At that moment, all the zombies around Lin Zhiluo had run off, and none of them were paying attention to where he was.
Now!
He made a light jump and landed on the ground.
The excellent material of the Boots of Gale muffled the sound of his landing.
The faint noise was nowhere near enough to attract any zombies' attention.
Through the back door, Lin Zhiluo saw a dense crowd of zombies fighting and roaring over the raw meat in one corner.
That corner was directly opposite the entrance to the Ping Pong Hall.
Lin Zhiluo immediately activated the "Sprint" skill attached to the Boots of Gale.
In an instant, a special power flowed into his body, making him feel light as a feather.
His ten seconds of Sprint were precious.
Lin Zhiluo took off at full speed.
One second later, he reached the back door.
Two seconds later, he entered the Ping Pong Hall.
Five seconds later, he was out the hall's main entrance.
Lin Zhiluo had long since memorized the layout of the venues in the sports center's main hall.
He moved through the entire route in one fluid motion, without a moment's delay.
Before the zombies frantically fighting over the raw meat could react, Lin Zhiluo had vanished without a trace.
By then, Lin Zhiluo had reached the sports center's emergency stairwell.
The sports center had direct elevators and escalators for getting between floors, so the emergency stairwell was clearly a place few people used.
Sure enough, after he pushed open the stairwell door, he found not a single zombie inside.
He closed the door and began to catch his breath.
That burst of speed had taken a lot out of him.
Fortunately, he'd been fast enough that no zombies had noticed him.
Lin Zhiluo glanced at his watch. It was already seven in the evening.
In another hour, night would fall completely.
The zombies' attributes would rise dramatically, too.
Things wouldn't be nearly as easy then.
He needed to find somewhere to stay as soon as possible and wait until six the next morning to move again.
As for resting right here in the stairwell...
There were no zombies here now, but once they became active at night, it would be easy for them to get in.
After all, the stairwell doors were usually left only loosely shut. Anyone could push them open.
Lin Zhiluo rested for nearly twenty minutes. Only after making sure he was in good enough shape to fight did he set off again.
He slowed his pace and started up the stairs.
It didn't take long for him to reach the second floor.
The stairs to the third floor were right in front of him, but Lin Zhiluo chose not to go up.
The third-floor exit from the stairwell was at the far right, while the warehouse he wanted to reach was at the far left.
To get to the Silver Treasure Chest now, he'd have to fight his way from one end of the corridor to the other.
He didn't have the time or stamina for that.
So Lin Zhiluo pushed open the second-floor stairwell door instead.
The entire second floor was quiet, with only a few zombies left.
The commotion earlier had probably drawn most of them down to the first floor.
The few remaining zombies didn't notice Lin Zhiluo sneaking in from the stairwell.
The second floor of the sports center had a simple layout, too.
The larger venues, like the Badminton Hall and basketball court, were all on the second floor.
Lin Zhiluo had already chosen the infirmary as his destination.
First, it was close to the stairwell.
Second, it had beds and plenty of space, and he could search for medicine there, too.
He cautiously made his way toward the infirmary.
He'd taken the infirmary key out earlier and was gripping it in his hand.
There were already few zombies on the second floor,
and Lin Zhiluo knew their field of vision like the back of his hand.
The Boots of Gale also did a good job of muffling his footsteps.
So the scene looked like this:
A man was walking down the corridor, yet the zombies there seemed to "turn a blind eye" to him.
They had no idea Lin Zhiluo was using his slick footwork to stay in their "blind spots."
And that wasn't all. Lin Zhiluo pulled an even bolder move.
He silently crept up behind a zombie.
The moment it turned its head, he struck without hesitation, swinging his Tang Dao.
The completely unexpected slash severed the zombie's head.
Lin Zhiluo instantly put his Tang Dao away in his Storage Space.
Then, with lightning-fast reflexes, he reached out with his left hand and caught the head before it hit the ground.
His right hand steadied the headless body before it could fall.
Then he gently set both the head and the body on the ground.
Not a sound was made throughout the entire process.
The other zombies continued wandering aimlessly, completely unaware that one of their own was lying on the ground.
Finally, Lin Zhiluo bent down, picked up the card the zombie had dropped, and swaggered off.
[Raw Meat Infected by Zombie Virus]
Fortune favored the bold.
And there he was, with another "Zombie Lure."
Lin Zhiluo had reached the infirmary door.
It was shut tight.
He went up and tugged on the handle, confirming that it was locked.
He'd brought the key with him, of course.
Still, the lock seemed strange.
The apocalypse had begun at seven.
Under normal circumstances, the infirmary couldn't have been locked at that time.
Unless...
Someone had locked it after the apocalypse began.
Lin Zhiluo quickly figured out what had happened.
He frowned. Hopefully, the people inside wouldn't cause any trouble.
"Click."
The infirmary door unlocked.
Inside was pitch-black; he couldn't see a thing.
A faint smile appeared on Lin Zhiluo's lips.
Then, pretending he hadn't noticed anything, he walked into the infirmary.
He casually locked the door behind him.
Everything before Lin Zhiluo was pitch-black.
When people entered a dark place, their eyes needed time to adjust.
Just then, a small knife suddenly emerged from the darkness.
At the same time, a deep male voice asked, "Who are you, and how did you get the infirmary key?"
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