Chapter 63

The technique of caressing Tuanzi seemed to be engraved in his mind. Even though Wen Xin hadn't thought of anything else, his hand naturally found the position that would make the little guy most comfortable.

As soon as my fingertips sank into the thick hair, an indescribable feeling of strangeness came from the palm of my hand.

There was a glimmer of suspicion in Wen Xin's eyes.

He moved his fingers down and touched a scarred wound on his back. His heart suddenly tightened: "Are you hurt?"

Before he finished speaking, the kid who was held in the young man's arm with one hand seemed to come back to his senses. The hair on his body suddenly stood up and he let out a sharp and piercing cry.

“Ah—”

In a flash, Wen Xin caught a glimpse of a cold light flashing from under the little guy's flesh pad, and reflexively let go and dodged backwards.

The claws that grabbed at his face missed, narrowly shaving off a few strands of hair on the side of his face.

The kid fell to the ground, and within a few breaths, he quickly jumped more than ten meters away.

In the night, its furry body looked like a bloated little monster, its dark pupils full of ferocity, and it growled threateningly at Wen Xin.

That fierce and violent look brought back some memories in Wen Xin's mind.

He seemed to see a clean and comfortable living room. A little purple squirrel with its fur standing on end was standing at his feet. It grabbed the broom and stomped its feet angrily. When he stretched out his hand, it came to its senses, raised its head and squeaked softly.

The present is intertwined with the past.

Wen Xin was lost in thought. Because he had been staring, his eyes felt sore. He fluttered his eyelashes unsteadily.

The hazy scene solidified the moment he blinked.

The ruins were still there in front of me, the pale moonlight was shining on the earth, and there was silence all around, with only the sound of the howling wind.

Wen Xin looked towards where the little boy was, and it was empty.

Except for a huge rock, there was no sign of any living creature.

After being stunned for a moment, Wen Xin picked up the wooden stick that had fallen to the ground and limped towards the city.

After he moved, a small figure quietly poked its head out from behind a rock.

Staring at the young man's receding back, the boy's eyes were filled with confusion and wonder.

It's strange, why do humans still have the aura of Number One?

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When Wen Xin woke up, he found that he had forgotten a lot of things.

Fortunately, he still remembered his name.

But there is a strong sense of crisis in my subconscious mind, which is that I cannot tell my name to anyone.

Even more fortunately, his will to survive has not diminished at all.

Wen Xin is now in a rural town. The distance between neighboring houses on the roadside is not very close, with only about ten meters of space left.

Standing at the entrance and looking inside, the alley is narrow and winding, and the broken tiles and stones have made the dirt road uneven.

Further in, there is a row of densely packed low houses, and if you look up you can touch the dark blue eaves.

Wen Xin was a little hungry, and he intuitively felt that he could find food inside, but before going in, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness filled his heart again.

So he looked around, picked up a stone and threw it in carefully.

“Roar!”

The sound of stones falling to the ground was heard, and roars were heard one after another in the originally quiet alley.

The iron gate of the courtyard wall was shaking and making a clanging sound, as if there was some ferocious monster inside that was beating it madly!

Wen Xin should have felt scared, but he was inexplicably familiar with these roars, and this familiarity dispelled the uneasiness in his chest.

He pricked up his ears to look carefully, and after standing quietly for a while, instead of leaving the alley, he moved his wooden stick and walked slowly inside.

“Bang, bang, bang!” “Roar—”

When Wen Xin walked under a courtyard wall, he could clearly feel that the zombies inside were becoming more excited.

The iron security door was slammed loudly, the thick chain made a crisp swish sound as it could not bear the weight, and there were several raised handprints on the door.

No matter how they roared or banged on the door, the iron lock on the door was still firmly wrapped around the door ring, with no sign of struggling to break free.

Just as Wen Xin had expected before he came in.

The fact that no monsters rushed out to bite people when they first heard the noise meant that their movements were restricted.

Wen Xin did not let down his guard.

Because he didn't know how long the iron gate could withstand the monster's attack, and he couldn't guarantee whether there were monsters hiding inside that were free to move but were deaf and could not hear anything.

Wen Xin held the black scales tightly in his hand and walked inside carefully and cautiously.

This scale that can repel dark creatures also seems to have an effect on zombies.

As he walked into the intersection, the noise inside the courtyard wall subsided a little.

After passing by four houses with zombies, Wen Xin finally found a yard with an open door and no roaring sound.

He also carefully threw in a stone to test the way.

The stone bounced twice on the ground and landed under the dead fruit tree next to it. The house was still quiet.

Wen Xin walked in courageously.

There was indeed no one in the yard.

The basin and the wooden stand on which it rested lay fallen on the ground, covered with a layer of dust and a few black, dry leaves.

There were large patches of dark brown stains on the empty cement floor, extending from the door of the house all the way to outside the yard.

