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It was almost evening when I returned to my building.

Fang Ming carried the prisoner to the third floor without even breathing hard.

He locked Cheng Yixia in room 302, where all kinds of supplies he had collected from the entire building were piled up. He simply found a few strong and durable nylon ropes.

He held the rope and thought for a long time, but couldn't remember how to tie it.

Fortunately, he still had review materials on his phone.

On weekdays, I would take a break from my busy schedule to spy on other people's happy lives in chat groups and watch them feel unhappy.

Group members always have all kinds of weird knowledge.

Found it! "The Lost Eighteen Rope Skills"

Reviewing...

Practice ing...

Great success!

The binding was so strong that there was no possibility of escape.

Fang Ming left her behind and went back to his rented house.

When the door was opened, Chen Yuan had already heard the noise. She leaned out of the window, and was full of surprise when she saw Fang Ming.

"Brother Fang, you're back!"

"Yeah." After entering the room, the living room was tidy. The floor had just been mopped and the water stains were not dry yet.

The water and electricity are still available, so we can still spend money lavishly. After all, it’s worth it.

Chen Yuan considerately helped him take off his bloodstained coat, while whispering to him.

Talk about what the family did this afternoon, where there was a noise outside, and what meal they prepared for tonight.

Fang Ming felt that her mood was a little strange. After all, she seemed too enthusiastic, but her tone was a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Fang Ming interrupted her chattering.

She was stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion appeared on her face, then she lowered her head and tears suddenly fell.

She sniffed and said, "If you don't come today, I'll be home alone. I'm so nervous..."

"There are zombies outside, zombies everywhere... There were many screams yesterday, but today there are only zombies downstairs occasionally roaring, as if everyone is dead."

"It seems like everyone in the world is dead, and I'm the only one left."

"I'm alone in an empty room. I'm a little scared... I'm afraid you'll leave me and not come back."

"I just want to talk to someone, but I'm alone... I'm so scared that you won't come back. If you run away and leave me, I'll just have to wait here... wait and wait..."

"I will be obedient, please don't ignore me."

Chen Yuan took off Fang Ming's bloody clothes and looked at this man with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.

Fang Ming just looked at her quietly.

There was no love between him and Chen Yuan. Chen Yuan was just someone he obtained and occupied through despicable means.

She had no choice but to compromise with him, and he was a despicable and shameful possessor of her.

Fang Ming has always regarded himself as a bad guy. After all, good people have no way to survive in the end.

No! Even at the end of the world, good people deserve to have guns pointed at them.

So he has always portrayed himself as a pure egoist, so why did he attack Chen Yuan? On the one hand, there are traditional rewards, and on the other hand, there is following one's own inner desires.

But Chen Yuan suddenly cried to him... To be honest, he felt a little embarrassed and a little uncomfortable.

Maybe he should comfort this crying woman? Maybe he gave her a promise that "I won't abandon you"?

Fang Ming didn't say much. Being betrayed by his closest relatives changed his view of human nature.

Promises made by the humble are only a means of self-humiliation.

As long as he has strong enough strength, he doesn't need to make unconvincing promises, and people around him will worship him.

Suddenly, Chen Yuan hurriedly ran to the kitchen to turn off the fire, then came out with a sigh of relief.

"Brother, do you want to eat first or take a shower first?"

He looked at the woman with red eyes, who had a haggard, sad and broken feeling, and found her unexpectedly pretty.

"Eat you first!"

“Huh?!”

The water in the bathroom was bubbling...