Slag Gong walks the career line in the crematorium

After Lin Hanchuan and his group left the small building where they lived temporarily, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Sir, why are you talking nonsense with your eyes open?"

"Yes, yes, you are not the police|police, are we the police|police?"

Amidst the laughter, the man also said with a smile: "We will find food for him, fight zombies for him, he will lie there comfortably and do nothing, I am his father, I am so spoiled with him."

"That's right, the boss is kind, that's why he protects these ordinary people. If it were anyone else, he would have left behind these burdens long ago..."

Listening to what they said, Lin Hanchuan found that most of these people were prison guards, and there were a few prisoners, but none of them were extremely vicious.

Lu Mao is an orphan. He went to prison for stealing and was sentenced to [-] months. He should be able to leave soon; another person is an accountant, who has handled the books for the boss for several years, and somehow came in...

It is precisely because everyone's nature is not bad that they can live in harmony with the prison guards.

While chatting and laughing, several ragged figures appeared in front of them, making strange noises from their mouths.

This was the first time Lin Hanchuan saw zombies. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. He found that these zombies were just bloody and bloody. They looked disgusting, and there was nothing else. As long as he could overcome the psychological barrier, he could be defeated.

It is now the third month of the last days, and it is at the beginning of the last days when zombies are at their weakest.

Lin Hanchuan squeezed his fingers together, and a round lightning appeared in his palm. He spread out his five fingers, and the ball of lightning turned into several bolts of lightning, flying towards the zombies in the blink of an eye.

In just a few seconds, several zombies blocking the road were already lying on the ground.

After using the ability, Lin Hanchuan felt that the weak lightning energy in his body flowed a little faster.

"Boss, there are too many zombies, there is no way to go in." The prison guard who picked up Lu Mao said at that time, his name was Wei Zheng, he had been with the original owner for several years, and he was also one of the people who believed that the original owner was wronged.

"Go and lure some of the zombies away, and I will go in with others to find medicine and rescue people." Lin Hanchuan immediately arranged, "Get a stronger car and run farther away."

The current zombies are not fast, and they can still be left behind when driving.

Wei Zheng responded, took off the paper clip pinned to his cuff, hunched his waist and crept to avoid the sight of the zombies, ran to a car on the road, and used the straightened paper clip to turn the car lock. After a few clicks, The door of the car opened.

"Damn it, a pickpick is more proficient than me." Lu Mao has been envious of Wei Zheng's skill for a long time, but Wei Zheng is worried that he will abuse it to steal things, so he refuses to teach him anyway.

Seeing that Wei Zheng honked his horn after getting into the car, making a loud noise, some zombies heard the movement and made a noise, but none of the zombies left the hospital entrance.

"What's going on? Didn't these zombies chase after hearing the sound, why are they not moving at the moment." Someone murmured to himself in doubt.

The next second after he made the sound, most of the zombies rushed out following the sound, leaving only twenty or thirty who hadn't had time to leave.

"Is there still time for this zombie to start up?"

Everyone was a little puzzled, and Lin Hanchuan also felt that something was wrong. Maybe the zombie king who controlled the same kind appeared at the later stage of the plot. Now the zombie king may still be abroad, so it is impossible to be here...

Lin Hanchuan no longer hesitated, and rushed up with his men.

His thunder and lightning, Lu Mao's flames, and some people used daggers, knives, and wooden bins with their hands... each showed their abilities, and quickly dealt with the group of zombies.

The group of corpses stayed here for too long, and when they walked in, the last extremely strong stench rushed into their minds, a thousand times stronger than the smell of rotting dead rats. Lin Hanchuan subconsciously frowned, while others had long been used to it , His face remained unchanged.

[Want to help you block your sense of smell? ] 001 asked kindly, it was very lucky, fortunately it has no sense of smell.

【Need not. 】Lin Hanchuan refused without hesitation. Sooner or later he will get used to living in the last days.

"Help!" At the window on the second floor, a man waved his hand vigorously. He witnessed the whole process of these people killing the zombies, and he was very excited. "Brother, help! Help me!"

"There's someone up there." Lu Mao looked at the man and said.

"Be careful." A group of people leaned on each other and walked into the hospital building slowly.

There were still a few wandering zombies in the house, and Lin Hanchuan didn't need to do anything, the rest were taken care of.

The lobby was in a mess, and the ground was covered with various things, including shoes, water bottles, broken glass, and dried blood stains all over the floor, which shows how tense the situation was when the accident happened.

"Lu Mao, you take people to the pharmacy to get medicine. Give priority to medicines such as antibiotics, and common medicines such as cold medicine and hemostatic medicine." Lin Hanchuan divided the ten people into two parts with a stroke of his hand. That part was taken by Lu Mao.

He himself went up to the second floor with the other two to rescue the survivors.

I thought there would definitely be zombies in the corridor, but unexpectedly, the road was unimpeded. Lin Hanchuan and the three found the window where the man was waving with ease.

"Big brother, thank you." After walking in, Lin Hanchuan realized that the man was tall and strong, with bulging muscles under his clothes, he was a muscular man with a height of 1.8 meters.

