Chapter 411: Apocalypse Black Heart Lotus Brother (29)
Chapter 411 Black Heart Lotus Brother in the Last World (29)
The team members understood, held their breaths, and kept their steps lightly.
The four people swayed like ghosts to the second floor, which is the fruit and vegetable snack area.
But the scene in front of them made the four feel heavy.
The shelves were almost emptied, and the chaos and misery was no less than the first floor.
However, at a glance, there was no one and no corpse.
"Sister, what should I do now?" Yun Juan broke the repressed silence.
Yun Chu raised his eyes: "Go in and look for it, the rest depends on luck."
Several people nodded, and each rushed to a different shelf and began to rummage.
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Moderate rain turns to light rain.
Mr. Meng leaned against the car window, full of energy, and never let up for a moment.
The surroundings are quiet.
Several children have been in the supermarket for ten minutes, and no one has come out.
Meng Hongqi sighed and prayed that the children would be safe.
Right now, no movement is the best news.
Another five minutes passed.
da.
Da da.
Da da da.
is not the sound of rain!
Meng Hongqi was shocked, straightened his body, and glanced at the source of the sound suddenly.
But suddenly he faced a pale face that was magnified.
That is a woman's face.
The woman's lips were pale, her eyes were black, and her long hair was wet from the rain.
The skinny face was pressed against the window, and his lips were squirming, as if speaking to him.
Meng Hongqi restrained his hands, and his abilities almost poured out of his body.
But in this light rain, he finally realized that this is a human being, not a zombie.
To be on the safe side, Meng Hongqi rolled down half of the car window and looked vigilantly at the woman outside the car.
He finally heard the voice from the woman's mouth: "Help... help..."
Mr. Meng's heart softened: "Don't worry, what's wrong with you? Speak slowly."
The woman's gray eyes lit up with a shimmer with the old man's voice.
The hand behind the woman moved and pulled out a half-year-old child.
It was a little boy, about five or six years old, scrawny with hunger, dressed in thin clothes, dark circles under his eyes, and yellowish skin.
The woman cried for help: "Master, help! We mother and son have not eaten for three days, and my Bao can't hold it anymore..."
The woman sobbed in a low voice, and the child, as if feeling something, hugged his mother numbly, and looked at Meng Hongqi with timid eyes.
Mr. Meng's heart was like being pricked by a needle, which was very uncomfortable.
In the last days, it is not easy for an old man like him to survive, but fortunately he has an ability to defend himself, and he encounters such a team.
And the women and children outside the car, they have almost no ability to protect themselves.
Mr. Meng subconsciously picked up the bag next to him, but just opened the zipper, he hesitated.
Now their supplies are about to run out, and they will give out a little more to the mother and son...
But Meng Hongqi couldn't watch the mother and son starve to death in the rain.
He sighed and said to the woman, "We don't have much supplies, so I can only share my next meal with you."
The woman lowered her eyebrows. After a pause, she raised her eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you, kind person."
Mr. Meng took out a bag of compressed biscuits and drank half a bottle of mineral water, and gave them to the mother and son.
The woman happily took it, thanked it again, and wanted to kneel again.
Mr. Meng felt sad for a while and told them to quickly find a safe place to shelter from the rain.
Watching the mother and son disappear around the corner, Meng Hongqi looked down at the backpack in his arms, feeling complicated for a moment.
He didn't know whether he was right or wrong.
Next meal, don't eat it.
Mr. Meng thinks this way, he can't drag everyone down.
(end of this chapter)