Intellectually speaking, leaving with the army is the best and best option.

The city is no longer inhabitable, and even if you stay, you don't know how long you can live, and the chances of surviving with a large army are always higher than alone.

But Ji Shou felt that he had done what he had to do, he now had weapons, he had experience dealing with those living corpses, and he was confident that he could travel through dangerous areas and go where he wanted to go.

Today was the 16th day after the influx of corpses, and he didn't know how many people were still alive in the city, and he didn't know what was going on on the other end of the unanswered phone, but he had to take a look.

Even if the chances are slim, he has to take a look.

So he carried a gun, wore a thick protective suit, put on a mask, sprayed disinfectant on his body, and set off.

Facing those living corpses alone, there is actually a good way to deal with it, try not to make a sound, and pass in front of them slowly, because his whole body is full of the smell of disinfectant water, and he will not attract the active attack of the living corpses.

Of course, the number of living corpses should not be too large, otherwise there may be chaos.

The most important thing is to be bold and careful, don't panic, in most cases, there is not much danger.

He found a map with his destination marked.

It is the Zhoushan Municipal Affairs Center, and his mother works in the government affairs center.

It's not an office person who is on duty, it's just a sweeping aunt, the salary is not high, 2800 yuan a month, it is considered to be within the establishment, pay five insurances and one housing fund, enjoy various benefits, work is not busy, relatively relaxed, usually to take out the garbage, mop the floor.

But in addition, my mother usually has to do other part-time jobs, going to a nearby restaurant as a dishwasher, or taking on temporary jobs, such as helping to unload goods, eating food in the community, etc., and she will do it if there is a job.

After my father died, my mother supported their family alone and pulled him up.

She always wears sleeves on her clothes, she looks busy, she is a woman with a big voice, outside, a woman with a big voice will not be bullied, others gossip about her, she will definitely scold back, and she will roll up her sleeves and ask for an explanation aggressively, but in the impression that her mother always goes to other people's doors to scold, but no one comes to their door to scold.

My mother was very strict with him, I remember one time, when he was eating outside and the food had not yet come up, he knocked the empty bowl twice with his chopsticks, and his mother slapped him, saying that he had no rules.

He learned to swear at school, and if he accidentally said a word, he was whipped and knelt in front of his father's portrait, and was not allowed to eat or look up.

When I was a child, the mothers of other children stood at the school gate, all dressed in clean clothes, holding their hands and going home, and he always walked back alone with his schoolbag, walking through the tree-lined paths, entering the dilapidated iron gate, and climbing the stairs of the six-story building.

Before he entered the door, he could hear the sound of stir-fried vegetables and oil, and every time he came home from school, there were always hot dishes and hot meals on the table, and he was never hungry.

Even if he sulked with his mother and locked himself in the door alone, his mother would use the spare key to open the door of his room and whisper to him to come out to eat.

Occasionally, his mother would sit on the sofa with him, eating melon seeds, watching TV, and before going to bed, they always had to soak their feet in hot water, a large footbath, and he and his mother sat face to face, soaking their feet red.

They still do this until junior high school, and after junior high school, he went to boarding school, and although he still likes to soak his feet, he is always alone, and he is embarrassed to be with his mother.

After that, he joined the army for two years in college, and after two years of being discharged from the army and getting his graduation certificate, he spent less and less time with his mother, but when he grew up, he understood his mother's hard work more and more.

At that time, a woman with a son alone did not remarry for more than ten years, it is hard to imagine how difficult it was, she never complained in front of her son.

Tutorial classes, materials, spring outings. As long as her son said that, she would wipe her hands on her apron, take a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, slowly lift the note, and put a lot of money in the palm of her son's hand, even if it was her son's change.

She is a very good mother, although she never has to say it, but she does give Ji Shou a lot of love.

So Ji Shou hopes that her mother is still fine, and when she sees her again, her mother's voice is still very loud, and she still looks like she is not afraid of heaven and earth.

When he was with his mother, she was always like that, not like a woman at all.

After three days of trekking, he almost lost his life on the way, and it was not very far, but he faltered and finally saw the building of the government affairs center.

The place is not in the new town, the building looks old, the walls are peeling, moss has climbed, and the whitewashed walls have long since been polished gray by the years.

More than ten years ago, my mother worked here, and not long ago I heard that the new government center will be built soon, and it will be moved there when the time comes, and it will be closer to home, but I didn't wait for that time.

Ji Shou held the gun and pursed his lips.

The sunset burned red, the huge red sun slowly fell from the edge of the horizon, and he remembered that he had sat on his mother's bicycle with his eyes blank, looking at the sun and seeing the dazzling eyes, and when he saw that when he closed his eyes, there was a green shadow flickering.

It's just that it was sunrise, it was his first day of elementary school, and his mother carried him, and he leaned on that warm back, yawned, closed his eyes, and slept for a while.

He cautiously approached the gate of the government affairs center, where many people come and go on weekdays, such as those who reapply for ID cards and do all kinds of business.

So in the distance he saw the blood-stained corpses, and he walked slowly and cautiously as he grasped the gun in his hand.

The sun was about to set, the light was dim, and through the mask, the outside world seemed to be covered with a gray veil.

He took off his mask and stood there stunned.

It didn't take much effort for him to find his mother.

She was at the door, still wearing the clothes of a cleaner, she walked like a child, she had an injury to her right foot, and when she was helping someone else to carry goods, she was smashed, so she looked uncoordinated when she walked.

She looked very complex, with a lot of wrinkles on her face.

Ji Shou used the way of throwing stones to lure her out little by little, slowly and patiently luring her out, as if he was playing a game with her.

The sun is setting, and night is falling.

A gunshot rang out in the silent world, and he hugged the woman who had worked all his life and whispered "good night" to her.

It seems that he never said goodnight to her, because she always goes to bed later than herself, and when he grows up, he sleeps later, but he always comes home after she falls asleep, and he has no chance to say goodnight to her.

The gloved hand brushed over and helped her close her eyes, hoping that she could sleep peacefully and not be so tired again.

(End of chapter)