The end of the world starts from the zombies

Chapter 113 The Pack of the Crowd

The throng was still restless, but a face appeared at the end of the line.

About 1.8 meters tall, with a delicate face, he was looking at him intently.

The man seemed to be asking me.

Liu Qing thought for a while, and responded to him: "I came up through the stairwell. It was originally in the warehouse of the supermarket. There is also a freight elevator there."

As if the sharp arrow hit the bull's-eye, the key to the problem was solved, and the crowd's decibel level dropped significantly.

"Aren't you from the group upstairs?" The middle-aged man in the crowd who had the right to speak, actually a large part of his right to speak was due to his extremely loud voice.

"What did they do?" Liu Qing looked at their expressions and vaguely guessed an answer.

"What are they doing? What else can they do? They ate their wives and children. There are obviously zombies outside who can barbecue."

The middle-aged man stroked his forehead and looked at himself warily.

"So, you are actually all the survivors in this hotel?" Liu Qing looked at the stern-faced people.

"Otherwise, who else do you think will be there?" The middle-aged man who squeezed to the front of the team tensed up and looked eager to try.

This also made him more helpless while taking precautions.

Liu Qing judged their clothes, quite a few of them were wearing suits, most of them were fair-faced, they seemed to belong to people with some culture, in other words, they didn't look like bad guys.

Even in the past few days, their clothes were still neat and tidy. Although their faces looked vigilant and nervous, the temperament they had accumulated over time still remained.

Not counting some rough guys and the middle-aged man in front of him.

The scene froze for a moment, the two sides did not harbor malicious intentions, but guarded each other. Liu Qing was watching the situation of both sides while pulling the boy's collar.

"They have a lot of people, which is an advantage, but the corridor is too narrow, and I can knock people down if I run directly there, and then they are crowded, and they will definitely fall down one by one."

He began to wonder if there was a surefire solution.

"In this case, even if they go back on their word, I can step on them and run out with my unexpected strength, and it's impossible for them to catch up with me."

Most of them are not related by blood. Being able to care so much about a boy also shows that their hearts are not bad, and they still have a great chance of winning.

Thinking about it this way, for the first time, Liu Qing was no longer so afraid of men in the dozens.

"Don't do this, don't do this, what I said is true, to prove it, I can let him go."

Liu Qing, who was used to the quiet environment, was very unaccustomed to the surrounding environment.

As he spoke, he waved his hand and added, "Stay away from me, and I will let him go."

After saying this, the atmosphere of a gangster movie suddenly permeated.

'thump thump'

Small voices came from the ranks.

The men around took small steps back.

"A little further away, a little further away, and I'll let him go."

'thump thump'

The team finally retreated two meters away, and it seemed that they should not be able to sneak attack themselves.

As soon as he let go of the boy, he immediately raised his hand.

I thought it was a happy situation for everyone, but the reality was not satisfactory. After letting go of the boy, he hurriedly returned to the team. At the same time, the men around him did not retreat because of this.

"I've already let him go, and you're still not leaving?" Liu Qing felt a chill in his heart when he looked at the crowd with stern faces.

He focused, looked at everyone's faces, and felt the light reflected from the blade and steel.

"Go? Why do you want to go?" The burly middle-aged man on the side was uncharacteristically, "I know what you want to do. If it wasn't for Xiaoping not only on this floor, you would be hungry and want to kill him, right?"

"And you still want us to let you go now?"

In other words, these words are completely subjective, but this also makes Liu Qing not know how to refute for a while.

"Yes, everyone, look at him, it's all fucking blood. I went out to see this floor of the hotel a few days ago. Except for our floor, the downstairs floors are all zombies."

"It's not that he has malicious intentions. Why did he choose this seemingly empty layer? And why come here?"

"Yes, yes, what Uncle Zong said was that he just said he was staying in the warehouse of the supermarket, but now he actually said he was going to come up? Isn't this a lie?"

A fair young man in the crowd agreed.

"What I'm talking about is that I think he is eating people and being stupid, so he thinks of the reason for such a sloppy foot."

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and they confirmed their guesses for a while.

Liu Qing couldn't argue for a while. He also knew that his original intention was not a good thing. He also wanted to find a living bait to sacrifice his life for his own survival.

"I'm really not a bad person. There's someone downstairs who can prove it to me. Can't I even leave?"

"Look, he's trying to lie again, and there are people downstairs, why didn't I find out?"

"That's right, you still want to go?"

The boy who returned to the team also started to speak, "I can prove that when he just chased after him, the expression on his face was that he wanted to eat me. It was the same as the group of people upstairs before, and some of the things he said, I don't know." I didn’t hear it clearly, it seemed like a scary word.”

This. . .

The fresh blood that hadn't faded stained his fingers red, and the faint smell of blood also wafted into the air.

Liu Qing shook her own hand, feeling the tightness between her arms and some calluses on her skin.

What the boy said was simply unfair. At the beginning, the two uncles who took the lead had some truths in what they said. What caused everyone to do this was more likely because they didn't want one more person to share their food.

It's also the reason why I don't believe in a stranger.

"Since they are like this, I don't need to talk about my fate. If I fall into their hands, I can't control my own life and death. If I feel bad one day, I will give me a hat. I don't even have time to say it. I will probably die."

Compared to the possibility of dying inexplicably, he could only run away.

Liu Qing calculated the exit of the hotel and identified two slightly frail young people in the team.

If he shows weakness and then rushes over suddenly, he has great confidence to break through these crowds.

After thinking about it, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by the standard ordinary accent.

"Uncle Zong, Uncle Rui, please stop, I seem to know him."

"Huh?" Hearing the voice in the crowd, the two leading middle-aged men turned their heads immediately, "You said you knew him? How is that possible?"

"Yeah, he doesn't look like a local."

"I really know him. If you don't talk about local people, you can't know him from other places?" The young man who spoke pushed forward, his tone firm.

(End of this chapter)