Weird Resurrection: I can contact the past

"Huh?"

"801 was also skipped?"

Looking at the few people left in the group chat, Zuo Yang's thoughts came back instantly.

If he remembered correctly, the person living in 801 was a female white-collar worker named Luo Xi.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the knocker skip 801?"

Wu Hai from 802 was cursing in the group unwillingly, and Zuo Yang was also curious.

People are most afraid of comparison.

If everyone is going to die, why don't you die?

Once there are individual exceptions, everyone's psychology will be unbalanced.

And now, Wu Hai is.

Not only in the VX group, even at the height of the 8th floor.

At this moment, Zuo Yang can also hear Wu Hai's roar.

"Fuck! Why!"

"Why is that slut who wears stockings every day okay!"

"I don't accept it!"

When death is imminent, you can say anything dirty.

In the silent corridor, only his voice echoed.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

But!

It was only after the knock on the door that Wu Hai completely lost his temper.

"Don't! Don't kill me!"

"I beg you!"

"I'll give you whatever you want! Don't! Don't kill me!"

It was just a knock on the door, but it emptied all his previous anger.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Strange is weird.

No matter how you behave, the knock on the door sounded as usual for the second time.

"No... No!!!"

A desperate voice came.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~"

After the third knock on the door, a familiar explosion sounded with a "bang".

Under the blood moon, the evening breeze blew coldly.

The corridor was filled with blood, and there was no life anymore.

Zuo Yang sat in the house, quietly waiting for a response, not daring to make a sound.

He didn't know what the knocking ghost would do after it killed its way to the 8th floor.

Would it run to the rooftop or go downstairs?

He waited quietly.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour passed and there was no movement that Zuo Yang relaxed.

"It should have disappeared..."

"I just don't know if it will appear again..."

Sitting on the sofa, Zuo Yang looked at the blood moon, his nerves dazed.

"Fuck! Fuck! What is this thing!"

"Help! Help!"

"Fuck! Why can't I kill it!"

In the community, terrifying cries can be heard from time to time.

Perhaps in addition to the knocking ghost, there are new weird things appearing.

"Doomsday... is coming..."

He muttered in a daze for a while.

Zuo Yang quickly closed the curtains of the house.

After making sure that the doors and windows were closed, he began to check the supplies he already had.

In the current situation, if he can't go out, he must worry about daily necessities.

Apart from a bag of bear biscuits on the bedside table, there were only a few boxes of self-heating rice in the refrigerator, which seemed to only last for two days.

As for drinking water, you can get tap water.

"With so little food..."

"It will be finished the day after tomorrow, and I don't know if I can go out during the day..."

Sitting silently in the house, Zuo Yang fell into melancholy.

He didn't sleep that night.

He didn't open the curtains on the window until the blood moon disappeared.

During the day, it was no longer as sunny as before.

Thick blood clouds blocked the sunlight, and the sunlight penetrated the blood clouds, and the blood color filled the earth, which was even more terrifying than at night.

However, the only advantage was that the visibility was much higher than at night.

Zuo Yang put his head against the window.

The visibility on the first floor was only the view of a corridor between the unit buildings.

There were traces of blood foam residue on the corridor outside the house, and a bloodstain that had not yet dried was dragged into the green belt.

No one knows what happened here last night.

"Can I go out?"

Looking at the quiet road outside the house, Zuo Yang hesitated.

If it's okay to go out now, then it's a good idea to find the police or stock up on supplies at this time.

But...

Everyone is afraid of death.

No one dares to say that the weirdness will not appear during the day.

Squinting a few times outside the window with limited vision.

Zuo Yang seemed to have thought of something and quickly @ed a person in the VX group.

[Room 101 Zuo Yang: @ Luo Qian, Ms. Luo, you are on the 8th floor, can you see what's going on outside now? ]

The message was only sent for a moment, and the phone screen shook.

[Room 801 Luo Qian: Zuo Yang? You are not dead? ! ]

The other party's response was quite surprising.

After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, living in Room 101 must be the first to be hunted by the knocking ghost.

Zuo Yang didn't speak in the group last night, and everyone probably thought he was dead.

[Room 101 Zuo Yang: Not dead,It's almost time! Look outside, is anyone going out now? ]

[Room 801 Luo Xi: I know what you're thinking! I've also been watching this morning. Many people have food at home now. Who dares to go out? ]

"This..."

Zuo Yang choked.

Indeed, in a normal family, who doesn't have some food at home?

Add to last night's situation and the security bureau's text message, it's impossible for someone to go out without fear of death.

"Then is there only waiting?"

"Wait for someone to experiment and see if they can go out during the day?"

Zuo Yang didn't give up, and thought of someone in his mind.

Then, he quickly @ed in the group again.

[Room 101 Zuo Yang: @Room 302 Sui Ping, Sui Ping, what's wrong with you? Have you returned home? ]

The seemingly warm greeting actually hides Zuo Yang's little thoughts.

Sui Ping, but he popped up in the group last night.

He said at the time that he was on his way back.

So what about now?

If he hadn't died, he should have known the situation outside, right?

[......]

But Zuo Yang's plan was in vain.

There was no response in the group.

"Damn it!"

"It seems Sui Ping is gone too..."

Zuo Yang cursed, and finally looked at himself in VX.

Yes, he still had one last trick.

Let the past self stock up on food from a month ago.

However, this was just a delaying tactic.

This was not the zombie apocalypse, and he could survive by stealing.

Even if he stockpiled countless food, what would he do if a weirdo came to his face?

Food was not the key. Understanding the outside world and slowly knowing everything about the weirdo was the key to survival.

After thinking about it, Zuo Yang edited a message.

[Zuo Yang, July 16: Hello, my past self, from now on, you will store a day's worth of food in the refrigerator every day, and make sure not to open it. In addition, if possible, go buy a military telescope. 】

The message was sent, but in just a moment, the other side responded.

[There is no regret medicine in the world: Damn? Stockpiling supplies? You encountered zombies? Do you want me to stock up some electric batons or something? 】

[Zuo Yang: It's useless! Stockpiling anything is useless, just do what I say first. I will contact you again if I need it in the future! 】

[There is no regret medicine in the world: Got it! 】

Simply hand it over to your past self.

At noon, Zuo Yang was surprised to find a military telescope in the living room.

It seems that the past self has already bought the things.

He quickly came to the refrigerator again, and sure enough, there were three boxes of sealed instant fried noodles in it.

"Food is not a problem..."

"Now, we still have to find a way to understand the situation outside..."

While thinking, Zuo Yang looked at the military telescope.