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"Beep..." An annoying car horn sounded outside the window. Bai Qiang turned over, muttered a curse word and prepared to continue his dream.
But the damn flute sound never stopped, instead it was mixed with some crashing sounds, making this damn morning very lively.
If he hadn't cared about the 200 yuan cheaper rent for a room facing the street, Bai Qiang wouldn't have chosen such a damn street-facing room.
Finally, Bai Qiang couldn't stand the blaring horn anymore. He lifted up his warm quilt, cursed and walked to the window, overlooking the street outside the community wall.
The street was indeed very lively. He saw a row of crashing cars jammed on the road, surrounded by pedestrians wandering slowly. Strangely, not many people gathered around to watch this huge commotion.
Bai Qiang, who originally wanted to yell at the people downstairs and curse a few words to stop the honking, suddenly saw a woman running in a panic, followed by a dozen people chasing after him before he could speak.
she.
I'm going to catch the mistress so early in the morning? Isn't that right? Or is this woman stealing something? Bai Qiang thought to himself in surprise, and then he saw this woman being blocked by a pedestrian who was wandering on the roadside just now.
He stopped and fell directly to the ground.
"So exciting? What's going on?" Bai Qiang watched the excitement without taking it too seriously. He stared at the woman being knocked down, and then the crowd chasing behind the woman also jumped on her one by one.
Bai Qiang had very good eyesight. He could really see that those people were biting the woman with their mouths, and the woman had already begun to scream in agony that echoed through the sky.
"I'm going! What's going on?" Bai Qiang was frightened by the scene in front of him. He suspected that he was dreaming, because it would be impossible for so many people to bite people in the street in a normal world.
But he clearly saw red blood splashing from the crowded crowd, and he could clearly hear the woman's increasingly weaker screams.
"I X! Are you making a movie? No?" Bai Qiang retracted his head and felt that his hands were shaking a little.
He opened his door and saw that the door to his roommate Zhang Jia's room was still closed. He subconsciously wanted to find a companion to ask what happened today.
So he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Jia! Come here and take a look. Look downstairs. There may be a car accident and someone will die."
After he shouted, he took off his jeans from the clothes hanging place behind his door and prepared to put them on his legs.
But just as he put one foot into his trousers, he heard Zhang Jia's door being hit by something inside, making a muffled "bang" sound.
Startled by the sudden bang, Bai Qiang subconsciously looked at Zhang Jia's door. But as soon as he looked over, he saw the door trembling, followed by a second muffled bang.
Come: "Bang!"
Bai Qiang was so frightened that he trembled: "I X! Zhang Jia! What are you doing? Zhang Jia? Zhang Jia, are you crazy?"
Just when Bai Qiang scolded Zhang Jia, Zhang Jia's door was hit again. Due to the force, the white paint on the door's wooden board cracked.
The doors of the house all open inward, so it is not easy to break the door by banging it from the inside. However, because of the strong force of the impact, Bai Qiang has discovered that the door frame around the wooden door is about to loosen.
Anyone who has decorated the house knows that the door frame around the door in the house is not actually strong. It is just a circle of decorative strips with only some intervals of support inside. Most of them are made of wooden strips and the like.
If your own home is renovated, it may be stronger. This kind of shared house is a "third-rate product" with extremely low cost and cheap price. How can it withstand such a violent impact?
"Zhang Jia! What are you talking about? What door are you hitting!" Bai Qiang finally put on his jeans and quickly put on his sweatshirt.
He walked to Zhang Jia's door and yelled at Zhang Jia who was banging on the door: "You are an insurance seller, how can you survive? Can you afford to pay for breaking the landlord's door?"
When Bai Qiang finished saying this, a thought flashed through his mind. He remembered the scene outside he had just seen, and recalled the passers-by eating women on the street.
Subconsciously, Bai Qiang took a step back. He lowered his voice and asked again with a very uncertain tone: "Zhang Jia! Is something wrong with you?"
The banging inside stopped, but Bai Qiang did not approach again. Instead, he stared at the door, thinking about everything he had experienced all morning.
