The end of the world has laid hands on me

"There is a bag of biscuits, two bottles of milk, and a piece of steak in the refrigerator. I just taught you, can the fire be turned on?" Fu Yan asked.

Jiang Xinghuai nodded.

"Drinking water is here." Fu Yan pointed to the lower compartment of the refrigerator, and then pointed to the bathroom on the first floor, "I took three buckets of domestic water and put them in the bathroom. I will use it after the water stops."

Jiang Xinghuai nodded again.

Seeing that he basically understood, Fu Yan frowned and thought about it, but still didn't say the next paragraph.

These foods can guarantee Jiang Xinghuai's diet for two days at most, if Jiang Xinghuai's father doesn't come over after that.Jiang Xinghuai would starve to death here.

This message is too cruel for a child who is not an adult.

Fu Yan thought about whether he should take Jiang Xinghuai with him. He actually wanted to ask last night, but Jiang Xinghuai made it very clear that he would wait for his father.

Fu Yan glanced at the time, it was already 8 o'clock, and he made an appointment with his friend for 10 o'clock.

There was silence between the two.

Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head, pulled the sleeves of the suit that were too long, and opened his mouth to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, he was a little dazed.

Fu Yan turned around and left.

Jiang Xinghuai stayed where he was for a while, the hem of the suit tightly held in his palm was already soaked.

Maybe it's the panic virus infection, maybe it's the anxiety that there will be only one person left.Jiang Xinghuai always felt empty in his hands and in his heart.

He wanted to grab something, anything.

Like a phone call.

"I'll call my dad again." Jiang Xinghuai said in a low voice.

"What?" Fu Yan didn't hear clearly, and asked him what's the matter"

Jiang Xinghuai raised his head, loosened the corner of his clothes, and said it again.

"Okay." Fu Yan handed over the phone.

Jiang Xinghuai broadcast the number, Fu Yan turned and walked away.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

"Answer the phone, answer the phone..." Jiang Xinghuai whispered unconsciously.

"Beep... beep... Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered..."

Jiang Xing died, so he called again.

Still can't get through.

Jiang Xinghuai stared at the phone number until his eyes were sore, wiped his eyes, turned and went into the bathroom.

Fu Yan packed his bag and began to wrap the bandages from his wrists to his palms.

"Here you are." Jiang Xinghuai walked over and handed out the phone.

Fu Yan looked at his red eyes and red nose, but said nothing.

"...Can I go with you?" Jiang Xinghuai asked softly, and quickly said, "I don't want to wait for my father anymore."

Maybe he won't come to me anymore.

Fu Yan froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

Jiang Xinghuai smiled lightly.The expression on Fu Yan's face was unexpectedly calm.

"Take what's in the refrigerator." Fu Yan handed him a bag.

"Can I have another bag of biscuits?" Jiang Xinghuai asked suddenly. Seeing Fu Yan's stunned expression, he added in a low voice, "...I didn't eat enough in the morning."

"... Let's eat." Fu Yan said helplessly.

"What should we do next?" Jiang Xinghuai began to become emotional after collecting the food in the refrigerator.

"Hit Xiao Xu?" Jiang Xinghuai punched the air enthusiastically, "I've wanted to hit him for a long time."

"Open the door." Fu Yan made a rare joke, trying to divert Jiang Xinghuai's attention.

"..." Jiang Xinghuai was silent for a while, then hehehe twice, "Uncle, you are too old, I have played it since elementary school."

"...Don't eat it." Fu Yanshun copied the biscuit bag in his hand.

"..." Jiang Xinghuai pouted, "Be careful."

Fu Yan picked up a solid wooden chair, facing the gate, and waited for it: "Open the door."

"Please." Jiang Xinghuai half bent down like a welcome guest, with one hand behind his back, and the other hand opened the door as if welcoming guests.

The door opens.

Xiao Xu, who was standing just outside the door, groaned very cooperatively, and then rushed in.

After a night of intensive practice, Xiao Xu became extremely manic, his whole face was swollen and full of youthful veins.

