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"Beep..." An annoying car horn sounded outside the window. Bai Qiang turned over, muttered a curse word and prepared to continue his dream.

 But the **** flute sound never stopped. Instead, it was mixed with some crashing sounds, making this **** morning very lively.

If he hadn't cared about the 200 yuan cheaper rent for a room facing the street, Bai Qiang wouldn't have chosen such a **** street-facing room.

Finally, Bai Qiang couldn't bear the sound of the horn that kept blaring. He lifted off his warm quilt, cursed and walked to the window, overlooking the street outside the community wall.

As expected, the street was very lively. He saw a row of crashing cars jammed on the road, surrounded by pedestrians wandering slowly. Strangely, few people gathered around to watch this huge commotion.

Bai Qiang, who originally wanted to yell at the people downstairs and curse a few words to stop the honking of horns, suddenly saw a woman running in a panic, followed by more than a dozen people chasing her, before he could speak. she.

 Shall I go and catch the mistress early in the morning? Isn't it? Or is this woman stealing something? Bai Qiang was thinking in surprise, but he saw that the woman was blocked by a pedestrian who was wandering on the roadside just now, and she fell to the ground.

"So exciting? What's going on?" Bai Qiang watched the excitement without taking it too seriously. He stared at the woman being knocked down, and then the crowd chasing behind the woman also jumped on her one by one.

Bai Qiang had good eyesight. He could really see that those people were biting the woman with their mouths, and the woman had begun to scream in agony that echoed through the sky.

"I'll go! What's going on?" Bai Qiang was frightened by the scene in front of him. He suspected that he was dreaming, because it would be impossible for so many people to bite people in the street in a normal world.

But he clearly saw red blood splashing from the crowded crowd, and he could clearly hear the woman's increasingly weaker screams.

 “I X! Are you making a movie? No?” Bai Qiang retracted his head and felt that his hands were shaking a little.

He opened the door of his room and saw that the door of his roommate Zhang Jia's room was still closed. He subconsciously wanted to find a companion to ask what happened today.

So he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Zhang Jia! Come here and take a look. Look downstairs. There may be a car accident and someone will die."

After shouting aloud, he took off his jeans from the clothes hanging place behind his door and prepared to put them on his legs.

But just as he put one foot into his trousers, he heard Zhang Jia's door being hit by something inside, making a muffled "bang" sound.

Startled by the sudden bang, Bai Qiang subconsciously looked at Zhang Jia's door. But just as he looked over, he saw the door trembling, followed by a second muffled bang: "Bang!"

Bai Qiang was so frightened that he trembled: "I X! Zhang Jia! What are you doing? Zhang Jia? Zhang Jia, are you crazy?"

Just when Bai Qiang scolded Zhang Jia, Zhang Jia's door was hit again. Due to the force, the white paint on the door's wooden board cracked.

 The doors at home all open inward, so it is not easy to break the door by banging it from the inside. However, due to the strong force of the impact, Bai Qiang had already discovered that the door frame around the wooden door was about to loosen.

 Anyone who has decorated the house knows that the door frame around the door in the house is actually not strong. It is just a circle of decorative strips with only some spaced supports inside. Most of them are made of wooden strips and the like.

If your own home decoration may be stronger, this kind of shared house is a "third-rate product" with extremely low cost and cheap price. How can it withstand such a violent impact?

"Zhang Jia! Say something! What door are you hitting?" Bai Qiang finally put on his jeans and quickly put on his sweatshirt.

He walked to Zhang Jia’s door and yelled at Zhang Jia who was banging on the door: “You are an insurance seller, how can you survive? Can you afford to pay for breaking the landlord’s door?”

After Bai Qiang finished saying this, a thought flashed through his mind. He thought of the scene outside he had just seen, and of the passers-by eating women on the street.

 Subconsciously, Bai Qiang took a step back. He lowered his voice and asked again with a very uncertain tone: "Zhang Jia! Is something wrong with you?"

The banging inside stopped, but Bai Qiang did not approach again. Instead, he stared at the door, thinking about everything he had experienced all morning.