Could it be that his roommate, like everyone else outside, has turned into a zombie that bites everyone he sees? Are you kidding? You tell too many ghost stories? Where did the zombies come from in the world? Is it fun to scare yourself?
But what kind of messy things did he see this morning? Why did Zhang Jia keep banging on the door without answering him?
He was thinking non-stop, trying to connect these fragments together, and when he came to a reasonable conclusion, the door in front of him was knocked again.
This time, the force was so strong that even the outer door frame that ran across the door fell off, and gravel from nowhere fell on the floor, making a crunching sound.
Bai Qiang knew that no matter what was in Zhang Jia's house, it was about to rush out. He had to find something to protect himself, and in the whole room it seemed that the only guy in the kitchen had something to protect himself from.
So Bai Qiang rushed to the kitchen as soon as he reacted. He grabbed the chef's knife on the cutting board.
This knife belonged to Bai Qiang. At that time, Zhang Jia asked Bai Qiang why he didn't buy a Chinese kitchen knife. Bai Qiang also joked that it could be used for self-defense at critical moments-unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy.
He grabbed the kitchen knife and felt a little confident, but then he realized that he didn't seem to have any protective gear, so he quickly grabbed the lid of the frying spoon.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although this thing is definitely inferior to the shield and not as convenient, Bai Qiang couldn't think of anything better to replace this thing in an instant.
He grabbed the kitchen knife and pot lid and waited in the kitchen for the things from Zhang Jia's room to rush out. In fact, he was not made to wait for long. A few seconds later, with a loud click, the door of Zhang Jia's room burst out.
The door frame was knocked to the ground.
As the door fell to the ground, a figure rushed out. Bai Qiang recognized that figure as his roommate Zhang Jia.
At this moment, Zhang Jia's eyes had turned pale, as if they were covered by a strange film. There was blood on his face and body, and his neck was crooked to one side. No matter how you looked at the crooked angle, it showed
A strange feeling.
"Ah!" Zhang Jia raised one arm and rushed towards Bai Qiang as soon as he came out. The other arm hung strangely, swaying back and forth with his footsteps.
"Don't come here! Come here and I'll kill you!" Bai Qiang shouted to encourage himself, but before he could finish his words, he was knocked down by Zhang Jia who rushed towards him.
The kitchen floor tiles were already slippery, and Bai Qiang never expected that Zhang Jia would rush over to him so recklessly, not fearing the sharp knife in his hand.
The huge power made Bai Qiang feel dizzy for a moment, and a strong smell of blood penetrated Bai Qiang's nostrils, making him feel unspeakably nauseated.
Fortunately, there was a pot lid in front of him, so Zhang Jia, who had only one arm left, tried to grab Bai Qiang's face. Bai Qiang put the pot lid on Zhang Jia's face, avoiding Zhang Jia's outstretched hand.
Fear made Bai Qiang angry, and his hand holding the kitchen knife finally made a move. Faced with Zhang Jia's twisting body that was pressed against him, Bai Qiang stabbed out the first knife with all his strength.
He could clearly feel his sharp knife piercing something, and the feeling was very sluggish. Bai Qiang estimated that the knife should have penetrated to a depth of about three to four centimeters.
But Zhang Jia, who was lying on top of him, didn't show any pain at all. He even grabbed the pot lid that Bai Qiang used to protect his body with his hand, and gradually stretched his head towards Bai Qiang's face.
Bai Qiang knew that if he didn't fight hard, he might really be killed by the crazy Zhang Jia. He pulled out the kitchen knife and brought out a stream of hot liquid, but Bai Qiang didn't have much time.
Thinking, he crossed the kitchen knife and stretched his arms as much as possible to gather more strength.
During this process, Zhang Jia's eyes had already poked out of the edge of the pot lid, and Bai Qiang even saw his own blurred shadow in the eyes that were slightly bloodshot around the edges and frighteningly white in the middle.
Without hesitation, Bai Qiang used all his strength to stab the knife from the side, piercing Zhang Jia's side ribs. Bai Qiang could feel the knife going in very deep. This knife should have pierced Zhang Jia's lungs.
A normal person would have been lying on the ground long ago.