Fu Yan kicked the man out again. Before anyone could get up, he quickly pressed the chair firmly on Xiao Xu's torso and head.

Xiao Xu got stuck at the foot of the chair, unable to move, howling and struggling violently.

Jiang Xinghuai hurried over and stepped on Xiao Xu's exposed arm.

Fu Yan stabbed Xiao Xu's temple with a knife, blood spattered out, and Xiao Xu didn't move.

"Let's go." Fu Yan stood up, stopped the corpse, put his hand on the back of Jiang Xinghuai's head, and pushed the person forward, "Don't look, go and pack up."

Jiang Xinghuai kept his obedient eyes straight, opened the door of his house with his fingerprints, and led Fu Yan directly into the bedroom.

"What do you want to bring?" Jiang Xinghuai pulled the neckline and took off the crumpled suit jacket he was wearing, and randomly picked out a loose white T-shirt from the closet, with a hideous anime lion head on it.

"A change of clothes, daily necessities, food, water, knives and other things that can be used as weapons." Fu Yan said.

"Does this look good?" Jiang Xinghuai pointed to the big lion on his chest.

"It looks good." Fu Yan didn't change his face, "But I suggest you wear long sleeves."

"Yes! A suit jacket is even cooler." Jiang Xinghuai snapped his fingers, pulled out a black leather jacket from the closet, put it on, and put two silver chains around his neck, one long and one short, one with a skull and one with a skull. Cross, finished and asked in a low-key manner, "Are you handsome?"

"..." Fu Yan nodded.

When Jiang Xinghuai started to take off his pants, Fu Yan turned around and left the messy bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yan was looking down at his watch when he heard footsteps and turned around to look back.

Jiang Xinghuai was chewing bubble gum, stepped on high-top shoes, and walked out of the room with a graffiti backpack that was still half empty. He looked at him in surprise and said, "Sit, why are you standing?"

Fu Yan looked around and found that the large sofa was full of thrown clothes, a piece of snack bags and a few game controllers were placed in a mess on the floor.

"Sit down, you're welcome." Jiang Xinghuai said again.

"Leave as soon as possible." Fu Yan said.

"Right now." Jiang Xinghuai nodded, picked up the laptop on the ground and stuffed it into his schoolbag, then picked up a few game controllers.

"If you're playing games, don't take it with you." Fu Yan reminded him.

Jiang Xinghuai stopped moving and struggled.

"It has no other effect except to increase the load, and I don't think you can connect to the Internet." Fu Yan explained.

"...Okay." Jiang Xinghuai compromised, and then picked up a smaller game console from the ground.

"What about this one, it's smaller and doesn't need to be connected to the Internet. Don't look at him as small, he can play 66 kinds of stand-alone games." Jiang Xinghuai recommended, "We will play together when the time comes."

Fu Yan didn't speak, just looked at him like that.

"..." Jiang Xinghuai remained silent, put it down, and slowly moved his hands to a few comic books.

"Don't bring comics." Fu Yan said again.

"No! Then you still brought several suits! And leather shoes!" Jiang Xinghuai finally couldn't bear it any longer, and opened his mouth to curse, "Is anyone wearing leather shoes to escape for their lives? Also! I saw you bring shoe polish!"

Fu Yan: "..."

"You have your spiritual sustenance, can't I have my emotional dependence!" Jiang Xinghuai argued hard.

"...Shoe polish is not my spiritual sustenance." Fu Yan clarified with a cold face.

"I'm going to bring comics." Jiang Xinghuai puffed up and was angry.

"You take it." Fu Yan compromised.

Jiang Xinghuai quickly stuffed a few books, and took the opportunity to stuff the small game console in as well.

Fu Yan had no choice but to ignore it.

After packing everything up, Jiang Xinghuai looked at his skateboards all over the wall, finally picked out a favorite skateboard, held it in his arms, turned his head, and looked at Fu Yan as if praying.

"This can be carried." Fu Yan saw through his thoughts and explained, "It can be used as a weapon."

"Don't even think about it!" Jiang Xing hugged the skateboard in his arms, defending it to the death, "This is my little wife!"

Fu Yan nodded: "Let's go."