 Could it be that his roommate, like everyone else outside, has turned into a zombie that bites everyone he sees? Are you kidding me, you tell too many ghost stories? Where did the zombies come from in this world? Is it interesting to scare yourself?

But what kind of messy things did I see this morning? Zhang Jia didn't answer him and kept banging on the door. What was going on?

He was thinking non-stop, trying to connect these fragments together and come to a reasonable conclusion, when the door in front of him was knocked again.

This time it was so heavy that even the outer door frame that ran across the door fell off, and gravel from nowhere fell to the floor, making a crunching sound.

Bai Qiang knew that no matter what was in Zhang Jia's house, it was about to rush out. He had to find something to protect himself, and the only guy in the room who seemed to have something to protect himself with was the kitchen.

So Bai Qiang rushed to the kitchen as soon as he reacted. He grabbed the chef's knife on the cutting board.

This knife belonged to Bai Qiang. At that time, Zhang Jia asked Bai Qiang why he didn’t buy a Chinese kitchen knife. Bai Qiang also joked that it could be used for self-defense at critical moments—unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy.

He grabbed the kitchen knife and felt a little confident, but then he realized that he didn't seem to have any protective gear, so he quickly grabbed the lid of the frying spoon.

Even though this thing is definitely not as good as a shield and not as handy, Bai Qiang couldn't think of anything better to replace this thing at the moment.

He grabbed the kitchen knife and pot lid and waited in the kitchen for the things from Zhang Jia's room to rush out. In fact, he was not made to wait for long. A few seconds later, with a loud click, the door of Zhang Jia's room was opened. The door frame was knocked to the ground.

As the door fell to the ground, a figure rushed out. Bai Qiang recognized that figure as his roommate Zhang Jia.

At this moment, Zhang Jia's eyes had turned pale, as if they were covered by a strange film. There was blood on his face and body, and his neck was crooked to one side. No matter how you looked at the crooked angle, there was something strange about it.

"Ah!" As soon as Zhang Jia came out, he raised one arm and rushed towards Bai Qiang. The other arm hung strangely, swaying back and forth with his footsteps.

"Don't come here! Come here and I'll kill you!" Bai Qiang shouted to encourage himself, but before he could finish his words, he was knocked down by Zhang Jia who rushed towards him.

The kitchen floor tiles were already slippery. Bai Qiang never expected that Zhang Jia would rush towards him so recklessly, not afraid of the sharp knife in his hand.

That huge power made Bai Qiang feel dizzy for a moment, and a strong smell of blood penetrated Bai Qiang's nostrils, making him indescribably nauseated.

 Fortunately, there was a pot lid in front of him. Zhang Jia, who had only one arm left, tried to scratch Bai Qiang's face with his hands. Bai Qiang pressed the pot lid against Zhang Jia's face, avoiding Zhang Jia's outstretched hand.

Fear made Bai Qiang angry, and his hand holding the kitchen knife finally moved. Facing Zhang Jia's body that was twisting and pressing on him, Bai Qiang stabbed the first knife with all his strength.

He could clearly feel his sharp knife piercing into something. The feeling was very sluggish. Bai Qiang estimated that the knife should have penetrated to a depth of about three to four centimeters.

But Zhang Jia, who was pressing on him, didn't look at all in pain. He even grabbed the lid of the pot that Bai Qiang used to protect his body with his hand, and gradually stretched his head towards Bai Qiang's face.

Bai Qiang knew that if he didn't fight hard, he might really be killed by Zhang Jia who went crazy. He pulled out the kitchen knife and brought out a stream of hot liquid, but Bai Qiang didn't have time to think about it. He crossed the kitchen knife and stretched his arms as much as possible to gather more strength.

During this process, Zhang Jia's eyes had already poked out of the edge of the pot lid, and Bai Qiang even saw his own blurred shadow in the eyes that were slightly bloodshot around the edges and frighteningly white in the middle.

Without hesitation, Bai Qiang used all his strength to stab the knife from the side, near Zhang Jia's side ribs. Bai Qiang could feel the knife going in very deep. This knife should have pierced Zhang Jia's lungs. A normal person would have been lying on the ground long ago.

