"Don't be too desperate, otherwise she will really kill someone!" Wu Fan patted the manager on the shoulder and chased after Zihan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The manager looked at Wu Fan's back, rolled his eyes, whispered a few words to the leader, and walked into the building quickly.

Things seemed to be going very well, no matter which building or shop Zihan came to, the people inside were surprisingly easy to talk to, and they opened the doors to welcome people from outside to move in, which made Zihan's face more and more brilliant.

Four hours later, the buildings and shops on a street were visited by Zi Han, and the street was empty, Zi Han stood at the end of the street with a slightly red face, looking at his results, and her two big and bright eyes had turned into crescent moons.

There were more than a dozen tents scattered on the street, and Zihan asked Wu Fan beside him with some puzzlement. "Why don't they go and live in the house?"

"Maybe I'll wait for my family to come back!" Wu Fan explained casually and turned his head to look at the other street, most of the people on the street had already begun to pack up their things, it seemed that they were also going to move, sighing slightly, Wu Fan looked at Zihan who was oozing sweat from excitement on his forehead. "Let's go back!"

"Okay, let's call Yao Yuan and Mike tomorrow, we can save some time together!" Zihan wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and said happily.

Wu Fan smiled noncommittally and did not speak......

On the highway, a motorcycle drove two people out of the inner city, Zi Han's excitement obviously hadn't passed, and his mouth was like a bird outside the window in the early morning, talking non-stop! Wu Fan just listened quietly, he admired Zi Han's helping others, but he had to let Zi Han know that good people are not good people, and sometimes they may be self-defeating.

When the motorcycle returned to the area where the convoy was stationed, Zihan suddenly stopped, only to see that the dirt slope where the convoy should have been parked was surrounded by people, and there were at least thousands of people from a distance.

The two of them came to the periphery of the crowd and had to get off the motorcycle, only to hear someone in the crowd talking.

"Everyone has begged for so long, are they really hard-hearted?"

"Damn, we're all going to starve to death, they have food but they don't want to take it out, and there's no humanity ......"

"No, everyone rushed up and robbed them, and this kind of rich and unkind person should rob ......"

Listening to the gossip, Zihan looked at Wu Fan in shock, his eyes full of questions.

Wu Fan shook his head. "Let's go in and have a look!"

The two of them used strange methods to weave through the crowd and came to the convoy surrounded by the crowd, which had long been drowned out by noisy sounds, pleading, threatening, invective, and crying.

Mike's men guarded the van around, barely stopping the crowd trying to get into the car, but judging by the increasingly fierce movements of the crowd, it couldn't be protected for long.

Mike, Yao Yuan, Roger Ming, and Zhang Long explained something loudly to the crowd, but the voices of the four of them were like the sound of falling water in the raging waves, and they couldn't hear it at all.

Seeing Wu Fan and Zihan, the four of them hurriedly gathered over as if they had seen the backbone, and without waiting for Wu Fan to ask, they shouted to tell the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that Roger saw a child crying with hunger, and couldn't help but kindly take some food to give to the child, this scene was seen by the people around, so they asked their children to ask Roger for it, although Roger Ming was a little helpless, but also gave it one by one. Some people didn't know how to get the news, and even families came from a few kilometers away, and less than half of the food in the truck was left in less than three hours, and Rogjamin was reluctant to give it again, after all, there were nearly thirty people in the convoy to eat.

But these people who did not receive food refused to leave, and the people gathered more and more, and this became the current situation.

Wu Fan looked at the aggrieved Roger and shook his head secretly, another 'Zihan'.

"What do you say?" Zi Han asked at a loss as she looked at the excited crowd around her.

"What else can I do? Open the carriage door and divide all the food inside! If there is no food, they will naturally disperse!" Wu Fan sighed and said helplessly. This is the only safe way he can think of, these are people not zombies, although there is another way, but he can't say it.

"But we ......," Zihan looked at Mike and his men.

"I still have some food in my space bag, let's get together for one night today, and then I'll talk about it tomorrow!" Wu Fan shook his head with a wry smile, and the food he finally got was divided up like this.

Mike opened the door of the carriage after getting Wu Fan's consent, and when he saw the food in the carriage, the scene suddenly got out of control, and the crowd frantically pushed Mike's men away, squeezed into the truck, and hugged whatever he saw, and took the daily necessities when the food was gone, and went to the fire truck to fetch water when the daily necessities were gone......

The group of people in the convoy had already been squeezed aside, and the people who got the things didn't even look at them, and hurriedly left with the things, Wu Fan looked at these people, and suddenly had an illusion that it was no longer a group of people in front of him, but a group of zombies.

The trucks were hollowed out, the water in the fire trucks was drained, and the fire trucks loaded with gasoline almost ran out. Someone turned on the faucet and found that it was not water, and the faucet was not turned off and ran towards another car, but fortunately Mike saw it and sent a few men to guard the faucet, which saved the gasoline.

In less than two hours, the crowd dispersed, and those who did not grab anything left either cursed or complained that the people in the convoy did not know how to distribute it evenly, and they heard a few words of thanks, but they were also two words casually when passing by.

The crowd dispersed, looking at the empty carriage, and no one spoke......

At night, everyone gathered in the carriage, closed the carriage door, and ate the food and water that Wu Fan and Zihan took out of the space bag like a thief.

Rojieming, who was biting on a compressed biscuit, suddenly cried, his mood has been very low since the crowd dispersed, and he didn't say a word to anyone, and he couldn't control his crying at this time.

Wu Fan came to sit opposite him, Luo Jieming stopped crying under the persuasion of the people around him, looked up at Wu Fan, and said with a crying voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everyone......"

Wu Fan patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay, we can go back to find the food when it's gone, so let's buy a lesson!"

"What did I do wrong?" asked Roger as he wiped the tears that remained on his face.

Wu Fan stuffed the canned meat in his hand into Rojieming's hand. "You're right, it's just that your social experience is too shallow and you don't know people's hearts!"

"Don't know people's hearts?" Rojieming looked at Wu Fan with wide eyes.

Wu Fan nodded and glanced at Zihan. "You, like Zihan, don't know people's hearts and are sinister!"

"Me?" Zihan looked at Wu Fan puzzled. "Why don't I know people's hearts?"

Wu Fan smiled. "See for yourself. ”

Several pictures appeared in front of Zihan's eyes through a microcomputer, and the pictures were the buildings she had been to in the afternoon, only to see that there were dozens of big men holding sticks in each building to drive away the crowd, and those who did not obey were immediately beaten by several big men, and the crowd who had just moved into the building during the day was driven out of the building again, and set up a tent on the street again, after the crowd was driven away, several big men were guarded at the gate again, and everything returned to the appearance of the day. (To be continued.) )