There is no need to hide what has been put on the surface, and it is not necessary to say that the fly ash is an ability, so that it will not be coveted.

It's a little surprising that a man can think of superpowers at the first time, is it true that everyone now has their own 'science fiction brain'?

"You're the ...... they said they were," the man seemed to think of something, his expression even more surprised than when he saw me use my ability.

"Huh?"

"30333 they say?"

"Oh, this is my game ID, what's wrong?"

The man was excited for a while and rubbed his hands, "No wonder, no wonder the person just said you, it turns out that you are 30333." ”

He muttered to himself, and the recurring numeric ID seemed to have really become my lifetime number.

"Let's go, go down and rest, and by the way, tell me what they say about me." I walked down the stairs and smelled the blood to find the room where the child's mother was.

A group of people who came down from the rooftop did not stay in the same room, the child's mother was alone in the bathroom on this floor, her emotions had not eased up, her eyes were staring straight at the sky outside the air window, and the window was covered with thick dust, like a gray sand cloth, so she was definitely not looking at the scenery.

"My surname is Bu, the Bu of the radish, you can call me Xiaobu." The man followed me and introduced himself.

I glanced at him, and he was as thin as the child's mother, not very tall, and average-looking, but he was very happy when he smiled.

Such a person is easy to make people feel good, just look at his age, he should be older than me, and I can't call 'Xiaobu'.

"What's your full name?" I asked.

"Buda, the radar."

"Then I'll call you by name, do you know what her name is?" I asked as I looked at the woman curled up in a ball, staring at the window in a daze.

"I don't know, she is Weng Changqing's person, and I was caught by Erpi Face." Buda shook his head and said.

"Erpi Face ......" I repeated the name, and no one in Fat Gates's profile has a nickname called Erpi Face.

Weng Changqing has always participated in games in teams, I am not surprised that he has teammates, others are secretly cheating, he relies on his brother-in-law to be the chairman of the game association, and he cheats blatantly every time.

The person who helped him could prepare everything for him, and as long as he was the one who detonated the explosives, the points would go to him.

I thought of the man on the rooftop again, and asked, "Do you know the man I dragged over?" ”

Buda nodded hatefully: "He's a two-skinned face." ”

The number of players in the game is twenty per round, but the number of reinforcements and decoys in and out of the city adds up to dozens, and Fat Gates doesn't have a photo in his profile, so I need a guide to help me identify people.

Buda is undoubtedly the best candidate, and he has been calling on the rooftop for a long time, which shows that his physical strength is okay.

"The zombies are all dead—dead, all dead—" A high-pitched cry erupted from the next room, followed by the rest of the room.

Buda deliberately ran to the air window of the bathroom, and looked out with his face against the window, the building was originally full of zombies, and now there was not a single zombie to be seen.

"Lei ......" Buda was very emotional when he saw that the zombies were gone, and he wanted to call me, but he didn't seem to find a suitable name, and he thought about it for a long time.

"Master, did you do it? Is it? What they say is true! ”

I seldom didn't care what people called me, and it was clear that Buda cared, and he danced with excitement and ran back to me looking at me expectantly.

"Who said me, what did they say?"

"The surname Weng, there are other players, they say that you are a dark horse recently killed, and there are tens of thousands of zombies killed once, and you rushed from the bottom of the ranking to the top twenty at once."

"What else?"

"Uh... No, no. ”

"Hearing is false, you have seen it with your own eyes, believe in your eyes."

"Hmm!"

Even if Bu Da doesn't say it, I know what Weng Changqing said, so don't listen to those nonsense.

"You help me pack the explosives, and I'll walk around the building."

"Okay."

The zombies outside have been decomposed, and it can be quiet here for a while, and while no one is coming to make trouble, I plan to search this carefully.

Buda went up to the rooftop to load the explosives, and I prepared to go downstairs and start searching in the lobby on the first floor.

Before leaving, I left a message for the child's mother, whether she can regain her strength depends on herself.

Gu Yu must have searched the places on the bright side when they came, and Gu Yu was more careful than me, so my search was not on the things on the bright side.

I entered the room and knocked on the wall first, moved the table, moved the cabinet, moved the sofa, and did not let go of the ceiling, and if the floor was wooden, it was all warped to see.

It is estimated that the construction team of professional home demolition and improvement is not as efficient as me, from the first floor to the top floor, every room has been poisoned by me.

I even removed the radiator in the room to see if there was anything hidden in the back, and finally I went back to the bathroom on the top floor, which was the last stop, I rummaged through the wash basin and hand dryer, and looked for the water tank in the cubicle.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally let me find something unusual in the last tank of the tank.

The citizens of Minghe City mutated overnight, and there was not a single person left alive, and only a few people were working at the monitoring station on the night of the virus outbreak, so it is unlikely that the contents of the water tank were left behind after the disaster.