But Zhang Jia, who was pressing on Bai Qiang, didn't even stop the movement of his hands. He still tried to bite Bai Qiang. With great strength, he pushed down Bai Qiang's pot lid little by little, revealing the face full of Bloody mouth.

Bai Qiang could even see the **** front teeth dangling in front of his eyes. The stench of blood sprayed on his face, making him breathless. The tongue that stretched out hard towards Bai Qiang almost licked his face.

A drop of blood dripped down Zhang Jia's teeth and hit Bai Qiang's cheek, making all the hair on Bai Qiang's body stand up.

Bai Qiang's hand holding the handle of the kitchen knife kept exerting force, trying to pull the knife out of Zhang Jia's body. But the viscous liquid made his hand slippery, and because it was inserted too deeply, the knife remained motionless for a long time after being pulled out, as if it was embedded in Zhang Jia's body.

  Grabbing the edge of the pot lid with his remaining hand, Zhang Jia, who didn't care about the stab wound on his body, had his mouth full of blood almost touching Bai Qiang's face. The heavy body pressed down on Bai Qiang and kept twisting, making Bai Qiang feel like he was almost out of breath.

"It's over! It's over! It's really over this time!" Bai Qiang felt that his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he might not be able to break free.

With one last effort, Bai Qiang miraculously pulled out the kitchen knife stuck in Zhang Jia's ribs. He was completely crazy this time, because the other party obviously wanted to kill him, so he completely ignored the consequences.

Adrenaline stimulated the brain, and Bai Qiang, who had murderous intentions, targeted Zhang Jia's head this time. He knew that he had to kill the beast in front of him with one knife, otherwise he would definitely bite him.

 Bai Qiang, who was already so excited that he was furious, was desperate and once again attacked from the side with a kitchen knife. This time, due to the angle and force, he stabbed Zhang Jia in the neck.

 The blade cut through Zhang Jia's aorta, cut off the throat from the side, and pierced the tip of the knife from the other side, completely penetrating Zhang Jia's neck.

However, Zhang Jia still had his mouth wide open, and his chin opened and closed with all his strength and pressed it towards Bai Qiang's face. However, as Zhang Jia exerted more force, the sharp blade kept cutting Zhang Jia's neck.

Blood spurted out from both sides like a fountain. The bright red plasma splashed onto the cabinets, sprayed on the refrigerator door, fell on the stove, and hung on the ceiling.

As Zhang Jia kept moving forward, the sharp blade made a squeaking sound when it got stuck on his spine. It was a despairing, eerie sound that could not be heard unless one listened carefully, but Bai Qiang could hear it clearly.

At this moment, Bai Qiang no longer had the energy to draw the kitchen knife. He was just in a stalemate with Zhang Jia, waiting, hoping that time would allow them to decide the winner.

Gradually, Zhang Jia’s movements, which were pressed against Bai Qiang’s body, became smaller and smaller, and the frequency of opening and closing Zhang Jia’s mouth also completely decreased. The blood flowing from his mouth dripped onto Bai Qiang's face, staining half of his face red. Zhang Jia, who broke his neck because he hit the door, finally had his spine severed by the blade due to his own force. His head was smashed off, and the chin and the remaining flesh on the front of his neck supported each other, and they were pressed against the pot lid at a weird angle. Er pressed Bai Qiang's face.

 Finally, Bai Qiang pushed away Zhang Jia who was pressing him. The other person's body had stopped moving, but his eyes without pupils still seemed to be staring at Bai Qiang.

The whole kitchen was covered with blood. Zhang Jia had been pierced through a major artery, and less than a third of his head was still connected to his body. Zhang Jia seemed to have lost the ability to move.

At this time, Bai Qiang realized that the first two knives he had just stabbed, one on the side of Zhang Jia's stomach and the other near the ribs, were actually very deep.

 Even so, Zhang Jia still did not give up attacking him. He gradually calmed down until his head was almost cut off.

 “I X!” Bai Qiang gasped and retreated to the corner, dragging a trail of blood on the ground. He touched the thick liquid on his face with his hand, then lowered his head and couldn't stop vomiting.

