Kyungwon rides on a quiet road with only a shallow layer of snow on the road, and he can ride smoothly on the road without having to modify his bicycle tires.

He was already able to travel normally, and the sun shining on his body made him feel very comfortable.

Winter is almost over, and he doesn't need to go to the fire every few hours or tie hot water bottles to various parts of his body to keep it warm.

Still haven't found Xiao Yun'er's whereabouts, not even a trace of her activities.

Sometimes, Jing Yuan wonders if Xiao Yun'er has also found a place to hibernate.

After all, she is also a mutant, maybe the low temperature has put her into a dormant state, in fact, she is just looking for a place to sleep, waiting for spring to come, she will wake up, back to that cramped supermarket, if only that.

On his way back, he parked his car at a certain intersection and walked to the Shunxiang supermarket, which was near the ruins of the explosion.

Walked in and walked around, nothing changed.

Xiao Yun'er really seems to have disappeared.

He sighed and thought to himself, let's go back and fix it for the day, and then look in the direction of the east or west of the city.

Catch the tail of winter, spring is coming, those roads are not so easy to walk, zombies will wake up from the ice, and mutants who have been sleeping for a winter will also wake up, and they may go into a state of starvation like bears awakened from hibernation.

At that time, the whole city may be in chaos and the danger will increase.

He rummaged through his travel bag, wanting to take a box of bento to eat, every time he went out, Tang Xue would prepare several lunch boxes for him, the lunch box was filled with fried beef patties, fried potatoes and other cooked food with little moisture, he was hungry, he could take it out and eat it directly, or if he had time, make a fire and roast it a little hotter before eating.

But after looking around, I found that I had finished eating the food I brought with me this time, and there was not much water left.

He was a little hungry, and it was about two or three hours to ride back from here, and he had already taken away everything that could be eaten in the supermarket, and he had moved the water to 707.

He remembered that 707 still had a dozen cans, and he just went there to sit for a while, finish his lunch and go back.

Leaving the supermarket, I took a detour on my bicycle to stop in front of the door of Ten Mile Sunshine.

Speaking of which, the last time I went back to 707 was when I rescued Tang Xue from the north of the city.

Although the comfort of living in that place is far from that of a big villa, and the facilities are not complete, it is the first place he sees after opening his eyes to this world.

There is a faint sense of nostalgia, as if he was a social animal after graduation and work, came to the dilapidated and old school he studied, and said to others, you see, I used to study here, and the toilet there had to be blocked every three or five times, and the was all over the mountain.

He stood in front of the door for a moment, and saw the dead tree from which he had cut off its branches, a cross-section the size of a bowl, which he had cut with an eggplant knife one night, while practicing parkour.

Park your bicycle at the bottom of Building 3 and walk up the stairs with your bag on your back.

At the top of the stairs on the 7th floor, he saw the water pipe that he had pried open.

He took a step forward, turned right, and there was 707 in front of him, but he saw the door of 707 clearly, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

He clearly remembered that before leaving, he put a padlock on the door of 707 and wrapped it around the door with a metal chain, but this door was open at the moment, and the lock fell to the ground, the lock cylinder was broken, and it was completely useless.

The cold wind blew through the crack in the door, and he remembered that the main door was facing the balcony, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony must have been closed, and it was impossible to blow such a wind without external force to open the window.

At a glance, it was clear what was happening, something had broken into his makeshift shelter, broken the door locks, and broken the balcony window.

It's impossible for ordinary zombies to do such a thing, could it be mutants? Or humans?

Kyungwon retreated into the shadows of the hallway, his ears pressed against the walls, and he was engrossed in the movement inside Room 707.

But he didn't hear anything special, only the faint sound of the wind.

He pondered whether to go in and take a look, the value of 707 was not high for him, there was nothing special there that was wrong to say, if there was one.

The mold-like stuff in the glass bottle left by the big brother of the macho man, he received it in the cabinet in the living room, and almost forgot it, by the way, and the core of the mutated mango and the peel of the sun-dried mango that he found in the first few days, he put it in a plastic bag and put it in the cabinet.

He didn't find out what any effect these things had at the beginning, so he simply stayed in 707 and never came back to get them, and more than four months had passed since then.

But although these things are a little special, they are actually of little use to him, so it doesn't matter if he discards them.

He was just thinking about one thing, in his room, is there a possibility that it is the disappeared Xiao Yun'er?

It's not that he can't find his head and thinks nonsense, after all, this is the place where he stayed, if Xiao Yun'er went out to find him, looking for traces, and finding the door, it is not impossible.

What if, what if, in the door, it's her?

Rational analysis, at least the probability of him finding Xiao Yun'er behind this door is higher than in other places.

Gotta go in and take a look, he controlled the spillage of bacteria, and the black smug liquid covered his head, forming a sleek bulletproof helmet that covered his neck all the way, revealing only his eyes.

Judging from the manifestations of various infections, his head is his vital part, so he must give priority to protecting his head.

He took the double-barreled shotgun out of his bag and reloaded, both chambers loaded with single-headed shotguns.

This shotgun can only be loaded with two bullets at a time, and it has to be reloaded after shooting, in exchange for unparalleled destructive power.

If it was some dangerous monster in there, he would naturally shoot without hesitation, blasting that guy in the head with a bullet.

He put down his travel bag, armed only with his weapon, and paid attention to the wind and grass, and walked lightly against the wall, silently.

After a moment of deliberation behind the door, he slammed it open, pointed a gun at the center of the hall as if it were a surprise attack by an anti-terrorist force, but he was stunned to see it.

It was a huge cocoon, black spider-like that stuck to the ceiling and floor, hanging it in the middle of the hall.

The wind poured in through the hole in the center of the cocoon, and the floor-to-ceiling windows had already been pierced by the punctured black sticky wire.

This is not a cocoon in gestation, just the remains of a cocoon, and the things that have been conceived in it have broken out of the cocoon, and I don't know where it has gone.

(End of chapter)