There were more people at the mahjong parlor than at the courier station, and almost all of them were infected with C Virus, with varying degrees of symptoms. Some were having blood transfusions, while others were playing mahjong. If the chatting content hadn't sounded a bit weird, the scene would have been quite joyful.
"I heard that a few more people died next door. That's almost enough. We'll make preparations later and cremate a batch first."
Someone cautiously asked, "If we do this, we won't be discovered, right? What if we are discovered?"
"What are you afraid of? The police can't handle it at all now. The hospital is lined up three blocks away, and the corpses are being pulled out in carloads. The crematorium's appointment is almost until next year. We handled the corpses of several infected people ourselves to prevent the epidemic. Where did we go wrong? Logically speaking, we should be praised!" The man who said this looked at the people on the table with a fierce look, "Anyway, you remember, what should be said and what should not be said, this is a major event in our lives!"
"I understand, I understand! Brother Mountain, aren't we panicking?"
"Why panic? It's up to you whether you can live through tomorrow. Of course, it's up to you how you feel. In the past, my life was too humiliating. I had to nod and bow to others every day. I will never wrong myself in the future!" Brother Mountain said, biting his back teeth hard to show his determination.
"Don't worry, you won't be wronged in the future." Brother Mountain Suddenly heard a girl's cold voice coming from behind him. He frowned and was about to turn around. Then, he felt a cold round object hit the back of his head.
He was stunned for a moment and watched the other three people on the mahjong table stand up. "Hey, where did this wild girl come from?"
"Do you think you can scare us with a toy gun?"
"Hurry up and put your things down for me!"
Brother Mountain wants to say that he was the one with the gun pointed at the back of his head. Anyway, can you have a better attitude?
But he had no chance to speak again. He only felt a pain in the back of his head. The events of his life flashed before his eyes like a fleeting glance. Then he fell to the ground, convulsing and died.
The other three:...
"Hey, this is a real gun!"
The two people who were sitting aside to watch the excitement hurriedly lay on the ground and hid, looking at the girl in black in the field with horrified expressions, "Hey, who is she, the police?"
At this time, everyone has too much time to take care of themselves, so the police can still mind their own business.
"Why did the police come? Then all the things we did are known? Will we be sentenced to death?"
"What are you afraid of? The worst thing you can do is do one thing and the other without stopping!"
Ye Zhao heard their conversation with sharp ears. I have to say that they are somewhat brave, but if they were not brave enough, they would not do this in the community.
However, what they said was exactly what she wanted. If they cut the grass without eradicating the roots, they would grow again with the spring breeze. If she wanted to spend her last few days safely in the community, she had to do it once and for all.
A minute later, the mahjong hall was filled with blood and corpses were everywhere. Ye Zhao stepped on the chest of a man who had been shot in the abdomen. "Where is Brother Zhou?"
The man's eyes widened in pain, he pointed upstairs with all his strength, rolled his eyes, and died.
Ye Zhao:...
It's all her fault. She took out a mobile phone from the man's body, turned it on with his fingerprint, and opened the X-Messenger chat software. A group chat named "New Progress Association" flashed, Ye Zhao clicked on it and took a look. There were 350 people in this group. It was very lively at the moment. They were all talking about how to enter New World and how to activate super powers. There were also many people who were not from this community.
It seems that she has found an organization.
Ye Zhao took a second look and then turned to another small group with only a few dozen people. This group was called "Brother Zhou Long Live". There were a few people in the group sending messages.
[Fuck, the door in Building 3, No. 12 is too tight, you can't open it no matter what.]
[It's okay if you can't break it open. If you spray some blood into it, you won't believe they won't come out.]
[Ninety-nine percent of the community has surrendered to us, and there are still a few key households. The coordinates will be sent to you. You can come and take care of us when you have time!]
[Oh, I can't survive anymore. I feel that my symptoms are a bit serious. I'll go back for some blood transfusion first and come back later!]
Ye Zhao looked at it for a while and said that there were not many people here. It turned out that they were all out to cause trouble. She typed loudly and sent: [In the group, where is the person named Brother Zhou? I am here to trouble him.]
She doesn't need to be polite when dealing with these inhuman things.
Someone in the group immediately said: [Holy shit, where did this bitch dare to provoke Brother Zhou?]
[Brother Zhou is also something you can see if you want? You can only tell me if you have the ability to pass my test!]
[Hahaha, you dare to provoke Brother Zhou. You know that Brother Zhou is an evolver. You are simply looking for death!]
Ye Zhao: [I've taken care of his inn and mahjong parlor. If he doesn't tell me his room number, who do you think will give him a message? It's okay to let him come to see me. I'll wait at the mahjong parlor.]
The group was silent for a moment, and then it went crazy. They kept posting messages. Ye Zhao didn't bother to read the specific content. She only took pictures of a few corpses on the ground and sent them to the group to confirm the authenticity of what she said. There are pictures and the truth.
Group:...???
Ye Zhao was sitting on the mahjong table, scrolling through the group chat box. Unfortunately, no message was refreshed. She was a little speechless. Should she go to each house upstairs to find it?
I feel a little weak and don't want to move.
She took a red date out of her pocket and gnawed it while checking the group chat box.
Ye Zhao: [So quiet? Are they all dead? So fast?]
Group:...
At this moment, two men with bruises and swollen faces walked in cautiously with knives and sticks. When they saw Ye Zhao, their eyes lit up. When they saw the corpse on the ground, their eyes burst out with extreme hatred.
Ye Zhao saw them and asked, "Do you know what room number Brother Zhou is upstairs?"
The two looked at each other and shook their heads.
Oh, okay.
Ye Zhao jumped off the table. It was only over 20 floors anyway. It was not impossible for her to ask up on the first floor. "By the way, you should leave quickly. I just yelled in the group. If they want to retaliate, they are already on their way back."
One of the young men said, "Are you going to find Brother Zhou? I want to be with you. I want revenge. He killed my father!"
"Me too, I must kill that person named Zhou to take revenge!"
Ye Zhao glanced at them, "Aren't you really risking your own death by seeking revenge like this?"
Two people:...
Ye Zhao waved his hand and let them go. He walked directly to the square outside the mahjong parlor and sat down on the stage built by the group of people during the day. He also found a Megaphone in the tool box next to him, "Hey, hey, hey."
The sound is pretty good, loud enough.
"My surname is Zhou. I am tenant A. I am here to seek revenge from you. Please go downstairs and die immediately!"
"..."
The harsh sound of the trumpet sounded, which seemed extremely harsh under the gray sky.