 “vomit…wow…” Although there was almost nothing in his stomach, he kept vomiting, as if he wanted to spit out all the filth in his body.

He didn’t know if Zhang Jia’s blood had flowed into his mouth just now, so when he came back to his senses, he felt even more disgusting. He kept spitting out gastric juice, and even the muscles in his abdomen began to twitch irregularly due to vomiting.

 "Ugh! Wow! Ugh! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!" Soon, he was choking on his own gastric juice. He kept coughing, but the stomach acid stuck in his respiratory tract irritated his respiratory tract, and the feeling made his eyes water.

 Finally, when he was coughing so hard that he almost vomited out his lungs, he remembered the roommate he had killed. He didn't look at the guy for a long time, fearing that he would pounce again after regaining his mobility.

Fortunately, when he looked over, Zhang Jia was still lying there, with only his mouth still opening and closing.

Reluctantly standing up, coughing, Bai Qiang walked back to his room and grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table.

He pressed the alarm number and put the phone to his ear.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The rhythmic voice kept looping. Bai Qiang, who had been waiting for a long time, never waited for the operator to pick up the phone.

He grabbed the phone and walked back to the living room, where he stood overlooking Zhang Jia, who was still lying in the kitchen. He stood quietly, like a statue, waiting for a response from the phone.

But no one answered the second call to the police. Bai Qiang just stood there, tired and helpless.

When the busy hang-up sound came again, Bai Qiang moved the phone away from his ear, rubbed the almost dry blood on the phone screen with his fingers, and pressed the replay button again.

The intensity of the adrenaline support gradually dissipated, and he could clearly feel his hands shaking, and the back of his head began to hurt vaguely.

 He ​​rubbed the back of his head with his hand, and felt a stinging pain - when he was knocked down just now, the back of his head may have hit the ground, and it was probably a big swelling.

Waiting until the sound of scraping echoed in his ears again, Bai Qiang looked down at his light yellow sweatshirt and the bright red blood stains on his body.

The blood has begun to gradually turn dark brown, which is the color of dried blood. Soon the blood will solidify and change from viscous to hard.

Hatching the unanswered phone, Bai Qiang turned around and walked to the window of the living room. He looked down at the street in the distance and saw the stiff pedestrians still wandering aimlessly.

The way these pedestrians walk is unnatural, and the place they walk is also weird: normal people walk on both sides of the road, but these people are evenly distributed, and there are many in the gaps between cars in the middle of the road.

 Bai Qiang continued to call, this time to the leader of his company. A nice ringtone started playing, but in the end there was still no answer.

He lowered his head, rummaged through the phone book, and called each name, but the hang-up tone that was still waiting for him was still unanswered.

Through the glass, Bai Qiang could vaguely see his face. There was blood on his cheeks, and he looked in a terrible state.

  He was in his twenties and had been playing games for many years, so he naturally began to transfer everything in front of him to games such as Resident Evil: 7 Days to Die.

The word zombie began to linger in his mind. He turned around and cast his eyes towards the kitchen at the far end. Zhang Jia was still lying there, seemingly completely losing his ability to move.

 Subconsciously, he rubbed the aching back of his head again. As a result, when his hand touched his hair, he felt that his hair was stuck together with dried blood as if it was coated with hair gel.

 He walked back between the two bedrooms, looked at the toilet between the bedrooms, and sighed helplessly.

Does taking a shower at this time count as damaging the scene? How do you explain when the police come? All kinds of thoughts were entangled in his head, making him stand there for a long time.

What happened to the scene of destruction, the zombie virus broke out! Who has time to take care of a crime scene? How could the police come? You can't even get through to the police now! Opposing voices followed, making Bai Qiang even more confused.

He is really a little confused. After all, in the quiet first twenty years of his life, he had no killing experience and no special talents.

 So when he stood in a room where blood could be seen everywhere, the things he could think about were indeed very civilian and not surprising at all.

By some strange coincidence, Bai Qiang walked back to the kitchen from the living room. He stood not far from Zhang Jia's body, overlooking the familiar side face.

