abyss doomsday

After the winter vacation, Fan Qingyi started calling more frequently, and the little girl was able to receive calls most of the time.

During Chinese New Year lunch...

Lin Youhe slowly scrolled through the video, chatting with his family here and there.

Lin Youhe ate all the rice in the bowl.

He glanced at the peanut milk on the ground several times, licked his lips, picked up the milk and poured it into the cup.

Mother Lin glared at Lin Youhe and said, "Drink so much ice in the cold weather!!!"

Sticking out his tongue, Lin Youhe closed the lid, ran away with the paper cup, and said, "I'm full!"

Grandma Lin persuaded Mother Lin, but Lin Youhe's sister took a few more bites and stopped eating.

Seeing that her sister had stopped eating and Lin Youhe followed her upright, Lin Youshuang rolled her eyes at Lin Youhe: "Bring your computer here!"

Holding the phone, Lin Youhe was a little reluctant.

After pouting, Lin Youshuang finally gave it to her, and went downstairs with Lin Youhe's tablet in hand.

Hanging his head, Lin Youhe was a little unhappy.

I started playing with my mobile phone.

Suddenly Fan Qingxue called. Lin Youhe looked around like a thief and ran to the third floor.

After answering the phone, Fan Qingyi said with a smile: "Are you happy during the Chinese New Year?"

Lin Youhe sat by the window and curled his lips: "Are you sick? Do you call me every day?"

"Don't I miss you? I sent you some New Year red envelopes, remember to accept them." Fan Qingyi felt happy even after being scolded by Lin Youhe, his voice full of love for Lin Youhe.

Lin Youhe blushed and patted his cheeks: "Huh! I don't want it! I don't know you!"

Hearing Lin Youhe's embarrassment, Fan Qingqi joked: "Has the little money fan changed his gender?"

"Go away! I'm not familiar with you at all! I don't accept money from strangers!" Lin Youhe said with some embarrassment, his tone full of anger and dissatisfaction with Fan Qingxu for treating him like a brat.

Fan Qingxin suddenly became more serious. He put it on his phone and his voice came from the receiver: "Lin Youhe... I really miss you..."

After biting her lip, Lin Youhe said after a while: "Oh."

Lin Youhe really didn't want to talk too much with Fan Qingyi. It was annoying for Fan Qingyi to disrupt her life, and now he still revealed these emotions. She didn't like Fan Qingyi, she really didn't like it.

Fan Qingyi was a little confused about this: "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you like about me? I have a bad temper, I'm not good-looking, and my grades are as bad as mud on the soles of my feet. You said that a rich, successful and distinguished person like you could find someone better than me in the army. Ten thousand times more people, right?" Lin Youhe frowned and started to ask the original question in a serious tone.

Fan Qingyi was a little stunned: "Lin Youhe, you don't need to test me, I just like you, nothing else, and I don't want to like someone I don't like for some so-called future."

Lin Youhe nodded: "Yes, I understand, Fan Qingyi. Are you a pedophile?"

"..." Fan Qing was suspicious, Ma De was so angry with me!

Fan Qingsui hung up the phone with a "pop" sound.

Lin Youhe put away her cell phone and opened the window. It was already raining outside. She brushed her hair away from her ears and sighed. It seemed that she really couldn't feel any so-called love for anyone.

Fan Qingyi was so kind to her, but she always made people lose the desire to continue chatting at critical moments.

"Ah darling!!!"

They started calling Lin Youhe, and Lin Youhe responded hurriedly: "What's wrong?" while starting to run downstairs.

Fan Qingyi did not call Lin Youhe again in the following days, and it was already too late by the time Fan Qingyi wanted to call again.

Lin Youhe, who was spending the winter vacation, was wrapped in a cotton coat and his face was hidden in the collar: "It's so cold!"