But Zhang Jia, who was pressing on Bai Qiang, didn't even stop the movement of his hands. He still tried to bite Bai Qiang. With great strength, he pushed down Bai Qiang's pot lid little by little, revealing the face full of
Bloody mouth.
Bai Qiang could even see the bloody front teeth swaying in front of his eyes. The stench of blood sprayed on his face, making him so sick that he couldn't breathe. The tongue stretched out hard towards Bai Qiang
, almost licking his face.
A drop of blood dripped down Zhang Jia's teeth and hit Bai Qiang's cheek, making all the hair on Bai Qiang's body stand up.
Bai Qiang's hand grasped the handle of the kitchen knife and kept exerting force, trying to pull the knife out of Zhang Jia's body. But the thick liquid made his hand slippery, and because it was inserted too deep, the knife actually
Even after pulling it out for a long time, it didn't move at all, as if it was embedded in Zhang Jia's body.
With his only remaining hand, he grasped the edge of the pot lid. Zhang Jia, who didn't care about the stab wound on his body, had his mouth full of blood almost pressed against Bai Qiang's face. His heavy body pressed down on Bai Qiang constantly.
The twisting and turning made Bai Qiang feel like he was almost out of breath.
"It's over! It's over! It's really over this time!" Bai Qiang felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he might not be able to break free.
With the last effort, Bai Qiang miraculously pulled out the kitchen knife stuck in Zhang Jia's ribs. This time he was completely crazy, because the other party obviously wanted to kill him, so he completely ignored the consequences.
Adrenaline stimulated his brain, and Bai Qiang, who had murderous intentions, targeted Zhang Jia's head this time. He knew that he had to kill the beast in front of him with one knife, otherwise he would definitely bite him.
Bai Qiang, who was already so excited that he was furious, desperately attacked Zhang Jia from the side with a kitchen knife. This time, due to the angle and force, he stabbed Zhang Jia's neck with the knife.
The blade cut open Zhang Jia's aorta, cut off the throat from the side, and pierced the tip of the knife from the other side, completely penetrating Zhang Jia's neck.
However, Zhang Jia's mouth was still wide open, and his chin opened and closed and pressed towards Bai Qiang's face with all his strength. However, as Zhang Jia exerted more force, the sharp blade kept cutting Zhang Jia's neck.
Blood spurted out from both sides, like a fountain, and the bright red plasma splashed onto the cabinets, sprayed on the refrigerator door, fell on the stove, and hung on the ceiling.
As Zhang Jia kept moving forward, the sharp blade stuck on his spine and made a crunching sound. It was a desperate and eerie sound that could not be heard unless you listened carefully, but Bai Qiang could hear it.
Get it crystal clear.
At this moment, Bai Qiang no longer had the strength to draw the kitchen knife. He was just in a stalemate with Zhang Jia, waiting, hoping that time would allow them to decide the winner.
Gradually, the movements of Zhang Jia, who was pressing on Bai Qiang, became smaller and smaller, and the frequency of opening and closing Zhang Jia's mouth also completely decreased. The blood flowing from his mouth dripped on Bai Qiang's face, dyeing half of his face red.
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Zhang Jia, who broke his neck because he hit the door, finally had his spine severed by the blade due to his own force. His head was smashed off, and the chin and the remaining flesh on the front of his neck supported each other, and they were pressed against the pot lid at a weird angle.
Er put it on Bai Qiang's face.
Finally, Bai Qiang violently pushed away Zhang Jia, who was pressing him. The other person's body had stopped moving, but a pair of eyes without pupils seemed to still be staring at Bai Qiang.
There was blood everywhere in the kitchen, Zhang Jia had been pierced through a major artery, and less than a third of his head was still connected to his body. Zhang Jia seemed to have lost the ability to move.
At this time, Bai Qiang realized that the first two knives he had just stabbed, one on the side of Zhang Jia's stomach and the other near the ribs, were actually very deep.
But even so, Zhang Jia still did not give up attacking him. It was not until his head was almost cut off that he gradually calmed down.
