My Girlfriend is a Zombie

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A dense and rush of footsteps quickly approached the 29th floor, and this is the last floor to the rooftop. However, at this moment, the silence has been restored, and the iron gate connecting the roof is also tightly closed. The figure who stayed here a minute ago, but one of them disappeared.

"Ha ha ha! They are looking for a dead end! Actually ran directly to the top floor... Do you still want to jump off the building? The name is Ling, we welcome you to break it!" The laughter from below echoed in the corridor. As the distance between the chase and the last layer is getting closer, almost all Nirvana members are excited.

The shouting is a young man with a red plate. He is close to the old seven of the team leader. The hand holding the machete has already sweated a bit: "Mom, I have been tired and tired for so many days." I finally got them! This time they don't want to escape again, they are on the road, I will send them a ride!"

Although the front of the old seven did not say a word, but looking at the corner of the stairs above, he also involuntarily took a breath. Before he caught up with Ling Mo, he occasionally showed a hint of embarrassment in his heart. Although he himself has not seen the silence with his own eyes, most of the people he has seen have not dared to elaborate, but from the above cautious attitude, this group of people is not so good to kill.

But in the midst of wealth and danger, if you want to get rid of the long-term adventure life and live a stable and luxurious life, this is a great opportunity! It’s not just him who thinks about it, but everyone involved in the pursuit. These people in Lingmo are not in their eyes. It is a spoils with great value!

Because of this, this red-haired youth will be so excited.

"Listen. I will say the last time! We have a life to earn, and we must have life and flowers, and give me a chance! If you drag your legs, don't blame us for giving up when you arrive!" He bowed a word.

A few voices were heard from the crowd, and most people were disapproving. Do you want to use these things on the tip of your knife? Killing a few people, how hard can you compare with killing zombies? If it is a war on the street. These people may still have some concerns, but in this place, the advantage of the number can be maximized!

But just as I set foot on the corner, the old seven suddenly stopped.

"Wait, it seems like there is a situation..."

With a weak light source, he looked straight toward the wall.

The red paint "28F" has been stunned, and a line of fresh black fonts appears below.

From the handwriting point of view. The people who wrote this sentence seemed to be in a hurry, but the fonts were deliberately magnified a lot, as if they were worried that they would not see the general.

"I don't want to die for me!"

The old seven just read it out, and some people in the crowd couldn't help but scream: "The trough, the death is still so mad! I don't see the coffin and tears!"

"Bulky! I want to scare us back by a line of words!" Someone echoed.

"Oh, this is the end of the road." Someone sneered.

The old seven raised his hand. Said: "Don't care. It has already arrived at this time. If it is not really a little cuddling, then there is no need to do such meaningless things... This is already the last layer. If they still want to struggle, then it must be Desperate..."

"What kind of tricks can they play?" asked a long-haired young man.

"I don't know yet... but be careful not to be wrong..."

The old seven voices have not fallen. There was a shout from the side.

"There is someone here!"

It was the red-haired youth who spoke at the moment, standing sideways behind the door of the stairwell not far away. Leaning his head and looking inside.

When he saw the old seven, he immediately pushed the hidden door a little, and then pointed to the door handle and the traces on the ground: "Look, fresh fingerprints, and the dust below, someone opened the door. "He said, he also gently demonstrated it, and the traces produced when pushing the door are just connected with the arc on the dust."

"They didn't go to the rooftop?" The old seven looked up and looked up.

A middle-aged man stood up immediately, but when he just closed his eyes, he suddenly snorted and shook his head. "No, the other side intercepted my detection. It seems to be precautionary."

Just then, a soft bang suddenly came from behind the door.

The red-haired youth immediately stepped back, and in the eyes of the people, the door turned "slowly" and slowly opened...

At the same time, on the ground behind the door, a line of words was revealed: "If you want to die, come in."

This weird scene suddenly calmed everyone down and attracted their attention to the corridor...

The old seven looks badly staring at the line of fonts and looked at them. Then they listened to the red-haired youth’s proposal: “It seems that they all retreat to this floor... but just in case, do we send people to see it? Look?"

He said this, the crowd suddenly had some commotion: "That can't be seen alone..."

"Leave a few people to stay here first?"

"No! Going together, we have a number advantage." The old seven frowned and thought about it, interrupting the shackles of these people. "The environment on the roof is not necessarily at a glance... and here..." He looked at it. The door, said, "There must be someone behind this. They want to invite you to join us..."

"Would you like to go in?" someone asked.

Silence for a while, the old seven took the lead from the door to the past. He took out his flashlight and shook it inside, then turned his head and said: "It's a corridor, but there seem to be two companies. From here I can see two doors, four elevator doors, and the other should be the bathroom..."

“The environment is not too complicated,” said the red-haired youth.

The old seven nodded: "It's not complicated, but it's not simple, but at least it's much better than outside. In short, we can't give up our advantage. Everyone should listen to the command... Let's go!"

As he waved his hand, the pedestrian slowly walked in. The swaying flashlight illuminates the dimly lit corridor, and the dusty company logo reveals some blood on the faint sign. After a half-open elevator door, half of the white bones remain outside, and the door seams are filled. Dark black suspicious thing...

In addition to their slight footsteps and breathing sounds in the entire floor, almost no other sounds can be heard... but everyone knows that under this quiet appearance, there is a layer of gunpowder that can explode at any time...

But at least on the surface, this group still dare not face their impact...

"Do they think that they are in the dark, can they get the upper hand?" Someone whispered.

However, at this moment, a barrel suddenly came out of the elevator door.

Almost immediately in the moment of the muzzle, a sudden scream was heard in the crowd.

The old seven was shocked, but he didn't have time to take care of the bad luck of the shot. Instead, he immediately looked at the elevator door and the gun in his hand was lifted.

But at the same time when the muzzle was retracted, a strange cloud of white mist appeared in the corridor, and the elevator door was quickly covered up.

"Fantasy? No use!" The old seven said, suddenly a sigh.

Along with his snoring, the mist of this group suddenly opened a gap.

However, when he quickly rushed to the elevator door, there was no one there...

"Fast speed... The speed of shooting and the speed of running away are very fast." The old seven suddenly frowned. "It seems that they are planning to use this method to deal with us? Use the fantasy as a smoke bomb." It is indeed a very embarrassing method, but how long can the person's mental strength support? And can it be sneaked once, can it be sneaked again and again? If this is consumed, the situation will be more and more unfavorable to them..."

"The most important thing is, why do you have to choose this floor? This is the roof. Once they fall into the wind, they have no room to continue to struggle..."

The old seven thought, while looking back at the crowd.

The member who was hit had fallen to the ground, but at the moment of the shot he turned his body in time, leaving only a fleshy bruise on his body. And the injured person is the red-haired young man who used to call him the best...

Although I can't die for a while, everyone has quietly cast a shadow on them.

"It’s not good to be a teacher..."