"Why is it so cold even though it hasn't snowed yet?" After muttering a few words, Lin Youhe saw the people being subdued by the police on the street, their faces covered with blood and still struggling. Lin Youhe shuddered and felt a chill in his heart. : "Why are you biting people like zombies!"

The victim cried ugly while holding the bitten shoulder, and the two people's blood was everywhere.

The other one opened his mouth and cursed very dirty, but it looked a little scary.

Lin Youhe doesn't like to read the news very much, but he prefers reading novels. Lin Youhe chooses not to believe in such unreal things. It's weird that there are zombies in the world!

After rubbing his hands, Lin Youhe went into the school to discuss it with his close friends, but it didn't take long for class to begin.

When Lin Youhe came home after school, he saw a tooth mark on his father's hand: "Dad, were you bitten by someone?"

"Oh, I had a fight with my co-workers today and suddenly went crazy and bit me. But it was fine and it bled a little." Father Lin glanced at the tooth mark on his hand and brushed it off.

Lin Youhe nodded, closed the door after washing, and started hiding in bed playing with his mobile phone.

Lin Youhe got up early the next day, opened the door and saw blood on his father's door. He frowned and asked worriedly: "What's going on... Dad, can you open the door?"

The sound of flesh hitting the door startled Lin Youhe, who screamed and fell to the ground.

There were constant banging, scratching and roaring sounds inside the door. After swallowing, Lin Youhe stood up, approached the door and knocked dissatisfiedly and said: "Dad, are you scaring me when you wake up? Isn't it a bit too much? Already?"

There was another loud bang and the sound of screaming and scratching at the door. Lin Youhe was stunned and pushed the door gently. If the door could not be pushed, it meant that someone was blocking the door.

Lin Youhe's mind went blank and he was stunned for a long time.

After coming back to his senses, Lin Youhe wiped his face randomly and looked at the door where he no longer knocked on the door, but there was still a faint roar.

Shaking his head, Lin Youhe smiled reluctantly and said, "Dad, are you kidding me?"

Lin Youhe responded with another crash and roar.

Lin Youhe pursed his lips, touched his arms, turned back to his room and started calling everyone in his room, but no one answered.

With the last one left, Lin Youhe's hope was completely shattered as he looked at the phone that hadn't been answered for a long time.

But just then the call came through.

"Hey! Sister!"

"Ah, what's wrong? Call me so early in the morning! Are you bothered?" Her sister's voice rang. Lin Youhe's heart finally dropped and she began to tell her sister about the current situation. She didn't believe it at all, and Lin Youhe didn't believe it at all. She didn't dare to tell her sister Lin's father's situation.

There was a sound of opening the curtains, and it didn't take long for her sister to close the curtains again, with a trembling voice: "What's going on outside? Why is it all covered with blood, and there are people eating people!"

"Sister! Keep your voice down! Their ears are very good. Don't be afraid. See how many days the food in the refrigerator can last. If it lasts a few more days, a rescue team will definitely come! Definitely!"

"Okay Kaz...Kaz wait...Kaz...the team is coming...beep beep!!!" The rapid siren signaled that there was no signal. Lin Youhe listened to his father's banging on the door, tears streaming down his face again, and sat down. Lin Youhe couldn't do anything in bed.

Rescue team, will a rescue team really come? Will there be guns in such a small county?

Will the rescue team really come?

I don't know how long it took, but the phone vibrated several times. Lin Youhe picked up the phone and answered the call with slightly trembling hands. Fan Qingxin's anxious voice came from the phone: "Hey! Ah Guai! Are you okay?"

Lin Youhe pursed his lips and said in a crying voice: "No! My dad has turned into some kind of ghost. Except for my sister, my other relatives may be... gone... I'm not at all... …It’s not good at all…What should I do…Fan Qingyi…”

Fan Qingyi was sitting in the car, his face full of decadence.

He started walking towards Lin Youhe five days ago, but he didn't expect that there was a traffic jam on the road, and the phone couldn't be reached, as if someone deliberately cut off the signal.