I took out something that was tightly wrapped in clear tape, and there was no water in the tank, but there was probably water when the thing was first put in.

"Can you save my daughter?" The child's mother suddenly spoke behind my back.

I came in and rummaged for a long time and she didn't respond, and as soon as I found something, she made a noise, thinking that she wanted to grab something, and almost sucked her blood.

She can't withstand my attack at all now, but her eyes are much more intense than before, maybe she has figured it out, she has a desire for life in her heart, and her face is no longer lifeless.

"I'll do my best, but there's no guarantee." The word life and death is not something I can control, I hope she cheers up for her daughter, she needs to be calm, not blindly grasping me as a life-saving straw.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly regained her firmness, "As long as I can save my daughter, I can do anything." ”

"Where's your daughter, you know?"

"In Weng Changqing's car, there is a modified van with a steel baffle on the front, silver-gray, no license plate, and the hostages are all in that car."

"Is there any bait anywhere else?"

"Yes, the sports center was also arranged by Weng Changqing's people, there were thirty people, and he didn't go there until the bombing was over."

"How many people are guarding the hostages?"

"Three, the hostages are all children, the oldest is seven years old, the youngest is two years old, and they have no combat effectiveness."

"I know, when the zombies gather in the sports center, you can leave here and wait for me at the intersection out of the city, so that no one outside will find out."

If the hostages are adults, I can send them out first, then get them a few guns, let them join the hostages, and kill the three guards.

But the hostages are all children, this plan will not work, the children are too young to fight, and forcibly rescuing them will inevitably hurt them.

And once they do, they must flee immediately, and the ownerless 'bait' will attract other gamers to grab it, and if they can't escape in one fell swoop, they will lose all their efforts.

A group of wounded people with a carload of children will never escape the pursuit of other players.

"I—I'll use a gun, I can stay and help you!"

"I'll be out soon, and we're all spectators today."

The child's mother didn't understand what I meant, and I was stunned, and I smiled at her secretly, not intending to explain.

I handed her the pistol I had seized from Erpi Face, and even if the zombies were to be led to the sports center, it would be difficult to ensure that nothing slipped through the net, and it was still dangerous for her to be unarmed.

The child's mother took the gun, her hand was obviously shaking, and I asked uneasily, "Too heavy?" Or—"

The child's mother shook her head vigorously, and two lines of hot tears flowed down, which confused me.

"It's been a long time since I've touched a gun, sorry to make you laugh." She wiped her tears, pressed her hands, held the gun steadily, and was very skillful in checking the magazine and safety.

In fact, when I heard her describe the noodle car where Weng Changqing was holding hostages, I felt that she was very observant and grasped several key points very well.

Now looking at her method of checking the gun, I can't help but ask: "Are you a policeman?" ”

The child's mother's body stiffened, her movements paused obviously, lowered her eyes, and said, "It used to be." ”

This is obviously not a pleasant topic, and her answer is subtle, the outbreak of the disaster does not mean that she has been fired or fired, and many of the people I met will continue to use their pre-disaster status, such as doctors, teachers, and drivers.

Even if they haven't worked in three years, when you ask them what they do, they will still say, yes, I'm a doctor.

Either the child's mother left the police force before the disaster, or she fired herself.

I have also encountered many situations like this, at the time of the catastrophe, or in the last three years, there are people who regret and there are people who hate them, and they abandon their original identities for different and very similar reasons.

For example, I met a man who had all his children infected, and he tried his best to see a pair of cherubs mutate into zombies.

He couldn't accept this fact, and even hated his profession, a doctor who can't save people, is he still a doctor?

I remember the expression on his face when he said this, and at this moment, on the face of the child's mother, I saw the exact same expression.

"As long as your resignation letter is not approved, you will still be, and you will not be able to find another career until a new order is established, police sister."

"You ......" the child's mother looked up sharply, as if she wanted to say something, but without saying it, her thoughts were already on her face.

She felt that something was too late, and that it was useless to say or do anything now.

"I use a metaphor that may not be appropriate, a flower is destroyed beyond recognition by hail and pests, but as long as the roots are not broken, it will still bloom beautifully in the coming year, and the flower will still be a flower."

I still adhere to the old rules, persuading people, when it comes to talking, the rest of the ideological struggle can only be completed by the parties themselves.

If you think about it, you will change, and if you don't understand it, you will continue to fall into it, and others will be auxiliary after all.

Looking at the child's mother's eyes, I knew that she had at least listened to me.

That's the end of the unpleasant topic, what I'm looking for has been found, and while Buda hasn't packed the explosives yet, I'm ready to talk to the child's mother a little more.

"How did you get to the rooftop? Where were you when the zombies came around? ”

I've always wanted to ask about this, the zombies surrounded the monitoring station, they weren't on the rooftop at the time, and as soon as I mislooked, they appeared, could it be that they would also teleport?