Wen Xin saw an iron dustpan at his feet. The iron pole was broken in half, and a garbage tray was hanging on it, shaky and about to fall.

He simply stepped on the tray and broke the iron rod off with his hands, obtaining a weapon that was not very sharp.

Wen Xin went into the house.

After two attempts, nothing unusual happened. This should be a relatively safe place.

Out of caution, Wen Xin stood at the door of the house and threw a lot of things into it, making sure to smash every corner before going in.

Even he didn't know why he had such an almost paranoid sense of caution.

Perhaps it was because he woke up inexplicably in a completely unfamiliar place and lost his memory inexplicably. The sense of crisis in his heart made him dare not relax.

After this test, something unexpected happened!

The brush that Wen Xin had just thrown hit an upside-down fruit basket on the ground, and the fruit basket began to shake.

In less than half a second, a fat gray-black figure hidden in it jumped out and opened its bloody mouth towards Wen Xin!

Wen Xin's body reacted faster than his brain. Before he could see clearly what kind of monster the shadow was, his body sensed the danger and he bent down in time.

A flying figure leaped out from above his head, landed on the ground and did not leave, emitting a series of roars.

It has a long thin tail, gray-black hair, two scarlet eyes, long and sharp teeth sticking out of its pointed mouth, and smelly saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth.

This is a mutant mouse, at least three times larger than a normal mouse!

Wen Xin grasped the black scale in his hand, but for some reason, the mutant mouse was not afraid of the remaining breath on the scale.

Perhaps it saw that the young man had difficulty moving and was confident that it could capture him.

But the mutant mouse miscalculated.

Seeing this ferocious monster attacking him again, Wen Xin was startled. He first raised the wooden stick and hit the mouse's head hard, making a heavy muffled sound.

The mutant mouse was stunned and fell to the ground. When it raised its head, a sharp iron pipe was hanging above its head.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the warm, spicy, dry and crisp taste ended it.

Finally, he took a quick breath.

Even though the action just now was so simple that there were only two moves, the thought of hitting the mutant rat accurately at the moment it jumped up made his heart almost jump out of his throat.

Apart from this, there is no other discomfort.

Looking at the rat blood all over the floor, Wen Xin began to wonder what his occupation was before he lost his memory.

Isn't he a killer?

No matter what, let’s find something to eat first.

Rats gathered in groups, and Wen Xin was afraid that a few more would come out of the house, so he tested the room with great caution.

But just as he had been lucky enough not to run into zombies head-on when he walked the town streets, this time there were no other monsters lurking in the house.

Wen Xin rummaged through the drawers and found a box of cookies that was two weeks away from expiration, a half-eaten apple, and two bags of instant noodles.

There is no firewood to boil water, and the thick smoke from the fire floating in the air may also attract other monsters.

He tore open the package, took out the seasoning packet, crushed the dough through the bag, poured the seasoning salt into it, pinched the bag and shook it, and ate it directly.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good.

It was dark outside the window and it was already very late.

After satisfying his physiological needs, Wen Xin's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Although he had just woken up from a coma, he still felt tired.

Wen Xin moved and closed the door of the house.

Because of his injured ankle, he couldn't exert much strength, so he gave up the idea of ​​pushing the TV cabinet against the door. Instead, he placed a lot of things on the ground near the door that were easy to knock over and make noises, such as cups.

A good night's sleep.

In the morning, Wen Xin woke up early and found that the pain in his ankle had eased a little, but it was still difficult to touch the ground.

He did not force himself, but maintained a rare calmness and composure when faced with adversity. He entered the kitchen with a wooden stick and searched the cupboard for a pack of unopened dried noodles and a chipped kitchen knife.

Wen Xin then searched the house again, found some plastic bags, put them in several layers, and put all the things in them.

After doing this, he was ready to continue on his journey.

Wen Xin couldn't help but be stunned after just opening the door and before he walked out of the yard.

Last night, in order to prevent the fresh smell of blood from attracting monsters, he buried the mutant rat's body under a fruit tree to cover it up.

But now, the small mound of earth where the mouse was buried was dug up by someone from outside, and the body inside disappeared.

Wen Xin approached and carefully observed the traces left around him, and judged that the guy who dug out the body should not be very tall.

At least not a human.

There is something lurking beside me, and it is hidden very well.

Realizing this, Wen Xin became more alert.

In the days that followed, he continued to move towards the city.

Because of his foot injury, he couldn't walk fast, and he had to avoid encountering groups of zombies, so he stopped and walked along the way.

The journey that was originally estimated to take two days took almost four days and three nights.

On the first day, Wen Xin encountered the ferocious mutant rat again.

This time it's not just one, it's three.

They were lying on a dead human corpse, their fat bodies completely covering the face and head of the corpse, and their heads kept moving as if they were gnawing and eating.

