"Damn, I knew the authorities were hiding something from us. A friend of mine said something was wrong before, that the world had changed, and I never thought it would come true now..."
"It's been several weeks, and there's been no response at all. When will this end?"
"They eat canned food every day and don't treat us as human beings at all!"
There are two groups of people in the clothing store.
Ninety-nine percent of them strictly followed the patrollers' instructions, kept their distance, and wore red clothes.
But there was only one person in the corner wearing a flowery shirt.
This is the person who is complaining.
The man in the flowered shirt was an executive of a local company. He was attending a social event that day and was going to a club to relax with a client when he was suddenly blocked.
He was so scared at the time that he thought the area was blocked off and they were trying to catch him because of this.
Later I found out that this was not the case.
After spending a few days in confusion, he was gathered together with a group of survivors and took orders from a person he had never heard of called... a patrolman from the Security Bureau.
Obey all orders from the patrol officer.
"Shh, stop talking. Didn't the patrolman say that it's best not to talk too much, so as not to attract that kind of thing!" A young man in red reminded, his body shivering involuntarily.
"Bah! Speaking is my freedom. Why should he restrict it?"
"I'm educated, I know the law!"
"After I get back this time, I'm going abroad. It's much safer there. Anyone who wants to stay here can stay. There's no freedom at all!"
The man in the flowered shirt continued to chatter away, always suspecting that the patrolman had ulterior motives.
What era is it now? Are you still forcing others to wear certain colors of clothes?
There must be a problem!
Is there a conspiracy?
Could it be a biochemical crisis?
…
The patrolman outside the door frowned and shouted sternly when he heard this, which stopped the man in the shirt from doing so.
The situation here is not bad, with only one person not cooperating. I heard that the conflicts among the survivors led by some colleagues are on the verge of breaking out.
Many people broke away from the patrols, sneaked into the streets, and refused to wear red clothes.
Defend your freedom to the death!
Because there is a saying circulating on this street recently.
There is a strange spirit that specifically kills survivors wearing red clothes!
So this is the result!
Even a few people who were tempted began to spread rumors!
Lists the various conspiracies of the "Red Plan".
They firmly believed that the red-clothed man must have a conspiracy, and perhaps there was radiation inside.
Survivors in desperate situations are blind and prefer to believe whatever they believe.
This has led to a large number of survivors who are not wearing red clothes.
…
Just then.
“Tap tap~”
The sound of footsteps going up the stairs came clearly from the darkness ahead.
Dull and stiff!
"Quiet!"
The patrolman whispered a reminder.
Suddenly everyone inside shut up, including the man in the flowered shirt.
Everyone fell silent, holding their breath, covering their chests tightly, their faces full of horror!
The patrolman stood close to the glass door of the shop and waited for about five minutes... The voice kept echoing in the empty mall.
It looks like he's not planning to leave.
The worst-case scenario needs to be considered!
The patrolman drew out his long knife and took out his flashlight to shine forward, trying to see clearly what the footsteps were.
If it was just a puppet formed by someone killed by an alien spirit, he would still be able to deal with it.
otherwise……
The inability to make contact greatly weakens the strength of physical awakeners.
Tap tap
The sound of footsteps echoed around, making it difficult to understand.
Although the special flashlight in his hand was bright, after it passed through the darkness, only a layer of gray light covered the stairs.
The stiff, dull footsteps were getting closer.
The patrolman's heart also tensed up.
It looks like we have to take the survivors to another place this time!
…
A moment later.
Peng~
There was a sound of something falling to the ground.
The patrolman quickly turned around, but found only a trash can.
Is it a mouse?
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief.
In the toilet shrouded in gray light in the distance...suddenly, a head appeared.
The patrolman Tong Kong suddenly shrank back.
An old man with a dry face, empty eyes and no life at all appeared in front of him.
The patrolman gripped the long knife in his hand tightly and retreated. His purpose was to protect the survivors, not to kill the alien spirits.
However, when he turned around, the clothing store behind him where dozens of people had gathered was already empty.
When I looked back, there was no old man next to the toilet, only a moldy and damp wall.
The patrolman's heart sank and his face changed suddenly!
Hallucination!
It’s that body ghost!
Second-level alien spirit!
A spirit with special powers!
…
Inside the clothing store...
Everyone saw the patrolman outside leave with a flashlight and then disappeared.
There has been no movement for a long time.
One minute...
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
They were a little panicked because the patrolman outside had never left them for so long in the past few days.
"You...you guys, do you think something happened?" An old lady wearing red clothes and a red scarf, wrapping herself tightly, said in panic.
It was quiet in the corner.
Everyone couldn't help but swallow.
"Should... shouldn't it be?" a young man replied uncertainly.
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