"Don't...don't kill me..."
As soon as this sound came out, all the survivors were stunned. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Except for Tang Xiaoquan, who had a calm expression, the rest of them were frozen in place with their mouths half open.
"Is this guy making the sound just now?" Wang Qiang obviously didn't believe what he was seeing. He still maintained a guarded posture and asked noncommittally.
Tang Xiaoquan rubbed his shoulders lightly. Because of the sudden incident, he almost used all his strength to knock the "rock-solid" strong man out of his place.
From this, it is enough to imagine the violence of the collision just now.
After his breathing calmed down a bit, Tang Xiaoquan quickly explained: "Everyone, calm down, that person is not a zombie, he is a survivor!"
"Survivor!?" Good guy, almost in unison, Wang Qiang, Lin Junfu, and Wei Dazhuang all looked at Tang Xiaoquan with surprised expressions, and their eyes seemed to say: "Are you kidding us again?"
And this sound also aroused the idea of Lao Zhao and others who were guarding a few meters away. Everyone ran over in surprise and asked: "What...what happened? What happened?"
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Tang Xiaoquan had no choice but to repeat again: "We found a survivor, but..."
It seemed that he felt that it was inappropriate to describe the other party as "no different from a zombie" at this moment, so Tang Xiaoquan paused at the right time, and then looked at the fire stick in Lao Zhao's hand.
The fire stick is made of chair legs and cloth strips tied together. From its simple appearance, it is easy to tell that it was probably Lao Zhao who came up with a temporary method for lighting.
But no matter how ugly and crude this fire stick is, it is perfectly suitable for use at this moment.
At that moment, Tang Xiaoquan was not polite and took the fire stick from Lao Zhao's hand, and then pointed the fire end into the dark depths of the house. Suddenly, a pale face appeared in front of everyone.
Lao Zhao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. At this moment, he finally understood why Lao Lin and the others were making such a "fuss" just now.
There is no doubt that the face in front of him, whether in the eyes of Zhao Yunhai or other survivors, cannot be equated with the "human face" in common sense. If you have to use one word to describe it, , I am afraid that only the word "grimace" is the most appropriate.
Perhaps it was because he had not been exposed to light for a long time, but the moment the "ghost face" was illuminated by the firelight, he turned his head "shyly".
It felt like a vampire hiding in the castle of the ancient city encountered sunlight. Coupled with the slightly gloomy atmosphere in the house, it really made the survivors feel a bit chilly.
Wang Qiang was still a little uneasy. He tried poking the shoulder of the "Ghostface" in front of him with a stick. The latter neither resisted nor spoke. He leaned against the edge of the wall like a "dead man" and remained motionless.
This made Wang Qiang even more suspicious, and he immediately asked: "Hey! That~"
Perhaps he was trying to find a suitable name to call the "Ghostface" in front of him, but after thinking for a few seconds, Wang Qiang couldn't find an appropriate word, so he simply skipped it and said: "You...speak! Speak humanly!"
The words are concise and concise, but I have to say that Wang Qiang's words are undoubtedly the best way to verify whether "Ghostface" is a human or a corpse at this moment.
After "Ghostface" heard Wang Qiang's request, he didn't know whether it was because he was too anxious, but his "posture" that was still the same as that of a "dead person" suddenly became "excited".
"Huhuhu~" The survivors could clearly feel the rising and falling chest of "Ghostface".
To be on the safe side, Lao Lin motioned for everyone to take a step back. Even Tang Xiaoquan, who was still defending "Grimace" before, saw the strange change in the latter and took out the weapon from his waist on guard.
After all, he has encountered the situation of people turning into zombies more than once, so it is reasonable to have such a "reversal".
It's just that everyone's actions, as if facing a formidable enemy, made him even more "excited" in the eyes of "Ghostface".
Finally, after a period of incomprehensible "hemming and hawing", "Ghostface" suppressed a "human language" like a "mosquito hum".
"Don't... don't kill me... I, I'm not a monster outside, I, I am a human... yes, a human."
After saying this, "Ghost Face" fell into panting again, and it was obvious that the short sentence just now took a lot of energy from him.
"Everyone, please put down your weapons!" This time, before Tang Xiaoquan could speak, Lao Lin took the lead and signaled.
When things have developed to this point, the identity of "Ghostface" as a human corpse has become very obvious.
After all, Lin Junfu saw some corpses along the way today, but most of them were broken bones and dregs eaten by zombies. In other words, the "ghost faces" in front of him were probably from the beginning of the catastrophe. Hidden in this room.
Because no one can break into this innermost room on the second floor of the Urban Management Bureau without killing these "gatekeeper zombies" at a later stage.
Based on this reasoning, if the "Ghostface" who hid in the house carried the virus strain, it would be impossible for him to maintain his "human state" for such a long time.
Therefore, to sum up, Lin Junfu can conclude that "Ghostface" is indeed a survivor.
Putting down the weapons in his hands one after another, Zhao Yunhai leaned over to check the situation of "Ghostface". As soon as he got closer, he involuntarily covered his nose.
Although he knew that such behavior was somewhat "unreasonable", the smell around "Ghostface" was really..."unbearable".
On the other side, Tang Xiaoquan, holding a "fire stick", began to look around the corners of the house.
And through the illumination of the flickering fire, everything in the house gradually became clear.
In his eyes, all kinds of things were scattered on the ground irregularly, and judging from the composition of these randomly piled things, most of them were "war trophies" seized by the urban management during the law enforcement process.
Fruits and vegetables, in particular, took up almost half of the house, presumably because it was midsummer.
And this also explains from one side why "Ghostface" can live alone here for such a long time.
"Okay! Don't sit here, everyone! So what~ Brother, can you stand up?" Lao Lin spoke again.
In response, "Ghostface" shook his head laboriously, his empty eyes showing confusion.
As the saying goes, we are all fallen people at the end of the world. The survivors can very well understand the helplessness of "Ghostface" at this moment, so they don't need to be reminded by others at the moment. They all spontaneously stretch out their hands and work together to lift the almost "dead"-like "Ghostface". Got out...
