Since he had many social events on weekdays and had to deal with government officials such as finance and taxation, Hu Xiaodong certainly had some unique insights into the authenticity of these so-called "famous cigarettes and famous wines".

Otherwise, if a fake product is put into the hands of the "master", his store will be in big trouble in the future.

Simply referring to a few obvious fake details on the outer packaging, Hu Xiaodong took the trouble to explain to a group of suspicious young people. At the same time, he also carefully warned them not to touch those fake cigarettes.

Because these poorly regulated tobacco products contain too many harmful substances to the human body.

Once these harmful substances cause harm to the human body, it will undoubtedly be a headache in this apocalyptic world where medical treatment is scarce.

Wang Qiang stared at the cigarette in his hand unwillingly. The depressing feeling was like a man who had been abstinent for many years and suddenly met a young girl who made his blood boil. So he was ready for everything, even taking off his pants.

But he got an emotionless word from the other party:

"Sorry, I'm not interested in men!"

"Damn it!" Reason finally defeated emotion. Wang Qiang bit his teeth and threw the cigarette in his hand down, then stomped it twice angrily.

"Hey, is this owner selling fake goods?"

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Wu's casual words caught Tang Xiaoquan's attention.

Yes, if the owner of the house is an ordinary person, there should be no reason why he would put so many cigarettes in his home, and they are all fake.

In addition, thinking about the location of this building, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but make a bold assumption in his mind: "Brother Hu, when you went downstairs to close the door just now, did you see any house numbers outside the rooms downstairs?"

Marks like that.”

Not quite understanding what Tang Xiaoquan wanted to express, Hu Xiaodong frowned with a noncommittal expression.

On the contrary, Wang Qiang, who was standing next to him, choked his mouth and said: "What a hairy house number, just a couplet about making a lot of money, and then a small advertisement for Yishui!"

At this point, Wang Qiang seemed to have thought of something again, and then continued to add: "Oh, by the way, the door of a room downstairs is open. Originally, Brother Hu and I planned to go in to explore the situation, but

…"

"What! What did you say! Did you just say that the door to the room downstairs was open?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Yes, it's open. What, what's wrong?" Wang Qiang's heart was beating rapidly. He was obviously startled by his brother's unfounded exclamation.

"Great!" Tang Xiaoquan, who was thinking with his elbows as he slammed his palm on the wooden table, suddenly sat up straight: "If I am right, the owner of this house should be the owner of the market. And the first floor

A certain room in the city should be where the city’s facade is!”

As Tang Xiaoquan finished speaking, Hu Xiaodong and others remained indifferent and silent.

After a moment of pondering, they all nodded thoughtfully, presumably accepting the former's argument.

"That said, it is necessary for us to search the room downstairs!" Hu Xiaodong tapped his finger on the table.

There is no doubt that since we have deduced that there is a market downstairs, there seems to be no reason not to go and explore it.

After all, if the inference comes true and the room that opens the door happens to be that market, it will undoubtedly be a great benefit to one's own material reserves.

"Well, the door downstairs is closed, and there is no way for zombies to break in. I agree to go and investigate!" Wu also gave a positive reply.

After listening to the two people's answers, Wang Qiang stood up unsteadily. It was obvious that he was still drunk, and his bloodshot cheeks were like a ripe apple: "It's done, brothers, why bother with this nonsense!

Let’s do what we say, get down now!”

Tang Xiaoquan waved his hand with a smile. In his opinion, action must be taken, but there is no rush.

Especially if you are burning under this black light, there is no need to take risks in the dark for the sake of a duck that is cooked and cannot run away.

"Haha, Qiangzi, please sit down first." Tang Xiaoquan, who knew his brother's temperament well, gestured for him to sit down with a kind face: "As for the investigation downstairs, I personally suggest waiting until tomorrow morning.

Go down. But tonight, let’s all rest peacefully for the night and recuperate our spirits. What do you think?”

His eyes swept over everyone one by one. Except for Wang Qiang who showed a little disdain, the other people didn't show much opposition.

After working together to clear the dining table, the survivors dug out two more bamboo mats from the storage room.

They spread it on the ground, and with the sand beside the table, a bachelor's dormitory with no comfort at all was completed.

The night was very dark, and the survivors lay down on the "bed" one after another after some insignificant chatting.

Acheng and Tang Xiaoquan, who were responsible for tonight's vigil, wisely moved to the storage room next door to prevent their movements at night from disturbing everyone's rest.

As for the originally planned shift system, it had no choice but to be shelved due to the drunken state of Hu Xiaodong and others.

Tang Xiaoquan didn't care about this. Although he also knew the importance of vigil in shifts, in the final analysis, reason is dead and people are alive.

After all, companions who have suffered a physical and psychological blow all day long do need a good night's sleep to soothe their tired hearts.

Feeling bored, Tang Xiaoquan took the notepad where he had recorded his diary life earlier, and then, under the weak candlelight, he began to write and draw by himself.

It was only a short day in the past, but to Tang Xiaoquan, it felt like a world away.

There are too many feelings and reflections that need to be recorded. Lu Rui's actions today gave him a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the doomsday and the darkness of human nature.

After writing all this, Tang Xiaoquan recalled the scenes of several special zombies he observed in the SUV.

He clearly remembered that the zombies would always look at the city side with a vague look after they were attracted to the bus with the group.

And you must know that at that time, except for the SUV that a few of us were staying in, there were no other sound sources around the city that could attract their attention.

So, why do these beasts always look back at the city? Tang Xiaoquan does not think that these beasts have the ability to penetrate the car body and see the living people inside the car.

unless……

Is it possible that these zombies still retain memories of their past lives?
Chapter completed!