Still tired, but Yang Xiaohai couldn't sleep. There is no place in my body that doesn't hurt, but I can't tell where it hurts the most.

"Hum, ......"

couldn't stand it, Yang Xiaohai finally screamed. The movement was too big, and the "old king" slammed the door in a hurry.

Suddenly, the stomach was tumbling, and the irrepressible feeling went straight to the sky. Suddenly opened his eyes, and jumped up from the sofa with a hula. As soon as the toilet door opened and closed, Yang Xiaohai disappeared into the distance. Immediately, a primitive smell comparable to the smell of corpses filled the living room.

Imagine what it would be like to use a flush toilet that has been cut off for a long time.

Belch......

It's terrifying and terrifying to think about!

In particular, Yang Xiaohai didn't dare to skim the garbage out of the window - he didn't want to attract the attention of the monsters downstairs.

Regardless of how Yang Xiaohai dealt with his personal problems, he just said that after he solved the battle in a panic: he thought that the original detoxification method would be effective, but who knew that the pain not only did not decrease, but became more and more serious.

Yang Xiaohai hummed and stood up straight with the washstand, and through the thick dust, a vague figure was outlined in the mirror.

Wipe the mirror with a wave of your hand. In the dust-wiped mirror, the slightly swaying guy was not familiar to him.

"Huh?"

Approaching the mirror, wipe vigorously with dirtier torn pajamas. The guy in the mirror became clearer, but something was more and more wrong.

The person in the mirror should be himself, right? But why is it so strange?

Normally, you would be able to find your face under the mirror, but now that ordinary face appears in the center of the mirror.

Don't? Realizing something, Yang Xiaohai turned around and grabbed the doorknob of the toilet. Unexpectedly, he was caught empty. You know, this is the territory where he wanders all day long, and it is impossible to touch the wrong home with his eyes closed!

When I turned my head, it turned out to be a virtual grip on the top of the doorknob. Dipping down, a cold, familiar touch came from between my fingers.

"My height?"

Yang Xiaohai quickly cut to the crux of the matter. I kept looking at the mirror, and soon I noticed that not only my height, but also my body was more different.

Yang Xiaohai has had low self-esteem about height since he was a child. The reason why he is willing to stay at home is that in addition to the blow of his parents, the height of 165 is also the reason.

The person in the mirror is at least 170, with bulging muscles in both arms, a tiger's back, and six-pack abs slowly stretching and contracting with breathing.

The damn pain was still grinding, but it didn't affect his self-appreciation in front of the mirror. Observe carefully, for fear of letting go of a trace of detail.

Even though he watched it thousands of times, Yang Xiaohai still couldn't believe it. He rubbed his cheeks and muttered to himself in the mirror, "Is this me?" ”

The pain in my stomach finally interrupted my self-appreciation.

Yang Xiaohai turned his head to look out, hoping that the scenery of nature would relieve the pain.

On a gray day, the cars on the side of the road were parked in a mess, and even the willow trees on both sides were depressed and depressed.

Wait, am I not nearsighted? How do you see it so clearly? Although the scenery in his eyes is decayed, it is difficult to hide his excitement.

Grinning "hehe" smirked, occasionally twitching the corners of his mouth in pain. That expression is really indescribably weird.

Why is this happening? Yang Xiaohai couldn't answer. The experience of near-transformation reminded him of the scenes in old movies. The male protagonist was taken by the spider, and then offered Miss Spider's first kiss.

I don't seem to have been bitten by anything, huh?

I've admired the front, but what is the back?

The pain around the body seems to have gradually changed to numbness, no matter what, "the boat is naturally straight to the bridge"!

Yang Xiaohai never thought that he would also have a narcissistic day. Turning sideways, he posed in front of the mirror in the shape of Hercules.

"Good looking is good-looking, it's just a kind of déjà vu." There is no shortage of male hormones, but why is this back so familiar?

After a little aftertaste, he suddenly reacted: Li Juemin!

How can his body shape be so similar to that of a dead ghost embezzler? Could it be ...... Ghost upper body? As soon as he thought of this, Yang Xiaohai suddenly felt a cold wind blowing directly on his back.

"Wow! I'm entangled! I'm so scared...... Hum! Even if it's 'Ah Piao', what can I do? I'm not afraid of living, but I'm still afraid of you being a dead ghost? "Say cruel words and frantically cheer yourself up.

However, the trembling legs betrayed the weak soul.

No matter how narcissistic you are, you can't always be in the toilet, right? In particular, the smell is really hard to describe.

Yang Xiaohai grabbed the handle, pulled the door, got out of the toilet, and closed it with his hand...

"Bang!"

A loud bang attracted the "keen attention" of "Lao Wang". When I looked back, the doorknob of the toilet was gone!

This meow...... Yang Xiaohai scratched his head in wonder. His forehead was cold, and he found a copper handle with sawdust on it.

If this situation is called shock, then the next discovery can only be regarded as shock!

The one holding the handle is a strange hand with pointed nails! Pale and sharp, even sharper than the monsters downstairs!

"Really?"

Yang Xiaohai jumped back to the toilet in a panic. In the mirror, another figure appeared.

The outline is still the same outline, but the "person" in the mirror has a pair of dead white eyes with no eyes. The dull gaze without a trace of emotion is very similar to those guys who choose people to devour.

Yang Xiaohai only looked at it a few times and then turned into a prawn - the increasingly intense abdominal pain had already stirred him up and couldn't think!