"I X!" Bai Qiang gasped and retreated to the corner, dragging a trail of blood on the ground. He touched the thick liquid on his face with his hand, then lowered his head and couldn't stop vomiting.
"Ugh...wow..." Although there was almost nothing in his stomach, he kept vomiting, as if he wanted to vomit out all the filth in his body.
He didn't know if Zhang Jia's blood had flowed into his mouth just now, so when he came back to his senses, he felt even more disgusting. He kept spitting out gastric juice, and even the muscles in his abdomen twitched irregularly due to vomiting.
stand up.
"Ugh! Wow! Ugh! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!" Soon, he was choking on his own gastric juice. He kept coughing, but the gastric acid stuck in the respiratory tract irritated his stomach.
The feeling in his respiratory tract made his eyes water.
Finally, when he was coughing so hard that he almost vomited out his lungs, he remembered the roommate he had killed. He didn't go to see that guy for a long time, fearing that he would pounce again after he regained his mobility.
Fortunately, when he looked over, Zhang Jia was still lying there, with only his mouth still opening and closing.
Reluctantly standing up and coughing, Bai Qiang walked back to his room and grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table.
He pressed the alarm number and put the phone to his ear.
"Beep...beep...beep..." The rhythmic voice kept looping. Bai Qiang, who had been waiting for a long time, never waited for the operator to pick up the phone.
He grabbed the phone and walked back to the living room, where he stood overlooking Zhang Jia, who was still lying in the kitchen. He stood quietly, like a statue, waiting for a response from the phone.
But no one answered the second call to the police. Bai Qiang just stood there, tired and helpless.
When the busy hang-up tone came again, Bai Qiang moved the phone away from his ear, rubbed the almost dry blood on the phone screen with his fingers, and pressed the replay button again.
The intensity of the adrenaline support gradually dissipated, and he could clearly feel his hands shaking, and the back of his head began to hurt vaguely.
He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, and felt a stinging pain - when he was knocked down just now, the back of his head may have hit the ground, and it was probably swollen.
When the sound of scraping echoed in his ears again, Bai Qiang looked down at his light yellow sweatshirt and the continuous bright red blood stains on his body.
The blood has begun to gradually turn dark brown, which is the color of dried blood. Soon the blood will solidify and change from viscous to hard.
Holding the unanswered phone, Bai Qiang turned around and walked to the window of the living room. He looked down at the street in the distance and saw the stiff-moving pedestrians, still wandering aimlessly.
The way these pedestrians walk is very unnatural, and the place they walk is also weird: normal people walk on both sides of the road, but these people are evenly distributed, and there are many in the gaps between the cars in the middle of the road.
Bai Qiang continued to make calls, this time to the leader of his company. A nice ringtone started playing, but in the end there was still no answer.
He lowered his head, rummaged through the phone book, and dialed every name, but the hang-up tone still waiting for him was unanswered.
Through the glass, Bai Qiang could vaguely see his face. There was blood on his cheeks, and he looked in a terrible state.
In his twenties, he had been playing games for many years, and naturally he began to apply everything in front of him to games such as Resident Evil: 7 Days to Die.
The word zombie began to linger in his mind. He turned around and cast his gaze towards the kitchen at the far end. Zhang Jia was still lying there, seemingly completely incapacitated.
Subconsciously, he rubbed the aching back of his head again. When his hand touched his hair, he felt that his hair was stuck together with dried blood as if it was coated with hair gel.
He walked back between the two bedrooms, looked at the toilet between the bedrooms, and sighed helplessly.
Does taking a shower at this time count as damaging the scene? How to explain it when the police came? Various thoughts were entangled in his head, making him stand there for a long time.
The zombie virus broke out at the scene of destruction! Who has time to take care of the crime scene? How could the police come? You can't even get through the police call now! Contradictory voices followed, making Bai Qiang even more entangled.
He is really a little confused. After all, in the quiet first twenty years of his life, he had no killing experience and no special talents.
So when he stood in a room where blood could be seen everywhere, the things he could think about were very commonplace and not surprising at all.
By some strange coincidence, Bai Qiang walked back to the kitchen from the living room. He stood not far from Zhang Jia's body, overlooking the familiar side face.