The strong man blocked the door, unable to see clearly what was going on inside, Lin Hanchuan avoided the hand that the strong man tried to shake: "Is there anyone else inside?"

The strong man's face froze: "Yes."

A sharp flash of lightning appeared in Lin Hanchuan's palm, full of threats: "Call everyone out, and move as soon as possible before the zombies come back."

The strong man smiled awkwardly, turned around and called for someone. The moment he turned around, Lin Hanchuan jumped past him and entered the room with his companions.

This is a simple outpatient ward of internal medicine. The desks and benches used by doctors for consultations have been moved to the door. On the other side of the room, there are four or five people, two of whom are dead in a pool of blood, and one woman is not wearing any clothes. Clothes, barely covering his body with a child in his arms, even that child had old bruises on his exposed skin, and he didn't know what terrible thing happened to him.

The first time they saw these situations, everyone understood what happened here.

It was nothing more than zombies besieging the hospital, and these people were trapped. After a long time, they started killing each other after they had no food. After finding that the zombies were not able to break in and the food problem was solved, the men's inferior desires began to emerge.

In a room full of men, women and children, the person with the strongest body becomes the person with the highest status.

Lin Hanchuan took a deep breath, and the two people behind him were already yelling: "Fuck, you scum!"

"Save you, don't even think about it!"

Lin Hanchuan looked at the two people lying on the ground. They were a man and a woman. The man was already very old and had stopped breathing. , but what is tingling is that she is still alive.

As if sensing Lin Hanchuan's gaze, the girl opened her eyes forcefully, and the eyeballs turned to the woman holding the child with difficulty.

"Don't worry, I will save them." Lin Hanchuan said softly.

Then, the girl slowly stopped breathing.

When he stood up again, Lin Hanchuan squinted at the strong man.

The burly man rubbed his hands together, a little worried, but he didn't feel remorse at all: "We have been trapped here for more than half a month, and there is no food here. In order to survive, I have nothing to do... the law and emergency shelters... It's dangerous, I can kill any animal to save my life, I just want to live."

"In order to survive, you dug up a juvenile's flesh alive. In order to ensure the freshness of the meat, you didn't touch the place that could kill you..." Lin Hanchuan said slowly, "What about her?"

There was also a case of cannibalism in the original text, but that was the situation when food was severely scarce in the late apocalypse. Now it is only the third month of the apocalypse, far from the point of desperation, and this kind of thing will happen.

"I am a man, and I have the desires that all men have. Brother, you will understand me, right?" go.

"I do understand you." Lin Hanchuan nodded in agreement.

In the woman's desperate eyes, he tore down the curtains forcefully, and the two subordinates pressed the strong man to the ground with tacit understanding. Lin Hanchuan skillfully tied the strong man from his chest, and tied his hands tightly. Tightly, and then, he threw the strong man down the second floor with all his might.

"Damn!! What are you doing!!! Drafting Master!!!"

The brawny man lost his begging attitude just now, and scolded endlessly, but Lin Hanchuan turned a deaf ear to it, and tested the height of the curtain: "It's not long enough, go and get the curtain from the next door."

"Good boss."

With the blessing of the curtains in the consulting room next door, the strong man was suspended about half a meter from the ground.

"Zombies just want to live, so please sacrifice yourself to help everyone, anyway, no one will catch you now." Lu Mao, who had taken two sacks of medicine, knew the situation, went downstairs and took the man's pants Peel it off, "Hey, thanks to your tall and big man, you are just a caterpillar, and the zombie will be gone in one bite, so you can't get enough to eat."

"Disgusting, shut up the fuck." Someone cursed with a smile, but did not stop Lu Mao's behavior.

The behavior of the strong man can no longer be described by humans, he is just a zombie in human skin.

"Fuck, you are killing people! You group of murderers!" The brawny man cursed hoarsely, trembling with fear, he kept struggling hard, but in vain, he just spun a few times in the air like a flesh-colored bug.

"Just call, call the zombies, I think you will suffer first or we will suffer first."

As soon as Lu Mao's words came out, the strong man suddenly silenced, not daring to scold anymore, he turned to pleading in a low voice: "Brother, uncle, I was wrong, I will never dare again, I am also a human life, please... ..."

Lin Hanchuan watched coldly from above for a while, and he didn't want to dirty his eyes. He turned his head and looked at the woman, who was only in her 20s. There was a happy light in her eyes, and she stared out the window hatefully.

"What's your name?" The little boy asked suddenly. He was only about six or seven years old, and his skin was white, which made the old bruises on his body more conspicuous. Unlike ordinary children, he not only had a delicate and perfect appearance like a little boy Angel, the eyes are still beautiful and pure blue.

This is a biracial cherub.

"My name is Tu Ji, you can call me brother." Lin Hanchuan knelt down and took the boy from the woman's arms, while the other subordinate hugged the weak woman horizontally, and a group of people greeted the little boy who stayed temporarily Walking towards the building, "What's your name?"

"My name is Cheng Jizhou." The little boy smiled, and he became even cuter when he smiled, looking innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, "There is a poem in your country that says: It seems to be us."

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Woohoo, are there really a lot of people who give up writing? It’s sad.