Zhou Linjia swept his eyes and noticed an arm on the living room dining table, and couldn't help frowning.

"Sorry to interrupt."

He turned to leave.

At this time, the big man rushed over with a fierce face and a knife.

"Since you're here, don't go!"

Looking at the angry and crazy big man, Zhou Linjia indifferently pulled out the Tang knife, and the blade of the knife swirled, easily cutting off the big man's right hand holding the knife.

The big man covered his severed hand and knelt directly on the ground and wailed.

Zhou Linjia didn't have the slightest sympathy, stepped forward and kicked him down, and walked past him into the back room.

Passing by the bathroom, he saw a mutilated corpse inside.

Next to the corpse was a cutting board with fingernails, flesh foam, and a large patch of blood.

In appearance, the corpse was an elderly woman.

"Who did you eat?"

Zhou Linjia returned to the living room, squatted beside the big man and asked softly.

Dahan burst into tears and trembled: "She is my mother, I didn't kill her, she took the initiative to let me eat." ”

"You kid is really good at gnawing old people."

Zhou Linjia smiled, ignored the big man's begging for mercy, and stabbed him directly into the heart with the tip of the knife.

After leaving 903, Zhou Linjia found that she was in a calm mood and not as angry as she imagined.

He gradually understood the weight of the word "end times", so he was a little surprised by many things.

After all, human nature really can't stand the test!

In addition to 903, there are survivors in 908 on the ninth floor.

After Zhou Linjia knocked on the door, the people in the house were also very cautious and did not open the door.

And he could only open the door with his own mental power, and when he opened the door, he found that there was a middle-aged couple in the house, both of whom looked a little malnourished.

After seeing Zhou Linjia, they curled up in a ball and behaved in horror.

Zhou Linjia didn't probe the middle-aged woman who wasn't very good-looking, he believed that the system should not be so bad.

Before leaving, he took some food from his backpack and put it in the doorway, then politely closed the door.

"Wait, are you a rescue worker sent by the government?"

At this time, the middle-aged man chased out the door and looked at Zhou Linjia, his eyes full of hope.

"I'm not."

Zhou Linjia shook his head slowly, turned around and left.

The glint in the middle-aged man's eyes gradually faded, and he slowly sat down on the ground.

In the next whole day, Zhou Linjia ran through all the rooms above the fifth floor.

A total of 7 rooms were found to contain people, a total of 15 survivors, 5 women, 10 men.

Zhou Linjia used probes on three of the five women who were slightly better-looking.

But the results were disappointing, and none of them were targetable.

The next day, he searched the rooms below the fifth floor.

On the way, Zhou Linjia found the beautiful woman who peeked at her on the second floor before.

So I hurriedly used a probe on her, and it turned out to be a surprise.

【Name:Yang Ping】

[Gender: Female]

[Age: 36 years old]

[Appearance: 80]

[Occupation: Junior High School Chinese Teacher]

[Intimacy: 10]

[Systematic Review: Strategy]

Yang Ping's appearance is definitely not exquisite, but she has fair skin, gentle and generous appearance, and is very temperamental.

And she also has a weapon that Xiao Qingyi doesn't have, that is, the proud milk reservoir, the huge Lei Lei.

Even if it was a simple shirt, it looked a little rubbed after she put it on.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Linjia, can you let me come into the house and sit for a while?"

Zhou Linjia took her gaze away from her chest and instead landed on her black-rimmed glasses that hung from the tip of her nose.

"Mmmm, my name is Yang Ping, come in."

Yang Ping opened the door and turned sideways to let Zhou Linjia enter.

She knew Zhou Linjia, because he had met him when he killed zombies yesterday, and she also regarded Zhou Linjia as a zombie at that time.

After entering the door, Yang Ping shouted to the young man sitting on the sofa in the living room: "Xiaowen, this is Uncle Zhou." ”

The teenager was about six or seven years old and seemed a bit introverted.

After hearing Yang Ping's instructions, he stood up and said hello to Zhou Linjia lukewarmly, then returned to the bedroom with his head down.

"This kid."

Yang Ping shook her head, a little helpless.

"What does Sister Yang do?"

"I'm a teacher, and I teach Chinese in junior high school."

Yang Ping and Zhou Linjia sat on the sofa and chatted with each other.

During this period, Zhou Linjia noticed that Yang Ping's gaze swept over his backpack stuffed with food from time to time.

He secretly said that there was a drama in his heart.

Then, Zhou Linjia asked indifferently at Yang Ping, "Is there enough food at Mr. Yang's house?" ”

Yang Ping smiled bitterly: "It's not a secret, I've searched all the nearby rooms, and there is not much left after eating for so many days." ”

"I've got some food here."

Zhou Linjia carried the backpack in front of him and opened the zipper in front of Yang Ping, revealing a full amount of food.

"Xiao Zhou, say it directly, what do you want."

"I just like to chat with people like Mr. Yang."

Zhou Linjia laughed twice, leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear.

After Yang Ping heard this, her body stiffened a little.

She was stunned, as if she didn't expect Zhou Linjia to say so directly.

"What does Mr. Yang think?"

Zhou Linjia patted the bag and said with a smile: "I never force others, if Teacher Yang doesn't want me, I'll leave immediately." ”

As he spoke, he got up and put on his backpack.

Yang Ping's face was full of hesitation, and when Zhou Linjia took the bag, she still made up her mind and quickly grabbed Zhou Linjia's arm.

"Don't go, I agreed."

"Haha, good!"

Zhou Linjia grinned, reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "Come with me." ”

"Let's go? Where to go? ”

Yang Ping was a little wary.

"Go to me, don't you want to be home?"

Zhou Linjia pointed in the direction of Xiaowen's bedroom.

"It's okay, it's at home, we shouldn't be able to hear Xiaowen when we move lightly."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh-huh."

Zhou Linjia shrugged his shoulders, since he didn't mind being a mother, then he didn't care.

So he followed behind Yang Ping and walked to the bedroom in the back room.

When passing by the second bedroom, Yang Ping knocked on the door, then opened the door and said to the boy in the house: "Xiaowen, read less novels, remember to protect your eyes." ”

As Yang Ping spoke, Zhou Linjia stood behind her, her hands gently caressing her smooth back.

She turned her head and glanced at Zhou Linjia complainingly, then closed the door and took him to the master bedroom.

"Come in."

Yang Ping took Zhou Linjia's arm and led him into the room.

"That's your husband?"

After entering the house, Zhou Linjia looked at the wedding photos hanging on the bedside and asked casually.

"Will I have someone else's wedding photo in my house?"

Zhou Linjia smiled and deliberately asked an inappropriate question: "Where is he now?" ”

"Where is he now?"

At the mention of her husband, Yang Ping's mood was depressed.

Her eyebrows drooped, and she said in a low voice: "It may be dead or it may be alive, I don't know the specifics." All I know is that he said he was going to work overtime that night, but he didn't come back until the early hours of the morning. ”

Zhou Linjia comforted: "At least you and the child are still alive." ”

"Yes, Xiaowen is still alive, and now he is my only sustenance.

The two sat on the bed, staring at each other with wide eyes.

Finally, Zhou Linjia spoke: "Let's get down to business first." ”

Yang Ping was stunned for a moment, and pulled open her collar with trembling hands.