Looking up, the sealed corridor was extremely dark. I could only vaguely see the third floor, and nothing could be seen further up.

"Shh!" Tunan signaled the blind girl to be calm, slowed down her movements, and walked up the corridor step by step, trying not to make a sound.

There are many small things scattered in the dim stairwell, some are dolls, and some are brightly colored scraps of paper.

All the way up to the sixth floor, the surroundings were so quiet that only Tunan's heartbeat and breathing were left. It was as if the children's calls for help before were all hallucinations of him and the blind girl.

But the feeling of being stared at by something still made him stop. As if he was going to test his patience with the things upstairs, Tunan simply installed the wood without saying a word.
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After a short period of silence, the little zombie first lost his patience.

The pitiful whimper sounded again, "Help...save me."

As Tunan got closer this time, the voice sounded clearer.

But the strange thing is that this voice seems to be reproduced one-to-one by the tape recorder, and it is almost the same as the previous one.

However, after passing the water-soaked cloth strips in Tunan's ears, the sound sounded a little distorted. It looked a bit like a low-quality tape recorder in a rag doll.

Probably feeling that Tunan was not bewitched, the voice above repeated again, "Help...save me."

The voice was slightly faster than the previous times, as if urging him.

Tunan tightened the cloth strips in his ears tightly. He gripped the gun in his hand, made a ready shooting posture, and continued upward.

Originally, this little zombie was still squatting in the shadow of the corner as usual, preparing to ambush Tunan after he took the bait.

But the blood constantly flowing out of Tunan's abdominal wound made this zombie with little restraint fall into a desire for fresh flesh and blood.

Just when Tunan stepped onto the last step on the seventh floor, the little zombies followed the ceiling and rushed toward Tunan's face like a gust of wind.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

As a police officer for many years, Tunan has long been able to develop a calm temperament in the face of danger, not to mention that he must be prepared before coming up.

With three consecutive shots, Tunan finally hit the black "shadow" before the little zombie pounced on his face.

"Ouch!" The little zombie was shot in the right shoulder and neck. The bullet penetrated its body and shot out from the right abdomen but did not hit the vital part.

Tunan still wants to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but this little zombie is obviously different from other ordinary zombies that have no sense of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

It turned around and fled almost the moment it was shot, disappearing into the dark corridor of the seventh floor. Only a small pool of black-red blood was left on the ground, telling Tunan that he had indeed hit something.
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It is said that you should not chase the enemy when you are poor, not to mention that Tunan was seriously injured. His physical strength was gradually drained along with the blood in his abdomen. The excessive blood loss made him clearly feel that he was almost unsteady, and the recoil of the three shots just now was almost over.

Push him down.

Not caring about anything else, Tunan recalled the bloody cloth strips he had seen on the window sill just now, and walked to a door.

The door was not locked, and with a slight push, the strange scene inside the house was fully visible.

A dozen "people" were sitting or standing in the room, frozen in a certain posture like wax statues with stiff expressions, but their eyes were all turned to Tunan who entered the door.

Tunan originally thought that these people were bewitched by the little zombie from before, so they could not move. But just when he reached out and touched one of the "people", he suddenly found that his skin was cold and stiff, with no sign of a living person.

Take a closer look at his face. Although his eyes can still move, his eyes are chaotic and completely unconscious. His blue-gray skin has green-brown corpse spots, and there is a tooth on his neck that is obviously the size of a child.

marks.

Obviously, this "person" has become a zombie.

Just when Tunan thought that the "Xiao Man" mentioned by the blind girl had also died, he saw the eyes of the little girl sitting on the sofa in a tea-drinking pose seemed to be moving very quickly.

Cang Xiaoman's excitement at this time was beyond words. He could only wink at Tunan crazily, hoping that he would notice him.

"Are you...alive?" Tunan walked slowly to the sofa and tentatively touched Cang Xiaoman's hand holding the teacup.

It’s still warm and alive!

It's just... I don't know if this is the person the blind girl is looking for.

Tunan looked at the girl on the sofa who couldn't move except for her eyes. She could only ask tentatively, "Is your name Xiaoman? If so, just look to the left, not to the right."

When Cang Xiaoman heard that Tunan actually knew his name, he roughly guessed that he was the rescuer sent by the blind girl, and immediately looked to the left.

Tunan looked at Cang Xiaoman's impatient actions and was glad that she hadn't turned into a zombie like other "people". However, there were still bloody tooth marks on Cang Xiaoman's neck, which still made Tunan a little worried.

However, according to the attitude of the blind girl who wants to see people alive and dead, if he doesn't take people down, I'm afraid the blind girl will just come up again by herself.

Tunan accepted his fate and put the stiff Cang Xiaoman on his shoulders, and walked out of the room with difficulty.

For the first time, Cang Xiaoman was hung on someone's shoulders like a bag of rice and noodles. But she couldn't resist as she lost the ability to move, so she could only let Tunan carry her out step by step.

The moment the two of them walked into the stairwell smoothly, Cang Xiaoman suddenly heard a subtle "tick" and "tick" sound in the quiet corridor. It seemed like something was leaking in the corridor.

But Tunan, whose ears were tightly stuffed with cloth strips, didn't hear anything at all.

Just when the little zombie was about to give Tunan, who had seriously injured it, another head-on blow, the blind girl ran up from downstairs and shouted "Be careful".

Tunan subconsciously bent down and lowered his head. A strong wind with a fishy smell came and passed over Tunan's head.

Tunan raised his foot and kicked the little zombie hard in the stomach.

It seemed that this kick just tore the wound from the previous shot. The little zombie vomited a large mouthful of blood from its mouth, squirmed on the ground and slowly retreated to the corner of the corridor.

At this moment, Tunan's vision was also darkened, and he almost lost all strength. He relied on leaning against the wall to prevent him from falling immediately, "Ahem, I brought your friend down. But... she was also bitten by a zombie, maybe..."

"Been bitten!" When the blind girl heard Tunan's words, she immediately took Cang Xiaoman's hand nervously. But after groping for a long time, she didn't feel any movement from her. She couldn't help shaking Cang Xiaoman's body in fear, trying to wake her up.

"Xiao Man! Xiao Man! Don't scare me!"

Looking at Cang Xiaoman, who was almost dizzy after being shaken by the blind girl, who was asking for help with his eyes. Tunan covered his wound while still in the mood to joke, "Stop shaking, your friend's brain will be shaken if you continue shaking it."
Chapter completed!