Due to blood loss, this face looks a little shriveled and distorted, and its original appearance is no longer visible. But even so, the head's mouth is still moving slightly, like a beheaded cockroach, and its tentacles can still swing back and forth.

I don’t know when the car horn outside the window stopped. I don’t know if the thing pressing on the steering wheel moved away or for some other reason.

Maybe he stopped during the fight just now, Bai Qiang thought to himself. He didn't dare to pick up the kitchen knife stuck on Zhang Jia's body, turned around and walked back to the living room.

He looked at the door that had fallen on the ground and was broken by Zhang Jia, as well as the gravel and cement residue scattered around, and he didn't know what to do with it. His thoughts were chaotic, and some weird thoughts seemed to come up every second.

If Zhang Jia hadn't been banging on the door just now and dislocated one of his arms, he might have been bitten to death in the kitchen with that brute force. With this thought in mind, Bai Qiang walked into Zhang Jia's room.

 The quilt was scattered on the floor, and there were some wrinkles on the sheets. The phone was on the bedside table, and there were some brown traces of blood dripping on the floor.

It must have been the blood that Zhang Jia shed when he knocked on the door. He probably mutated into a zombie before getting up, so he didn't even wear any clothes and just wandered around the house until Bai Qiang's shout activated its ferocious nature. .

 Bai Qiang grabbed Zhang Jia's cell phone and wanted to try to use Zhang Jia's phone to call for help, but he found that Zhang Jia's cell phone needed to be unlocked, so he could only throw the phone on Zhang Jia's bed.

Walking back to his room, Bai Qiang turned on the power of his computer with his blood-stained fingers. Bai Qiang thought that while waiting for someone to come and dispose of the body in the kitchen, he should first take a look at what happened outside.

 The computer booted up quickly. The moment Bai Qiang's familiar computer desktop appeared, he suddenly felt something staring at him from behind. Subconsciously, he turned around suddenly, but found nothing.

He walked back to the living room cautiously and took another look at the body lying in the kitchen. He was instinctively worried that Zhang Jia would stand up again.

 An indescribable feeling enveloped Bai Qiang, making him suspicious. When he walked back to the computer, he was enveloped by that feeling again, and he had to return to the living room uneasily to find a way to soothe his uneasiness.

 Not everyone has a good psychological quality and can do whatever they want next to the corpse after killing someone.

What's more, Bai Qiang didn't strangle or poison anyone. He actually killed his roommate Zhang Jia with a knife.

The whole kitchen is now full of blood, and Bai Qiang's **** footprints are everywhere in the living room and bedroom.

His hair was even stuck together with blood, and there were dried blood stains on his body, hands, pants, clothes, and even his socks.

After calling the police again and finding that no one answered, Bai Qiang finally gave up and threw the **** cell phone on the computer table.

 Finally, he made a decision. Think of a way to deal with that threat in the kitchen first, before thinking about anything else.

So he walked to the toilet, grabbed the pair of plastic gloves used when washing the toilet from the washing machine, and tried his best to put them on his hands.

Sadly, because there was dried blood on his hands, the plastic gloves couldn't be put on at all. They got stuck to the skin halfway and were torn off by Bai Qiang's excessive force.

Angry, Bai Qiang angrily pulled off his gloves and threw them to the ground, grabbed the mop from the corner, and walked to the kitchen.

 He walked to the body and pushed the body on the ground hard with the mop. Zhang Jia's mouth was still moving, and her eyes seemed to be staring at Bai Qiang.

Bai Qiang was so jealous that he hit Zhang Jia in the face with a mop, causing his face to roll to the other side. Taking courage, he cautiously approached Zhang Jia's neck, and then suddenly took out the chef's knife from Zhang Jia's neck.

Bai Qiang breathed a sigh of relief after regaining his weapon. In addition, the body on the ground had not moved, which gave him some confidence.

After retrieving the knife, he remembered that the TV cabinet in the living room still contained the remaining wires used by the previous owner during renovation, so he immediately took them over and prepared to tie up the bodies on the ground first.

 (End of this chapter)