In the last days, people spend crazy money to buy equipment.

Shen Musen described the experience of her previous life as simple as Tong Qiheng. Of course, she concealed the fact that she had prepared "plug-ins" in advance.

Qi Heng sat opposite her, with a variety of expressions on his face, but he quickly grasped the key point.

"Is your dream a scene from Resident Evil that overlaps with reality?"

Shen Musen nodded: "Yes, the biting you see now is only the slightest danger. After tonight, the world will no longer exist."

"Then why don't you tell others?"

Qi Heng asked innocently, and Shen Musen looked back at him with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded. He put his hand into a fist as a "microphone" and put it to his mouth.

"Excuse me, do you want me to go into the autopsy room or the mental hospital?"

Qi Heng shook his head: "I don't want either of them."

Shen Musen retracted his hand and straightened his back.

"Have you forgotten the message I sent? How many people have written to it?"

That article was followed by boos and doubts, and Qi Heng initially went to confirm it with suspicion.

If he hadn't come to Shen Musen and witnessed everything that happened.

At that moment, he was in isolation at home and would not appear in front of Shen Musen.

"I thought the chances of surviving together would be higher."

Qi Heng sat with his back to the balcony and the light, a light halo circled behind him, and the surface of his sweater was looming.

The corners of Shen Musen's mouth raised, half smiling.

Everyone knows the truth that "one chopstick is easy to break, but ten chopsticks held together are difficult to break."

But looking at the current situation, despite being weak, ten of the same people gathered together are like a monster's beauty group.

In the face of powerful power, there is no difference between one chopstick and ten chopsticks.

For example, someone like her could live in embarrassment even though she had a few more health bars than normal people, let alone ordinary people who were defenseless.

"No one likes the weak, that's the truth." Shen Musen withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and touched the ring on his index finger.

There are no heroes in the last days, just protect yourself.

Qi Heng followed her movements and froze when he saw the ring. His eyebrows moved slightly and his long eyes narrowed slightly, with unknown meaning.

He wanted to take a closer look and make a judgment, but the next second Shen Musen came to his senses and stood up with his hands in his pockets.

He calmly cleared up his expression quickly.

Shen Musen looked at Qi Heng's eyes looking at him again, his smooth and fair face showing his sharp handsomeness and his natural stupidity.

"That's all." She sighed. She had never experienced this before, so she didn't blame him.

Shen Musen turned around and started sorting out the necessary things at home.

Qi Heng was silent. At this moment, his eyes followed Shen Musen's hand closely. Finally, when Shen Musen grabbed a bag of potato chips and asked him if he wanted to eat, he saw the pattern on the ring clearly.

I made up my mind that one time was a coincidence, and the other two times were inevitable.

Here Shen Musen opened the refrigerator and looked at the vegetables and fruits inside, as well as the five buckets of pure water, biscuits, and instant noodles under the dining table in the living room...

Not bad, she originally planned to store food for two weeks.

Now there are more people, barely enough for a week.

In the apocalypse, water sources are polluted and cannot be drank directly, requiring special treatment.

She looked at the empty pots and basins in the kitchen and planned to collect some tap water later for daily use.

"Take a look at what you're going to eat for lunch first? Take out the meat from the refrigerator and defrost it."

Shen Musen made an excuse to send Qi Heng away, and she walked into the room and closed the door and locked it.

She took out the space in the ring and checked it again, making sure that everything inside was full, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Each category of items is neatly arranged and classified in layers, and duplicate items are marked with electronic numbers next to them.

If Shen Musen wants anything, she only needs to recite the name of the object silently in her mind. The next second it will appear in front of her as a virtual image. When she reaches out her hand and touches it, it will transform into a physical object.

The numbers will also decrease accordingly, using the same amount and the same amount.

The weapons area displayed were those purchased by Shen Musen. Every item amazed her, and her appearance was not inferior to that of Yunhe Thousand Blades.

She plans to use this place as a zero-hour shelter. Fu'an Community is relatively far from the city center, so she can be sure that predators will not find it in the short term.

But based on her past life experience, Building 3, where she lived, had the smallest population and logically had fewer mutations. However, the riots started in this building and gradually spread.

Xu Fengjiao and others who escaped from the bottom floor were forced to run upwards. In the end, the survivors blocked the stairway on the seventh floor with debris and blocked the elevator.

