The sky gradually darkened, and a bright moon quietly climbed into the sky. After a whole day of scorching sun, the steaming earth finally returned to its former coolness.

In the night, a black figure was moving quickly and vigorously through the factory, and its target was the warehouse where the survivors were.

"Hul~lulu!" The snoring was loud, and the survivors in the storage room were sleeping deeply. The "Symphony of Destiny" played by the sniffing of the nose was really ups and downs and shocking.

At this moment, a slight sound of locks opening and closing suddenly sounded outside the house. The sound itself was not loud, at least it could not be compared with the symphony inside the house. However, despite this, the sleepy Zhao Yunhai still opened his eyes suddenly in alarm.

When he opened his eyes, his wide-eyed pupils were like ghostly will-o'-wisps, emitting a captivating light in the dark warehouse.

Subconsciously touching his side, this is a habit Zhao Yunhai developed when he was trapped alone in a building.

At that time, he lived in extreme panic and tension every day. Since there was no help from others, he had to stay on alert 24 hours a day to prevent any possible dangers and disasters.

As expected, Zhao Yunhai found nothing after groping for a while. He touched nothing except a row of packaging cartons.

At this time, the door of the storage room was gently pushed open from the outside, and the cool night breeze swept in, making the originally turbid air in the room feel a lot fresher in an instant.

Zhao Yunhai suddenly sat up from the box bed, clenching his fists like a frightened bird to protect his chest for the first time. He shouted instinctively and asked: "Who!?"

He was slightly startled, as if he was frightened by Zhao Yunhai's reaction. The big foot under the shadow that had just stepped forward shrank back after hearing his question: "Yes, it's me.

!”

"Ah!" Zhao Yunhai vaguely recognized the appearance of the visitor through the light that Lang Yue shone on him, and then he exclaimed noncommittally: "You are...Lin! Lin Guan?"

"What? Uncle Zhao! What are you shouting for?" A lazily asked question came from inside the room. Apparently, Zhao Yunhai's series of overreactions had disturbed his companions.

"Um~ Everyone, I'm really sorry. I didn't know you were resting, oh~ by the way," while speaking, Guan Lin placed a large pot in his arms on the cardboard box beside him, and then continued: "Kitchen

Dinner has been prepared, and I guess you are all hungry, so I will hurry up and bring it to you, or you can eat it while it is hot first!"

"Hey! Lin Guan, look at what I just did..." Zhao Yunhai grinned in embarrassment, feeling ashamed of his surprise and explosion just now.

However, Lin Guan didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand with a smile, then opened the lid of the pot, took out the bowls and chopsticks he brought with him from the plastic bag, and placed them neatly: "Everyone

, Don’t be surprised, we are in short supply of supplies and have nothing to entertain everyone, so let’s just make do with a pot of porridge to fill our stomachs.”

At this point, the survivors who were sleeping had basically woken up. Tang Xiaoquan piled up his slightly messy heads. After getting up and stretching for comfort, he dragged his slumped steps to the forest management room.

beside.

"Haha, Guan Lin, you are so polite. It is already an extremely happy thing in this world to have hot soup and rice!"

He waved his hand and quickly greeted everyone to serve the food. After all, they had taken great pains to bring it to him and took the trouble to serve it well. It would be too rude of etiquette for him to "turn a blind eye".

Each person took a bowl. As Lin Guan said, the quality of this dinner was indeed a bit "shabby". At least in Tang Xiaoquan's opinion, it was even worse than his previous "cooking" of Zhou Papi.

a bit.

It seems that the material supplies here are far worse than he expected! After taking a sip of hot water, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Um~ I was busy with some time at noon, and I haven't had time to introduce to all my friends. My surname is Lin, Lin Junfu. I used to be a traffic policeman. I came here after the chaos broke out. As I said before, I introduced you to you.

In that case, we are indeed a little short of supplies, but in terms of safety, overall it’s okay!”

Nodding subconsciously, the survivors all looked at each other, and then reported their names in order, which was regarded as an introduction to themselves.

After the introduction was completed, Tang Xiaoquan asked casually as if nothing had happened: "Guan Lin, how did you come here?"

"This...it's a long story!" Perhaps there was something unspeakable. Lin Junfu shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing the topic, Tang Xiaoquan had no choice but to change the topic and asked: "Guan Lin, you told us on the intercom to leave Gao immediately, saying it was very dangerous. Frankly speaking, after that we

We encountered hordes of zombies. The only thing I was surprised about was that when we first arrived there, we checked carefully and found not a single zombie on the road at all. They just seemed to disappear out of thin air. Do you know why?

?Or, have you ever encountered a similar situation?"

As soon as the words fell, the warehouse fell into dead silence.

After a while, a faint candlelight slowly rose under Lin Junfu's operation.

"Alas~" Another long sigh came out. Under the candlelight, Lin Junfu took out the cigarette pack from the bag, but after opening it, he found that the cigarettes inside were empty.

In desperation, he threw it outwards dejectedly, and almost as he turned his eyes, a pair of rough, big hands stretched out in front of him.

"Smoke this!" Zhao Yunhai raised the "Red Wan" in his hand towards Lin Junfu. The latter was not polite. After thanking him, he took one from it and swayed it with the help of a candle.

The fire ignited it.

Everyone knows that cigarettes are bad things, but why are there so many people "rushing" to them? The reason is that it can reduce people's upset to a certain extent.

After taking a few strong breaths, the lingering smoke soon wrapped around Lin Junfu's sculpted face like a dream.

He was silent for a few seconds, and his eyes gradually became blurred, which is a common expression when people are reminiscing about the past.

The survivors who saw the other party's appearance also sat quietly in silence, and even their eating movements slowed down.

After smoking like this for more than a minute, Lin Junfu's right hand holding the cigarette finally slowly stopped.

Then……
Chapter completed!