Under the light of street lamps and stars.
Chen Tinghan walked through the gate of Jinxiu Mansion and went in.
There are quite a few zombies here, scattered around in groups of three or two.
Some zombies were still gnawing on the corpses on the ground, enjoying their feast.
Chen Tinghan walked forward, and the zombies just looked back at him, then turned their heads away and continued to eat and drink.
Picking up the boning knife, Chen Tinghan swung his arm, and the blade swept directly across the neck of a zombie, separating its head.
Experience +1
With the ability to simulate zombies, killing zombies is really easy.
In Chen Tinghan's opinion.
These zombies nowadays are not even fish on the chopping board.
Because the fish on the chopping board will at least struggle and jump a little.
These zombies won't.
Experience +28
After killing dozens of zombies, Chen Tinghan arrived at the door of Unit 2.
Shen Zixuan's home is in this building.
The unit door was not locked, so I pushed it open and walked in.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open and footsteps, the zombies in the corridor made low groaning sounds and looked towards the door.
After seeing that they were of the same kind, they all returned to their original state.
Chen Tinghan did not clean up the zombies, but went up the stairs to the 9th floor.
The doors of many houses were open, and there were many zombies in the corridors.
The door of 2053.
Chen Tinghan looked at the door lock. It was an electronic lock.
Enter the password given by Shen Zixuan.
With a click, the door opened.
Chen Tinghan walked in and observed the layout of the room with a flashlight.
The living room is very large, with a luxurious sofa, luxurious ceiling lights, a large TV, a coffee table, and next to it there is an air conditioner, a dehumidifier, and an air purifier...
There is a cloakroom on the left, and you can see the kitchen when you walk in.
There were many other rooms, but only two were closed.
I opened the door, but there was no one there, and no zombies either.
Chen Tinghan opened a door.
It was a large bedroom with the windows open and a man lying on the bed.
The sound of the door opening woke the man up.
The man propped up his arms, shielding the flashlight from the opposite side with his hands. Through his fingers, he said weakly, "Who are you and why are you in my house?"
Chen Tinghan didn't answer, but observed the man with a flashlight.
The man was probably in his 40s, with a messy beard on his chin. His face was so thin that there was no fat at all, just ribs of bone. He looked like a cancer patient who had become extremely emaciated after chemotherapy.
It's only been half a month and it has turned out like this.
Chen Tinghan shone the flashlight on a wedding photo on the wall: "Is this woman your wife?"
The woman in the photo had just exhausted herself.
The middle-aged man looked up and said, "Yes, she is my wife."
That’s right, this man is Shen Zixuan’s husband.
Chen Tinghan asked, "Do you have any food? Do you need it?"
The middle-aged man showed a look of longing and said anxiously, "It's very necessary."
He hadn't had a full meal for a long time, otherwise he wouldn't be so hungry.
Every day he just ate some biscuits, drank some water, and then lay in bed to reduce his body's energy consumption, hoping that he could hold on longer and someone would come to rescue him.
"I can give you food, but you need to give me something in exchange."
"Really?"
The middle-aged man also saw Chen Tinghan's backpack, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "I have a lot of money, I can give you money!"
Chen Tinghan shook his head: "I don't want money."
The biochemical crisis has spread across the globe, and the previous monetary system has collapsed.
No matter how much money you have now, it is just a string of numbers and cannot create any value.
The middle-aged man's throat rolled, and he suddenly looked at the wedding photo and said hoarsely: "How about I give my wife to you?"
Chen Tinghan smiled: "Okay, that's fine, she will be my wife from now on."
"You can take half of the stuff in this backpack."
Chen Tinghan took off his backpack and put it on the bed.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man rushed over and started rummaging through the backpack.
I took out some chocolate, cookies and bread.
When the man found the Durex under the backpack, his hands paused for a few seconds, then continued to pick up the food with no expression on his face.
The man guessed it in his heart.
My wife should be in the hands of this man.
My head is probably covered in green.
But the man didn't dare say anything more.
Before filling my stomach, my wife is just an insignificant commodity.
"alright."
Chen Tinghan took the backpack and turned away.
The man was still eating the chicken leg in big mouthfuls, without stopping at all.
Come downstairs.
Chen Tinghan stopped, glanced at the tall building, and suddenly touched his chin: "Did I forget to close the door just now? Forget it, that man should know..."
Not long after walking, I heard screams from somewhere behind me.
All the way to 6061.
Building 6, first home on the 6th floor.
"Chen Jiayi, are you in there?"
"Chen Jiayi, are you in there?"
Chen Tinghan knocked on the door and shouted.
The zombies around heard the noise, let out low roars, and slowly approached him.
Suddenly, a sound was heard in the room.
Chen Tinghan's face lit up with joy.
Then he looked at the zombies around him, picked up the boning knife, and started chopping their necks.
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