Jiang Xing pushed open the door with the skateboard in his arms, took a big step, and stepped on Xiao Xu.

He lowered his head, and Xiao Xu's eyes suddenly opened.

"Ahhh!" Jiang Xinghuai waved the skateboard and patted it up.

Xiao Xu closed his eyes.

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Let's go." Fu Yan walked forward, took two steps, and found that Jiang Xinghuai hadn't followed, so he turned his head.

"...Legs are weak." Jiang Xinghuai looked at the blood on the board stiffly, his hands were shaking.

Fu Yan stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Jiang Xinghuai grabbed it, Fu Yan held it tightly.

"Your hands are so big." Jiang Xinghuai said suddenly.

"Hmm." Fu Yan pushed open the heavy staircase door of the safe passage.

The stairs were unusually quiet, and the exhaust fan that usually rotated rapidly was working slowly.

Fu Yan read it carefully from top to bottom, and then pulled people down.

Jiang Xinghuai was obviously not used to this extremely quiet situation, he swallowed and found a topic: "How old are you, uncle?"

"Uncle's age." Fu Yan's voice was very low.

"...No way." Jiang Xinghuai narrowed his eyes, like a little bad fox who sees everything, "You don't like me calling you uncle."

"I'm 32." Fu Yan justified his age, indicating to Jiang Xinghuai that he can afford to call his brother his age.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Jiang Xinghuai didn't hear clearly.

"...you..." Fu Yan stopped in the middle of speaking, and stopped in front of Jiang Xinghuai, stepping lightly, catching the crisp sound just passing by, "Stop talking."

"It was the sound of me blowing bubble gum just now." Jiang Xinghuai didn't care, "Where are we going?"

"Parking lot." Fu Yan glanced at him chewing gum, and ordered in a low voice, "Spit it out."

"Why do you speak in a low voice." Jiang Xinghuai realized later and also lowered his voice.

"Based on the basic observation of Xiao Xu and the situation downstairs, I think that infected people rely on hearing and vision to detect and attack uninfected people." Fu Yan explained.

"Okay." Jiang Xinghuai swallowed.

The corridor was unusually quiet, and the two descended two floors in a row, their vigilance unavoidably relaxed.

"It's the 15th floor now..." Jiang Xinghuai looked at the sign for going down the stairs, and lowered his voice, "We are still 15 floors away from the parking lot."

"Yes." Fu Yan observed the surroundings, just as he took a foot towards the corner, he stopped suddenly.

He turned around abruptly to stop Jiang Xinghuai, and put him behind him.Using the corner of the stairs to hide his figure, his expression was rarely tense.

Jiang Xing was at a loss, raised his eyes to see the corner of the stairs, his heart began to beat, and he unconsciously clenched Fu Yan's hand.

The snow-white wall at the corner of the stairs is projected by sunlight, showing shadows of people. The shadows move slowly and stiffly on the wall, and the limbs are at strange angles. The scene makes people feel chills.

The two of them held their breath and didn't dare to make a move, they only dared to carefully look out and estimate the number of people.

Four old people, two middle-aged men and women, two little girls and a fat boy of seventeen or eighteen.

There were 11 people in total, Fu Yan recognized them, they were the two families living on this floor.

Fu Yan frowned and thought about how to get there.

Jiang Xinghuai suddenly gestured and asked: Do you see the pair of shoes on that boy's feet? The limited edition jointly produced by aj and offwhite!I didn't get it that day!

Fu Yan responded to him with gestures: You can't go up, it's too dangerous, and you can't run fast, wait until I think of a way.

Jiang Xinghuai: Do you also think his clothes are not as good-looking as mine?Have vision!But it doesn't make sense that even I can't grab him!

Fu Yan hugged him and gestured: Don't be impulsive, there is no need for you to go up and distract him, I have a better way.

Jiang Xinghuai who was hugged: "???"

"Why are you hugging me?" Jiang Xing asked suspiciously.

It was too late for Fu Yan to cover his mouth.

The dozen or so people in front, two big families, men, women and children, all turned their heads and looked at the two men hugging each other.