After Han Qingxia finished speaking, everyone looked at her.

"Come here!" Han Qingxia repeated.

Song Dapeng was slapped by her yesterday and was very afraid of her. At her voice, he stood up obediently and walked in front of Han Qingxia.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Where else does it hurt? My head hurts."

"How does it hurt?"

"Hey! Have you had enough?" Seeing Han Qingxia kept asking, Song Xiaohan stood up and said, "You beat my brother yesterday, and you still have the nerve to ask!"

Just then, a voice from the radio came over their heads, "What are you doing!"

As the voice fell, the door of their room opened and several people in white coats walked in.

A group of people looked inside very seriously.

"Why don't you just stay in your bed?"

"Boss, it's her!" Song Xiaohan pointed at Han Qingxia and said, "She let my brother pass!"

The man in the white coat looked at the two people who were walking over and Han Qingxia who was on the upper floor. "What are you going to do?"

"He said he had a headache this morning, so I kindly asked him what caused it."

Hearing this, several people in white coats frowned.

At this time, Song Xiaohan continued, "Boss, she was the one who beat him yesterday! She slapped my brother several times yesterday and made him sick!"

Han Qingxia raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard what Song Xiaohan said, and the white coats over there also relaxed their frowns because of Song Xiaohan's words. They looked at Han Qingxia and said, "Fighting is not allowed here! There won't be a next time!"

"I understand, bosses." Han Qingxia said.

"Hey, why are you..." Song Xiaohan became anxious when she saw that they didn't punish Han Qingxia at all. She wanted to say something but was given a death stare by the man in the white coat.

"Everyone, do not get out of bed and walk around unless necessary. Go back to your beds and stop making trouble! Otherwise, you will be locked up in a small dark room!" said the man in the white coat.

After hearing what they said, everyone inside returned to their beds obediently.

The door was closed again.

Han Qingxia sat on the upper deck and said to the people below, "Does your head still hurt now?"

"It doesn't hurt now." Song Dapeng said.

"Tell me if your head still hurts." Han Qingxia said.

"Hypocritical!" Song Xiaohan turned her head to the side and pursed her lips.

Han Qingxia ignored her.

Song Dapeng said that after the pain in his head went away, it suddenly got worse in the afternoon.

"Oh, it hurts so much!"

After finishing his lunch, he lay down on the bed, and then he started rolling around with his head in his arms.

When Han Qingxia heard something strange, she sat up immediately and looked at the person downstairs who was holding his head and crying in pain.

“It hurts! It hurts so much!”

"elder brother?"

Song Xiaohan heard the sound and got up from under the quilt.

She looked at Song Dapeng, whose face was pale with pain, and a little dissatisfied, "What's wrong with you? You're crying in pain again!"

"Ugh - ah -" Song Dapeng hugged the quilt and grasped the railing tightly. After a cry of pain, he lay stiffly on the bed, motionless.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Song Xiaohan then realized that something seemed to have happened. She quickly got out of her bed, ran to her brother's bed, and reached out to push her brother.

This push was so powerful that she felt as if she had pushed onto a cold, motionless corpse.

“Ah—Brother!”

Song Xiaohan does not have a very good relationship with her brother Song Dapeng. Her brother is not like those brothers in the rumors who would give in to their sisters and pamper their sisters. From childhood to adulthood, he has always snatched things from her, including toys and snacks, and never gave in to her. He often beats and scolds her and finds her annoying.

After the end of the world, their parents died, leaving them alone. Their relationship did improve a little, but that was it. Song Xiaohan was not that close to him.

But now, she saw her brother die in front of her.

Song Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, then she screamed at Han Qingxia in shock and anger, "You beat my brother to death!"

Other people around had already noticed the strangeness here, and they all frowned and looked sideways.

Zhang Tao and Liu Yong were even more confused as they covered their faces that had been hit. It shouldn’t be that serious.

They were also beaten yesterday, but it wasn’t this serious!

"Let me see."

Zhang Tao stood up and walked towards Song Xiaohan.

"None of you need to look! Let her look! Come and give my brother an explanation!" Song Xiaohan shouted.

At this time, everyone pointed behind Song Xiaohan in shock.

"Song Xiaohan, your brother——"

Song Dapeng, who had just fainted on the bed, sat up stiffly.

There was not a trace of blood in his body, his face was extremely pale, and he sat with his neck tilted and his back to everyone like a soulless puppet. He suddenly turned his head.

A pair of zombie eyes with gray-white pupils were revealed.

“Ah——”

Song Dapeng suddenly pounced towards Song Xiaohan who was standing in front of him.

At the critical moment, Zhang Tao pulled Song Xiaohan to the ground.

Song Dapeng, who had transformed on the bed, pounced to the ground using his hands and feet like a spider.

Song Xiaohan and Zhang Tao, who were lying on the ground, were so scared that they kept backing away.

The other people sleeping in the lower bunks on both sides all followed and fled inside or upwards.

People were screaming as they fled.

Just when Song Dapeng, who had turned into a zombie, was about to pounce on Song Xiaohan, the door of their room was opened again.

A group of people in white coats rushed in from outside.

A large net accurately covered Song Dapeng, and the other end of the net retracted. A group of people who seemed to have dealt with this kind of thing countless times dragged out Song Dapeng, who had turned into a zombie, very skillfully.

After dragging him out, a man in a white coat took out a syringe and injected it into Song Dapeng's body. Song Dapeng, who was still howling and biting people, immediately fainted.

Han Qingxia, who was working on the upper deck, brightened up when she saw this scene.

What is that thing? It can make zombies pass out?

If we use this thing to deal with the zombies outside, we'll be doomed!

She was just watching when a group of people in white coats came in and checked everyone one by one.

All the people who might have been attacked were checked.

Make sure these people haven't been caught or bitten before leaving the room.

After they got out, everyone was like survivors of a disaster, filled with crazy fear.

What's more, some people hurried to move to an empty upper shop.

Now that they have discovered it, it’s better to put it on the floor!

Song Xiaohan, who didn't have a brother, stood there in confusion.

After a long while, she asked, "Did my brother become a zombie?"

"Yes." Xu Hai said, "He was not beaten, he was infected."

Now at least it is certain that Song Dapeng's headache in the morning was not caused by Han Qingxia beating him.

Song Xiaohan sat back on her bed in a daze, and the others followed to comfort her.

At this moment, the radio broadcast above their heads started to sound.

A cold voice sounded.

"Everyone gather outside! Get ready for the physical examination!"