Lin Zifeng's hand was very strong, which made Cheng Tiezheng's entire face a little deformed.

But at this time, the pain on his face seemed so insignificant, and he saw that the once bustling street was now full of devastation.

The old buildings are littered with peeling wall skin and green moss, unknown plants tangle and stretch between the cracks of the buildings, and even small blooming flowers can be seen on the faded billboards.

Underneath these desolate and vibrant places are empty streets.

The abandoned vehicle was deformed by the impact, and the fallen light pole was lying across the road, and the hovering figure twisted its head from time to time to look this way.

Cheng Tiezheng's eyesight is very good.

He could clearly see the rotten and gray faces.

The Marquis at the door, perhaps hungry, began to lie on the ground and gnaw on the mutilated corpse.

The sky was a little darker towards the end of the evening, and there seemed to be a few large birds circling in the distance before disappearing.

At the same time, the shadows of the past began to overlap with reality, and scenes of familiar and unfamiliar scenes quickly overlapped in Cheng Tiezheng's field of vision.

The young policeman burst into tears.

As if he had finally recognized some truth, he lay on the edge of the rooftop and cried loudly.

The voice sounded hoarse, like the kind of cry that could be heard when someone entered the mourning hall when they were doing white business in the past.

Lin Zifeng quietly let go of his hand, and an indescribable feeling of depression began to spread around with the man's crying, making him feel extremely heavy for a while.

The world has changed, strange and dangerous.

Everyone who survived was praying, looking forward to, longing.

They were waiting for the day when someone who had said they would protect them would suddenly appear and tell them that the crisis was over and that they could return to their ordinary and beautiful lives.

It's a pity that it will never be again.

Everyone is struggling to protect themselves, struggling and even desperately fighting for food and water and even women in this sudden apocalypse.

Every place outside was already filled with zombies, and they only needed to smell the slightest hint of a living person to burrow in through various crevices like flies.

And in addition to this, more dangerous enemies are also quietly emerging.

Those vanished beasts will one day return to the city.

By then, how many of the people hiding in the city will be able to escape from their mouths?

There is no point in waiting, if you want to live, you must fight for yourself, fight for yourself, and do everything you can to strengthen yourself!

Rather than pinning their hopes on a government that is also struggling to protect itself.

Cheng Tiezheng will not be the first person to think like this, nor will he be the only one, at least before this, Lin Zifeng knew that Wang Yao had the same idea as him.

But the reality is in front of us, and if you want to protect yourself and even more people, you must find another way.

You have to rely on yourself, and you have to rely on yourself!

......

Su Hongying stood in front of the window, holding a lipstick in her hand and gently applying it to her chapped lips.

The voice of the man crying on the rooftop sounded so lonely and helpless, and the unchanging scenery outside the window suddenly seemed a little desolate.

Outside the window, the Marquis was still gulping down the corpse, seemingly unaware of his master's grief.

"It would be nice if nothing happened......"

The woman muttered, her eyes empty and confused, and she stood in front of the window like a soulless puppet.

......

"Is there anyone crying at first?"

Jiang Yong and the others had all gathered in an empty room on the second floor at this time, and Xiong Yaoyue closed the door and left with a soft snort after settling down their temporary resting place.

The white fat man sitting on the old sofa heard Jiang Yong say this, and immediately pricked up his ears and began to listen.

After a while, I saw him frowning and said, "It can't be Brother Feng crying, right?" Is it .....?"

"Did you guess what?"

"Yes, say it quickly!"

The men of the security team were all immediately interested, and they all looked at the white fat man expectantly.

I only heard the white fat man say with a smug face, "They must be long-lost brothers!" I finally met today, and I couldn't help but feel sad, so Brother Feng cried loudly! ”

"Damn! A few! ”

"Your brother shoots first when they meet?"

"That's it, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! If you want me to say, it must have been Officer Cheng who gave Brother Feng some ideological education, so I couldn't help but feel sad......"

A young boy who looked like a high school student said excitedly.

"Well said, don't say it next time!"

"When Brother Huifeng comes, I'll tell him so."

"Hahaha, then we can eat more in the future?"

Everyone listened to the nonsense of these two people, and they all looked disdainful, and Lin Zifeng would cry if he was so indifferent? Obviously, it's impossible, with his strength, he doesn't need to worry about normal people at all.

There is no shortage of food, no shortage of drink, and hooked up with Mr. Cui of their group.

It's them, it's too late to laugh, cry a hammer!

And this voice sounds obviously different from Lin Zifeng's young male voice, a little hoarse, but somewhat similar to Officer Cheng's.

It's just that why did Officer Cheng cry, could it be that he was beaten by Brother Feng and now he knows that he was wrong, crying and admitting his mistake?

"Captain, do you want to go up and have a look?"

The man standing next to Zheng Xinghuai came up to him and asked, but saw Zheng Xinghuai shaking his head and directly rejected his proposal.

"If there's anything, Brother Feng will call us, let's pretend we didn't hear anything before that. and Jiang Yong, talk politely to these survivors in the building in the future, and everyone may be colleagues in the future. ”

When the others heard Zheng Xinghuai say this, they all nodded approvingly.

Also, when Mr. Zhou was employed in the factory, as soon as Tian Gou died, the survivors here would naturally not stay here.

It's just that I don't know if there will be such a comfortable time at that time, after all, a character like Lin Zifeng doesn't look like he will stay in the factory.

A room directly below the rooftop on the fourth floor.

Xiong Yaoyue was lying on the bed with a huge doll in her arms, the light in the room was very dim, and the curtains had been drawn most of the time.

At first, when I heard a voice from above, it seemed that someone was yelling, but then suddenly someone started crying.

It's uncle.

She couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and got up and got out of bed to go outside, but stopped at the door.

Cheng Tiezheng's voice intermittently came into Xiong Yaoyue's ears, making Xiong Yaoyue's footsteps suddenly become heavy, she couldn't help but feel a little sad, even if she went up by herself, what could she say?

She can't help her uncle at all.

Even if she has been speaking for her uncle among the survivors, those people still only listen to Zou Chengye.

Even the rumors intensified, and there was even a time when I heard a few men talking about something in a corner somewhere, as long as you give women to whomever they can live.

Xiong Yaoyue plopped and lay on the bed, her eyes quietly moistening as she looked at the gray ceiling.

She couldn't do anything.

After all, she's just a child.