Due to blood loss, the face looked a little shriveled and distorted, and its original appearance could no longer be seen. But even so, the mouth of the head was still moving slightly, like a beheaded cockroach, and the tentacles could still move back and forth.
of swing.
I don’t know when the car horn outside the window stopped, or whether the thing pressing on the steering wheel moved away, or some other reason.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Maybe it was stopped during the fight just now, Bai Qiang thought to himself, and did not dare to pick up the kitchen knife inserted into Zhang Jia's body.
, turned around and walked back to the living room.
He looked at the door that had fallen on the ground and was broken by Zhang Jia, as well as the gravel and cement residue scattered around, and he didn't know what to do with it. His thoughts were very messy, and every second he seemed to be confused.
Some weird thoughts occurred.
If Zhang Jia hadn't been banging on the door just now and dislocated one of his arms, he might have been bitten to death in the kitchen with that brute force. Thinking this in his mind, Bai Qiang walked into Zhang Jia's house
Room.
The quilt was scattered on the floor, and there were some wrinkles on the sheets. The mobile phone was on the bedside table, and there were some brown traces of blood dripping on the floor.
It must have been the blood that Zhang Jia shed when he knocked on the door. He probably mutated into a zombie before he got up, so he didn't even wear any clothes and just wandered around the house until Bai Qiang's shout activated its ferocious nature.
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Bai Qiang grabbed Zhang Jia's cell phone and wanted to try to use Zhang Jia's phone to call for help, but he found that Zhang Jia's cell phone needed to be unlocked, so he could only throw the phone on Zhang Jia's bed.
Walking back to his room, he turned on the power of his computer with his blood-stained fingers. Bai Qiang thought that while waiting for someone to come and dispose of the body in the kitchen, he should first take a look at what happened outside.
After booting up quickly, the moment Bai Qiang's familiar computer desktop appeared, he suddenly felt something staring at him from behind. Subconsciously, he turned around suddenly, but found nothing.
He cautiously walked back to the living room and took another look at the body lying in the kitchen. He was instinctively worried that Zhang Jia would stand up again.
An indescribable feeling enveloped Bai Qiang, making him suspicious. When he walked back to the computer, he was enveloped by that feeling again, and he had to return to the living room uneasily to find a way.
First, calm down the uneasiness in your heart.
Not everyone has a good psychological quality and can do whatever they want next to the corpse after killing someone.
What's more, Bai Qiang didn't strangle or poison anyone, he actually killed his roommate Zhang Jia with a knife.
Now the whole kitchen is full of blood, and Bai Qiang's bloody footprints are everywhere in the living room and bedroom.
His hair was even stuck together with blood, and there were dried blood stains on his body, hands, pants, clothes, and even his socks.
After calling the police again and finding that no one answered, Bai Qiang finally gave up and threw the bloody cell phone on the computer table.
Finally, he made a decision. First find a way to deal with the threat in the kitchen, and then consider other things.
So he walked to the toilet, grabbed the plastic gloves used when washing the toilet from the washing machine, and tried his best to put them on his hands.
Sadly, because there was dried blood on his hands, the plastic gloves couldn't be put on at all. They got stuck to the skin halfway and were torn off by Bai Qiang's excessive force.
The angry Bai Qiang angrily pulled off his gloves and threw them on the ground, grabbed the mop from the corner, and walked to the kitchen.
He walked to the corpse and pushed the corpse on the ground with the mop. Zhang Jia's mouth was still moving, and his eyes seemed to be staring at Bai Qiang.
Bai Qiang was so stared at that he felt scared and hit Zhang Jia's face with a mop, causing his face to roll to the other side. Taking courage, he cautiously approached Zhang Jia's neck, and then suddenly shot out from Zhang Jia's neck.
He pulled out the chef's knife from his neck.
Having recovered the weapon, Bai Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. In addition, the body on the ground had not moved, which gave him some confidence.
After retrieving the knife, he remembered that the TV cabinet in the living room still contained the remaining wires used by the previous owner during renovation, so he immediately took them over and prepared to tie up the bodies on the ground first.