The mutant rat was blocking the path through the alley. When the almost spicy smell appeared, it stood up alertly, and with red eyes, it pounced and bit madly!

Wen Xin had to fight hard to defeat them.

After searching the house, he came out to find that two more rat carcasses were missing.

Wen Xin didn't know whether it was expected or something else, but he didn't feel surprised.

He looked at the gray wall with a sense of awareness, and saw a row of fresh footprints on it.

The other party seemed to be running in a hurry, and several footprints overlapped.

After a pause and looking at the remaining rat corpse, Wen Xin ignored it and went back to the house to rest.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the body had disappeared, and he pretended not to know anything.

The next day, Wen Xin suddenly encountered a zombie.

Although he was very careful every time he moved forward, there were always unexpected moments.

Normal zombies at least retain the strength of adults, and are countless times more difficult to deal with than mutated rats.

What's more, he encountered two of them at once and didn't have enough weapons in his hands.

Wen Xin was almost injured.

After he recovered, he didn't have the energy to look for food, so he found a relatively safe place to sit down and catch his breath.

While panting, he searched for his remaining things.

He still had food, but clean water was scarce.

The water stored in most people's houses has already become smelly and is full of mud and unknown dirt.

If you want to drink water, you can only try your luck in roadside kiosks or private supermarkets.

After resting for a while, Wen Xin gritted his teeth and stood up again with difficulty.

He had only taken a few steps when something unexpected happened.

At the intersection about ten meters away from Wen Xin, there were several unopened bottles of drinks standing upright on the ground, looking abrupt and awkward.

After careful counting, there were exactly four bottles, corresponding to the four corpses of mutant rats.

On the third day, Wen Xin had good luck.

He searched the store for a crowbar and used it to replace the steel pipe that was about to break in his hand.

The kitchen knife was replaced with a new one without any notches, plus two handy fruit knives.

Only at this time was Wen Xin fully equipped.

He searched the kitchen pantry again and found two unopened bags of salt.

Wen Xin originally wanted to take the salt and leave, but when he passed the stove, he caught a glimpse of the condiment jars tilted on the table.

For some reason, he stopped and packed up the condiment cans to take away.

Near dusk that afternoon, Wen Xin hunted and killed two more mutant rats.

He discovered that any mutant monster with reason and thoughts would be afraid of the black scales in his hand and would avoid them in panic.

But when it comes to crazier monsters, like these mutant rats, the closer he gets to them, the more excited he becomes.

All in all, the capture was successful and didn't take much effort.

This time, Wen Xin did not throw the rat carcass directly on the ground, but skinned it.

Use a fruit knife to cut open the skin and flesh, remove the bones and internal organs, and skewer the meat on a wooden stick for grilling.

When the fat from the meat was roasted and golden fat hung on the surface, Wen Xin sprinkled the seasonings he had found on it, and the rich aroma of meat instantly filled the air.

Once night falls, the open flame can easily attract danger, so Wen Xin plans to only roast this once.

Fortunately, the greedy little guy was attracted at once.

It hid behind the wall, looked at Wen Xin uncertainly, then looked at the skewers next to it, its nose twitched twice, and it couldn't help but sucking its saliva.

Wen Xin looked at it secretly.

Over the past few days, he gradually recalled some things and realized that he had raised several unique pets, such as a pink-haired fox and a purple-haired squirrel.

At first glance, this grape purple panda doesn't seem that strange.

Before the end of the world, little guys were more or less protected animals, loved and cared for, and had no worries about food and drink.

Unfortunately, a zombie disaster occurred.

Wen Xin doesn't eat rat meat. No matter whether it is mutated or not, he dare not eat it. He can't afford to get sick these days.

Seeing that the little guy is still jumping around after eating, mutant mice must be on his diet.

Wen Xin had raised dumplings before, so she knew that these mutant animals also liked the taste of seasonings and were not afraid of getting an upset stomach from eating them.

He stuck one end of two kebab sticks into the soil.

The previous rat corpse was not given by him on his own initiative, so this time it can be considered as a repayment.

Fearing that the young boy would be nervous, Wen Xin did not stay. He leaned on the wooden stick, picked up the crowbar and the bag, turned around and left, looking for a house to spend the night.

The grape purple panda with a complicated expression was left standing there, biting its paw and looking at the fragrant roasted rat meat with a knotted look.

Early in the morning of the fourth day.

Wen Xin gradually remembered some things, but more might require time or some stimulation.

He touched the back of his head and found the swelling had not gone away.

Compared with the tragic van front, Wen Xin felt that he was still lucky.

A flash of orange-red light appeared on the skyline, dazzling and bright.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes and look in that direction.

Vaguely, the East had an elusive attraction to him.

It seemed like he could find answers to many questions there.

For example, his own identity, and the person and Tuanzi he wanted to find.

Judging from the direction where the sun rose, the city he was going to was in the east.

【Author’s words】

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