After the faucet was unscrewed, there was actually some water flowing out slowly, Zheng Xinghuai stepped forward in surprise to take a few sips to moisten his throat, and then began to clean the blood stains on his face.

But in just a few minutes, the water flow, which was no less than the thickness of a little finger, disappeared completely.

"Damn, it's so uncomfortable."

Zheng Xinghuai scolded secretly, grabbed the towel on the shelf and wiped it vigorously on his face, then lifted the curtain and came to the place where he cut his hair outside.

There is only half a bucket of pure water on the second floor, plus a few bags of snacks, and there is only so much to harvest?

He was a little unwilling, but the key to the basement was not found, and thinking about it, Zheng Xinghuai's gaze began to shift to the woman's corpse on the ground.

"Hey, sure enough, they all say that this old Lin wife is strict, and it's really right!"

After Zheng Xinghuai touched the corpse for a long time, he finally found a bunch of keys from his waist, including a cross-shaped one, which is the key commonly used for basement door locks.

But the accident just now made him feel a little stunned, when he came down, the door on this floor was locked, and inside was Lao Lin's wife who had become a zombie.

This basement is also locked, so it can't be his fat son inside!

To be honest, he was really scared, but thinking of the purpose of his trip, he gritted his teeth and walked down the stairs, and after a little hesitation, he directly stuffed the key into the keyhole.

"Click"

With the turn of the key, there was a slight crisp sound in the door lock, and Zheng Xinghuai's heart instantly became nervous with this sound.

He didn't push the door directly, but grabbed the handle on the door with one hand and the iron tongs in the other, and just lay on the door and listened quietly for a while.

It was so quiet that not even the squeaky of rats, which used to be heard.

Zheng Xinghuai clenched the iron tongs and slowly pushed open the door, and the situation inside was unobstructed, and there was nothing else in the space similar to the first floor except for a few sundries.

He was not afraid for a moment, for another fear was about to come.

Children's bicycles, toys, old clothes packed together, shoes in boxes, almost anything that is commonly used in life can be found in this basement, but there is no trace of food.

No, his wife is blocked on the first floor, and there should be something to eat in this basement.

Zheng Xinghuai's eyes began to become confused, and he muttered to himself.

He had no way of knowing what was going on in Lao Lin's house, so all he could do was continue to rummage through the debris, like the wild dog that used to rummage through the trash cans across the road for food.

The emperor lived up to his wishes, and after he pushed away the debris pressed on it, a few potatoes rolled out of the sack that was brought to the ground!

Zheng Xinghuai's eyes instantly brightened, and he hurriedly moved all the things around him, and then lifted the whole half-sack of things with great force.

Hehe, it's very heavy, it seems that my harvest this time is okay!

He opened the bag, revealing fist-sized potatoes inside, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense, and he even began to swallow his saliva involuntarily.

Even though the potatoes looked like they had been sitting for a long time, almost every potato was covered with yellow buds.

It was said to be poisonous, but he didn't care.

I used to listen to those experts talk nonsense, how many good things were wasted? Now don't say that there are sprouts on the potatoes, even if the potatoes are only left with these sprouts, he will eat them all in his stomach!

In the basement of Nuoda, only half a bag of potatoes was found.

But even so, Zheng Xinghuai is still very satisfied with his harvest, and there is still half a bucket of water on it, which is enough for himself and his wife and daughter to hold on for a few more days.

Maybe tomorrow someone from the government will come?

In fact, for a period of time, there has always been a voice in his heart saying something, and it was not clear at first, but later, as the outside world became more and more absurd, and the hope became more and more dim, Zheng Xinghuai finally heard this voice clearly one night.

It says that the government will not come.

They're dead, just like the walking dead out there.

Then there was a seed that quietly fell in the depths of his heart, and every time he swore to his wife and daughter that he would be able to wait for the rescue to persevere, the seed quietly germinated and grew.

Finally, after a few days, it blooms completely.

It was a flower called despair, and its petals were so deep that it was like night, and no light could reach it, for it had been swallowed before it could even get closer.

......

In a blink of an eye, another six or seven days passed, and the potatoes and water that Zheng Xinghuai brought back before were finally about to be exhausted.

The smile on her daughter's bright face has long been gone, she has just graduated from junior high school, and she is like the innocent appearance she used to be.

"Dad, will the police really come to save us?"

She sat on her bed, her face looked extremely pale due to long-term malnutrition, and even her voice sounded faint.

It's like a candle about to be blown out by the wind.

Zheng Xinghuai opened his mouth, but the sentence that had been said to her countless times could no longer be said.

When his wife Jiang Jingfeng heard her daughter's words, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore, she just hugged her daughter on the bed and cried, she didn't know how to comfort her daughter, and the long-suppressed despair finally burst out at this moment.

There was a cry in the house, which made Zheng Xinghuai, who was watching all this, couldn't help but feel a little tightened in his throat, and then got up and walked out of his daughter's room.

I'm a man, I'm a man.

He kept admonishing himself in his heart, desperately suppressing the sadness and despair that kept surging up in his heart, but the ending of the family in his mind finally began to become clear.

Either starve to death or die of thirst.

Then, like the neighbors around him, he may become a ghost hovering in this house.

Zheng Xinghuai desperately wanted to find some other way to change this seemingly doomed fate, but he could only watch the end approaching day by day.

Several neighbors' homes have been rummaged through by him.

Nothing, except for the first half bag of potatoes and a few bags of snacks.

He felt that his body seemed to be a little out of control, his consciousness seemed to drift outside of his body, how much had happened in this period of time like a horror movie, and he might just be a spectator sitting in the audience?

Or is it just a nightmare that has been going on for too long?

Zheng Xinghuai desperately wanted to wake up, but no matter how he slapped his face, nothing else happened except for the hot pain.

The pain brought his consciousness back into his body, and he realized that he didn't know when he had returned to his room with his wife.

Hehe, what are you doing when you come back? Do you also hug the quilt and cry bitterly?

Zheng Xinghuai was a little self-deprecating, but at this moment, a familiar sound came from the drawer at the head of the bed.

"Whew... Multiply... Lao Zheng, can you hear me..."