There were no other bodies in the car, and the business license presumably belonged to the person in the driver's seat.

There is a sentence in the description of the mutant mango: "In the end, everyone became the nourishment of this mango." ”

Kyungwon was in a complicated mood and probably guessed the truth of the matter.

How could a fruit shop owner drive into his own shop?

He hit the robbers, the robbers, men and women, who broke into the fruit shops in the midst of the riots, and the people who broke in were like crazy fighting for the few fruits on the shelves, because it was precious food that could replace the water source.

I am afraid that the whole city has completely lost its proper function, the water system has been paralyzed, the electricity grid has failed, and for weeks there are no trucks to deliver food to the city's residents.

When the disaster began, community workers would go door-to-door to deliver supplies, but one day, those people never came again.

Hunger and panic spread to the physical and psychological bodies of every inhabitant, and finally exploded at some point.

Order became a joke, and in the face of the instinct to survive, people began to grab limited resources.

When the first man broke into the fruit shop, he was out of control, and perhaps the shopkeeper knelt down and begged the robbers to leave a little fruit for him and his family, but no one listened to him, and the robbers even scuffled together, and there was blood and screams everywhere, and those people stepped on the back of the shopkeeper and hurried away with what they had snatched in their arms.

Civilization and the rule of law are so fragile in the face of such a disaster, and the store manager, who believes in the goodness of people's hearts, looks at the empty shelves and finally collapses.

He drove this red car into the crowd of people in the store, the front of the car was like a mallet hammering rice cakes, hitting the crowd again and again, smashing the separated "glutinous rice grains" into sticky lumps of "rice cakes".

The wheels wrenched the woman's hair, and the split nose and upturned pieces of metal were like a meat grinder.

With the last impact, the sign of the fruit shop fell heavily to the cement and cracked into three boards, and everything calmed down, leaving only blood flowing all over the ground.

And one day after that, the mutated mango seedlings took root from the flesh and blood, and finally became the scene that Kyungwon saw today.

Everyone has become the nourishment of the mutated mango in Jingyuan's travel bag, this is the truth, realistic and cruel.

Kyungwon sighed and slipped the business card into the collar pocket of the corpse's chest, which was still intact.

There was a click, and something fell onto the cushion.

He picked them up, and it was a bunch of keys, each with an oily paper label on it, and the black letters on the label were particularly clear under the blood stains, and there were three keys in total, which were the door key, the counter key, and the roller shutter door key.

The door key and the roller shutter key are useless to Kyungwon, and the counter... Generally the counter is filled with money, and perhaps something valuable at the cash register.

He slipped the keys into his pocket and continued to search the car.

The flashlight shone and found a bottle of unopened pure water in the compartment, with a capacity of 500ml, and the bottle was slightly deformed, but after inspection, no cracks and air leaks were found.

Although it has passed the expiration date, the pure water, after the expiration date, is nothing more than the bacteria in it breeding, you really have to pay attention to hygiene, boil and disinfect, it must be cleaner than the water of unknown origin outside.

He only had three and a half bottles of water left, so this one was a good catch.

There was nothing left in the car, and Kyungwon threw the purified water into his travel bag and began to pry the trunk of the car again.

There was no reference, but Kyungwon felt that he should have a lot of strength, and he pry the trunk lid open smoothly.

In the trunk were a dozen rolls of paper, a box of bandages, five packets of expired cold powder, and the rest were umbrellas, car guards, shoes, socks and other daily necessities.

Kyungwon took the bandage and took out three rolls of paper.

He looked at the dirty and cracked gray sneakers on his feet, took out the old-fashioned army green brigade shoes, sat on the trunk, and tried them on the spot.

The foot size is a little bigger, but it's not a big problem, just tie the laces tightly, this shoe because it is in the trunk, even after several years have not been dusted, it looks about ninety percent new, or the kind of practical material that can be waterproof.

Although it looks rustic and old-fashioned, it still makes Kyungwon happy to find a neat new pair of shoes.

He immediately put on new socks and shoes, kicked his heels twice on the road, and walked a straight step in good spirits.

The old muddy shoes were thrown on the side of the road.

He walked into the counter of the fruit shop with the counter key, and after some fumbling around, unscrewed the cash register.

There are banknotes of different colors lying in the drawer, although they are printed with big people that Jing Yuan does not know, but the denominations are all 1 yuan, 5 yuan, 10 yuan, etc., which he is familiar with, and the largest denomination is 100 yuan bills, which are festive red.

Neat coins are arranged in the rightmost drawer, separated by a bezel in five columns.

One banknote was taken for the same as the Beijing Won, and one for each coin engraved with different patterns was taken as a souvenir.

In addition, in the locker under the cash register, he also found coffee beans, a bag and a half.

The unopened bag of coffee beans was vacuum-packed and still in good condition, but the torn half of the bag was already damp and moldy.

Kyungwon smelled a faint aroma of coffee in the half bag of coffee beans, refreshing and refreshing, the best smell he had ever smelled.

With the thought that it would be better to smell and smell, he packed the bag of intact coffee beans into his travel bag.

With a pull, a magazine pressed against the bottom of the coffee beans slipped out.

The cover is a scantily clad girl, a Hong Kong typhoon beauty in the last century wearing a white bikini, with a slender waist and a fleshy figure, and the string of the swimsuit has shallow indentations.

The swimsuit beauty's smile is bright, the scissor hand is in her ear, and behind her is an emerald green coconut tree and rippling blue waves, giving people a feeling of confidence and generosity, and even the depressed mood is healed by her smile.

Kyungwon picked up the magazine, flipped through it, and confirmed that it was a very pure swimsuit photo book, with colorful swimsuit beauties printed on every page, and of course, some interviews with the beauties and comments from the magazine's editors.

In the apocalyptic life, spiritual entertainment is also very important, the nerves cannot always be tense, we must learn to relax and relax, adjust emotions and mentality.

Kyungwon is well aware of the importance of mentality, and a person cannot live normally just by having basic living materials.

Gorky once said that books are the ladder of human progress.

So Kyungwon wrapped it in a plastic bag and carefully placed this swimsuit photo book in the innermost layer of his travel bag.

In this way, when you are bored, you can appreciate the art of another world, cultivate your sentiments, and take a step up the ladder of books!

Kyungwon was convinced.