The next morning.
The morning is slightly cool.
Feeling the suddenly cold weather, Lin An gently exhaled a breath of hot breath and stepped onto a stylish racing motorcycle with a relaxed expression.
The appearance is completely red, and mist-like spiritual energy slowly spreads from time to time.
After accompanying An Xia all night, with the little girl reluctant to leave, he went out to explore Linjiang City.
After a rare night's rest, Zhang Tie was asked to take the initiative to contribute a reputation vehicle.
This guy relies on his rough skin and thick flesh, and he doesn't like ordinary equipment.
After exchanging a pair of gloves, the remaining reputation points were exchanged for a large number of strange props and a bunch of "delicious food".
In line with the principle of not wasting, Lin An simply asked him to exchange it for a vehicle.
Of course, the reward is to make Colonel Chu act more gently.
Don't do too many tricks.
With Xiong Hanzi's resentful expression on his face, Lin An got on his motorcycle and sped away.
"The speed of magnetic storm (blue props, vehicles)"
"Adaptive micro-psionic power, top speed 800km/h."
"Features: Noise shielding (micro-sound), weapon loading module (3), weak reaction force steering."
"Prop evaluation: People fly in front, and souls chase behind."
The blue vehicle redeemed with 200 reputation points is quite luxurious.
If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing to redeem for a while, the set he wanted would cost seven or eight thousand points, and Lin An wouldn't be able to part with it.
Although the speed is not as fast as his full power explosion, he thought about it.
Lin An is still not used to running on his legs.
Anyway, when you really want to burst into speed, just put the motorcycle into the ring.
Normal transportation always requires a vehicle.
Feel the unique low roar of the psychic engine and face the tearing wind.
Lin An was in a good mood for a while.
The noise is very small, similar to the rotation of a motor.
I originally thought about taking Mo Ling with me, but I heard that little Mo Ling ran near the Huanjiang Military Region and said that he wanted to hunt down the second-level mutants.
Simply, Lin An gave up after some warnings.
....
On the bumpy road into the city, red lightning flashed away.
After using Milai's scalpel to change his appearance, Lin An looked a bit delicate at this time.
Although he doesn't care about his whereabouts, he is not willing to expose his methods in front of outsiders.
You know, every piece of news about him is worth a sky-high price.
Everyone wants to know what his skills and talents are.
Therefore, any survivor who encounters him is like a paparazzi, eager to follow him and videotape.
past the scattered corpses.
The speeding motorcycle passed through the obstacle in an instant.
The zombie who had just reacted was left alone, holding his head high and roaring at the taillights.
Crashed cars can be seen everywhere on the highway.
Rusty, dried dark red blood stuck to the ground like dog skin plaster.
Groups of unknown human tissue were crushed into pieces.
Enter the city from the Chengbei Expressway and then go to the Radio and Television Station.
The route was the same as the previous missing search party.
....
Time flew by, and Lin An couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he saw the familiar but somewhat dilapidated city cluster appearing in front of his eyes.
It's been a long time... I haven't been back.
At the end of the field of vision, a red and white flag hung on a 100-meter-high building.
It could be seen that it should be a distress sign displayed by the survivors trapped in the building.
However, most of the windows on the side were obviously destroyed.
It must be that not long ago, a mutant climbed up the building and got inside.
Recalling the coordinate range roughly drawn by Chu An, Lin An looked thoughtful.
It should be, that building is to the right.
A logistics transfer point, next to the Broadcasting Building.
"Roar!!"
Zombies roared.
Not far away, in an abandoned gas station, several zombies with only upper body parts smelled the scent of strangers.
The devoured abdominal cavity, long intestines were dragged to the ground, and the pelvis rubbed against the ground.
The arms alternated rapidly, rushing towards him as if walking.
The flesh and blood showed dark red traces.
Judging from the costume on the zombie, he should be a truck driver.
The zombies that suddenly rushed out did not cause any change in Lin An's expression.
Frowning slightly, three weak mental shocks instantly blasted the zombies into a pile of rubble.
The exploded head was bounced to the gas station billboard by the impact, and got stuck directly in it.
It looks a little cute.
Shake his head slightly.
Seeing the large number of zombies attracted not far away, Lin An turned the accelerator without any scruples and rushed into the group of zombies instantly.
Like hitting a bowling ball.
Under the high-speed sprinting motorcycle, the group of corpses were knocked into a bloody path.
....
Linjiang Broadcasting Building.
The brass-colored signboard is stained with rust.
There was a half-hanging corpse. I don’t know how it climbed up before it was alive. The body with two legs left was swaying in the wind.
Weathered by the wind and sun, it looks like dried sausage.
On the 17th floor, in a dark corridor.
A middle-aged man with an unshaven beard was holding an exquisite porcelain plate.
He knocked gently on the heavy door with a gentle tone.
"Xiao Xuan, it's time to eat..."
The dim light shone on the edge of the long corridor, and the man buried in the shadows had a stooped figure.
Over and over again.
No one in the room seemed to hear it, only the man's call sounded.
Stand at the door.
The man frowned and looked at the fresh pieces of meat on the plate, which was also topped with his daughter's favorite salad.
Is it overcooked?
Xiaoxuan doesn't like the taste?
In silence.
The man carefully opened the door.
In the dark room, only a short figure could be seen.
"Xiao Xuan..."
"Eat some. If you don't like the taste, dad will make another one..."
The man lovingly carried the plate and walked to the shadow, gently stroking the shadow's long hair.
no answer.
In the cold room, the only sound was heavy breathing.
The man glanced at the toy that was thrown on the ground, hesitated for a moment and picked it up.
He put down his plate and sighed.
"Cough-cough"
I don't know if the cold air stimulated his breathing, but the man couldn't help but cough.
His already rickety body looked even older.
The cough ends.
"Click"
The porcelain plate was suddenly swept to the ground by a black shadow, and the food stained with salad was stained with dust.
Looking at the black figure who suddenly lost his temper, the man shuddered.
A long while.
"Xiao Xuan..."
"You don't like this...Dad will give you another one..."
Seeing that the black shadow was indifferent, the man murmured to himself.
He covered his bandaged belly and hobbled out of the room.
"Xiao Xuan...are you blaming dad..."
"Dad...will definitely find a way to compensate you..."
"Click-click"
Close the door.
The breeze caused by the air pressure blew the long hair of Heiying sitting beside the bed.