The advantage is that zombies can't come up, but the disadvantage is that people can't get out, and they will either be bitten by zombies or starve to death.

She still remembers the survivors gathering together for a meeting.

At the beginning, there was enough food and supplies. Everyone was harmonious, comforting each other and waiting to be rescued.

Eventually it went from three meals a day to a palm-sized bread tube a day.

Hunger began to wander among the crowd, and the fear of death enveloped everyone. Everyone's harmony turned into conflicts, quarrels, violence, despair, and madness.

There are no bad people, only worse people. The only thing they have in common is that they abandon those weaker than themselves first.

Shen Musen was also one of them, even though she helped Xu Fengjiao and gave her life-saving food.

The other party still feels that you are sharing too little and it is not enough. Bring people to deprive.

For feeding unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, she suggested going directly to the underworld.

But she was robbed in her previous life, and she was forced to go out to find food in the end. Her companions were chased by zombies, and she started wandering in the corner behind her.

I don’t even know what happened to these people in the end.

If Shen Musen wants to use this place as a refuge, he must first eliminate the dangers hidden in the dark.

Just because there are so many living people in Fu'an Community doesn't mean that there won't be high-level zombies.

But the first thing she needs to figure out now is why there was a riot in Building 3. This was a mystery in her previous life.

Shen Musen began to recall the details of the past, and suddenly a picture flashed in his mind.

Her phoenix eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man wearing a billed hat in the elevator.

And the things in his box, he also happens to live on the seventh floor, think about it, think about why?

Shen Musen frowned, kneading all the key points together, and the answer was ready to come out.

Half a minute later, Shen Musen's eyes lit up. She remembered that in her previous life, she passed by the green belt of the community and heard two elderly people complaining.

There was noise upstairs from time to time late at night, which kept people awake.

But the four households on the seventh floor were full, and the man with the duck-billed tongue obviously had no abnormality.

It means that one of the four households on the seventh floor must have concealed the truth from the military and there is a monster hidden in the house.

You have to find a chance to get rid of them, just in case they turn into high-level zombies

It was a bit difficult for her to deal with.

And the most frightening thing is, whose house keeps the monster in captivity?

Making a plan in his mind, Shen Musen took back the space.

She changed her clothes for going out and opened the door. Qi Heng was cooking in the kitchen, and the rice grains in the rice cooker were steaming.

Wearing a bear apron, he lowered his head and carefully cut the ginger and garlic into small pieces and put them in a bowl. Then he washed the meat neatly and started cutting it.

Shen Musen stepped forward and stared at his movements: "Can you make food?"

Qi Heng didn't look up, "Well, I learned it from my aunt at home before."

The family likes to eat Aunt Lu's cooking in their old house.

Later, Qi Yuan went out to work and took Aunt Lu with him.

Qi Heng was a naughty person, and he couldn't get used to it no matter how many aunties he changed.

Later, I got tired of changing things, so I learned to do it myself, and it didn't look bad.

In the end, he turned the step-by-step process of cooking ingredients into delicious food into a stress reliever.

"Then I'll leave the meals to you and the dishes to me."

Shen Musen found it troublesome to cook, so he ate in the school cafeteria and ordered takeout or instant noodles at home.

"Are you going out?" Qi Heng looked at her outfit.

"Yeah." Shen Musen walked to the entrance to change his shoes, "You do it first, I'll buy something and I'll be right back."

Qi Heng ran out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and half a piece of meat in the other.

"You'd better not go out in this situation."

"Are you comfortable wearing my clothes?" Shen Musen raised his eyebrows, becoming interested.

The tips of Qi Heng's ears were slightly red, and he turned back to the kitchen and finally said: "Then please pay attention to your safety."

Shen Musen chose this time to go out. It was undoubtedly approaching meal time and everyone who should have gone back had returned.

She came to visit at this time, and she could tell at a glance who had a ghost.

Half an hour after Shen Musen went out, Qi Heng washed his hands and opened the door to the room. His notebook lay quietly on the desk.

Shen Musen didn't lock it, and his slender fingers skillfully tapped a string of URLs to open them. It was the same game page she had logged in before.

Unable to log in without the Internet, Qi Heng deleted the record, put the notebook back in its original position, and closed the door.