"Mad, I knew that the official had something hidden from us. A friend of mine said something was wrong. The world has changed, but I didn't expect it to be true now..."

"It's been a few weeks now, and I haven't reacted at all. When will this day end?"

"Eat canned food every day and don't treat us as human beings at all!"

There are two waves of people in the clothing store.

Ninety-nine percent of them strictly follow the patrol’s instructions, keep a distance and wear red clothes.

But only one person in the corner was wearing a fancy shirt.

This is the one who complains.

The man in the floral shirt was a local company executive. He was suddenly blocked when he was attending a social engagement and relaxing with a client at the club.

He was frightened at that time and thought he was blocking the area for this matter to arrest him.

It was only later that I realized that this was not the case.

After spending a few days in a daze, he and a group of survivors were gathered together, listening to the above call of a patrolman who had never heard of it before....

Obey all patrol management.

"Shh, stop talking, didn't the patrolman say it? It would be better to be difficult to speak, so as not to lead to that kind of thing!" A young man in red reminded, his body shivering involuntarily.

"Bah, speaking is my freedom, why does he limit it?"

"I have read books, I understand the method!"

"After I go back this time, I will go abroad. It is much safer. Whoever loves to stay in this place will be without freedom at all!"

The man in the floral shirt was still nagging, and he always suspected that the patrolman had ulterior motives.

What era is now, and what color of clothes will others be forced to wear?

There must be a problem!

There is a conspiracy?

Is it possible to have a Resident Evil?

...

The patrolman outside the door frowned and shouted sternly when he heard this, and then stopped the man in the shirt.

The situation here is fine, only one person does not cooperate. I heard that the conflict between survivors led by some colleagues is about to break out.

Many people left the patrol management and sneaked into the streets, resolutely not wearing red clothes.

Defend your freedom to the death!

Because there is a saying circulating in this street recently.

There are strange spirits who specifically kill survivors wearing red clothes!

So this result is!

Even a very small number of people who were tempted began to spread rumors!

Listed various conspiracies of the [Red Clothes Plan].

They firmly believe that there must be conspiracy in the red clothes, and maybe there is radiation inside.

Survivors in desperate situations are blind, and they are more willing to believe in everything they believe.

This has led to a large number of survivors who do not wear red clothes now.

...

Just then.

"Tread~"

A sound of footsteps pedaling upstairs came clearly from the darkness ahead.

Dull, stiff!

"Quiet!"

The patrolman whispered to remind him.

Everyone inside closed their mouths, including the man in the floral shirt.

Everyone calmed down, held their breath, covered their chests tightly, and their faces were full of fear!

The patrolman approached the store's glass door and watched, waiting for about five minutes... the sound kept echoing in the empty shopping mall.

It seems that I don't plan to leave anymore.

The worst case needs to be considered!

The patrolman pulled out his long knife and took out a flashlight to shine in front, trying to see clearly what the footsteps sounded.

If it is just a puppet formed by being killed by a strange spirit, he is still confident of dealing with it.

otherwise……

Inability to contact greatly weakens the strength of the awakened person in the physics system.

Step on ~

The sound of footsteps echoed around, making people puzzled.

Although the special flashlight in my hand shines brightly, after passing through the darkness, only a layer of gray light is left covering the stairs.

The stiff, dull footsteps were getting closer and closer.

The patrolman's heart also became tense.

It seems that this time I have to take the survivors to change the place!

...

After a moment.

Bang~

The sound of something falling to the ground sounded.

The patrol quickly turned around, but found that it was just a trash can.

Is it a mouse?

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

In the distance, a gray light shrouded in the toilet... Suddenly, a head was revealed.

The patrolman's pupils suddenly shrank.

An old man with dry face and empty eyes appeared in front of him.

The patrolman held the long sword in his hand and retreated back. His purpose was to protect the survivors and not to kill the alien spirits.

However, the moment he turned around, the clothing store where dozens of people were gathering in the back was already empty.

When I looked back, there were old people next to the toilet, and there was only a moldy and wet wall.

The patrolman's heart sank and his face suddenly changed!

Hallucination!

It's that body's strange spirit!

Second-level alien spirit!

A strange spirit with special abilities!

...

In the clothing store...

Everyone saw the patrolman outside leaving with a flashlight and it seemed as if he had 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 said, will something happen?" said an old lady wearing red clothes and a red scarf, wrapping her whole body tightly.

There is a quiet corner.

Everyone couldn't help but swallowed.

"Okay... it shouldn't be?" a young man replied uncertainly.

"Mad, I knew there was a conspiracy here!"

"Maybe he gave up on us! I just said that the security bureau's person is unreliable. I have never heard of this bullshit department." The man in the flower shirt began to analyze.
To be continued...