Yang Xiaohai slumped around, walked through the broken door, and threw himself into the living room.

The pain was very substantial, as if there was a small person in the stomach who was slashing around with a knife.

After a while, Yang Xiaohai foamed at the mouth and unconsciously spasmed. is very conscious and awake, making coma a luxury.

I don't know how long later, I suddenly felt a strong dizziness in my head, and I seemed to have lost weight and had grown wings, and I flickered and floated around the room.

He hovered and soared, looking at his motionless self from a perspective he had never seen before.

"Am I dead?"

Yang Xiaohai, who is clearly conscious, can still ask questions, but he is destined to have no answers.

As soon as I wanted to fly out of the house to see the world, a powerful suction force came from the ground whistling. After the world was spinning and he was dizzy, Yang Xiaohai suddenly opened his eyes.

The home is still the messy home, and the "old king" outside the door has stopped roaring at some point. Nothing seems to have changed, but there seems to be a slight difference.

Turned over, but couldn't stand up. I don't know when something got on my body, so much so that a thick shell formed.

Touch it with your hands, it's very rough. Bounce your fingers, sonorous sound.

Yang Xiaohai was amazed, could it be the legendary "holy clothes"? I just wonder if this thing can stop the monsters' sharp teeth?

The stomach no longer hurts, and the sanity occupies the high ground.

Yang Xiaohai's mind was full of question marks, but he just poured some water, why did he almost reincarnate? Is it fire water or Meng Po soup in the tin can?

No matter how many it is, there seem to be some medicines for the stomach at home, look for it.

After rummaging for a long time, I finally found a few norfloxacin pills from the "kennel". There is no water, so I can only swallow it raw.

Less than half an hour after taking the medicine, my stomach was completely calm in the sound of bowels. It looks like I'm getting food poisoning.

After learning from the pain, Yang Xiaohai pondered one thing: the water in the jug cannot be drunk. Thinking of the strange smell in the water, Yang Xiaohai found the culprit who almost killed him!

But what's the use of knowing this? The result of giving it a go and gambling on one's life was in vain, and the problem of water shortage was still not solved!

If Yang Xiaohai is not afraid of death, of course he can continue to drink the problem water. But there is no compulsory insurance for the journey of the soul flying out of the sky, who knows if the next flight will be able to land safely?

After thinking about it again and again, I finally gave up the idea of drinking to quench my thirst. Frustrated, Yang Xiaohai pulled his slippers and left the house.

After venting to "Lao Wang", he reluctantly returned, sat in the living room for a long time, and had nothing to do, so he could only drag his strong and hungry body to turn on the computer.

Today's online world is very different from yesterday's backwater.

He watched the red letters that almost filled the screen click on them at random, and even though he was overwhelmed by the shocking red letters:

"Cannibalism! The real-life version of Resident Evil has been staged! ”

"Competing companies are despicable and obscene, and they start a cold war without declaring war!"

"Someone hit the left cheek, and we will never put the right cheek on the right cheek!

The press department of the head office officially spoke: counterattack! Counterattack! ”

Another self-media analysis: "The third world war of national companies may begin." The end of the world is coming! Will companies use the ultimate resort: nuclear weapons? If the answer is yes, how long will Earth-planetary humans survive? ”

Already numb from being devastated by various blows, Yang Xiaohai clicked on the homepage of the main station with an expressionless face. Now that the whole company is under attack, there should be no hope of rescue for ordinary employees. However, there is always a saying from the head office, right?

Putting on the headphones, Yang Xiaohai clicked on the live broadcast. The beautiful hostess held the microphone and was doing her duty: "Headquarters TV station, headquarters TV station, I am Zhao Fangzhuo, a special reporter of this station, and I am now in Beijing...... Live broadcast for you in front of the Ministry of Health......

His eyeballs swayed slightly with Qian Yi's clumsy figure, and Yang Xiaohai muttered to himself: "I'm the only one left......"

It doesn't move for a long time like an old monk entering a meditation. Two hours later, a bold idea popped up.

There's a mop in the kitchen, okay, remove the mop rod. There's a kitchen knife in the rack, okay, take it out. Where is the wire? What about nails? Okay, they've all been found! Pliers, screwdrivers, small hammers. That's it, assembly begins.

It's just that the nails are too long, and it's very troublesome to turn around. Cut out? Whatever! At this time of unpredictable life and death, what is a little discomfort?

Before the throat regained thirst, a "spear" was born. The poplar mop rod is the spear body, and the flat and long kitchen knife is used as the spear head, and the two are tightly tied by iron wire, and then firmly fixed by iron nails. It's perfect, Yang Xiaohai finally has a weapon that can be used by his side.

There's a frying pan at home, right? Look at the rest of the wire, well, the shield has landed. Coupled with the disgusting stench "holy clothes" of the Chinese people, Yang Xiaohai felt that he had already turned into a Yamasun warrior, and he could break into the world!

Qian Yi's fate touched Yang Xiaohai and made him determined to take the initiative to do something. may be a natural decision for others, but Yang Xiaohai, who is cowardly by nature, is like being reborn.

It was such a decision that would completely change his life.

With his right hand, he dragged the spear and put the small hammer in his trouser pocket, tightening the pan that was fastened to his left hand; The "weak chicken" who was unwilling to die was majestic and high-spirited, and tiptoed open the door.