doomsday seclusion

I rushed into the group of zombies and started harvesting. It was as if water was pouring into hot oil. The zombies were all agitated, like herbivores who saw their natural enemies, and fled desperately to the distance.

I shuttled through the crowd of zombies, locking on to those targets with more flexible movements. As expected, they were all first-level zombies.

The energy value jumped by fifty points, and another fifty points, and soon hundreds of thousands.

Of course, it's a pity not only to hunt first-level zombies, but also zero-level zombies. I didn't deliberately chase them, but all those who stayed by my side were all caught up.

The game of hunting seems to be impossible to stop once it starts, lifeless bodies fall down one by one like dominoes.The crystal nuclei as the source of power become the bargaining chip for exchange, and are harvested one by one.

A large area of ​​zombies fell on the floor, which looked like the scene after the massacre.The hunters chasing the living animals became the targets of the hunted, and I was allowed to swim freely among them without any resistance, and one after another became a part of this shocking scene.

Until there are no more humanoid objects standing.

I stopped, panting slightly, and looked around at the corpses around me.

Before I knew it, an entire floor of zombies had been swept away, far exceeding my original expectations.

The medicine receiving place was right in front of me, I exhaled a long breath, stretched my sore shoulders and neck from overuse, and got in through the side door.

The medicines in the three big wall cabinets were immediately displayed in front of them neatly.

I browsed through them one by one, taking painkillers, anti-inflammatory tablets, antipyretic tablets first, and all the ointments on the cabinet that can disinfect, sterilize, and promote wound healing, as well as vitamins that are beneficial to the human body. null.

In addition, sleep, anti-manic depression and other mental stability drugs, as well as commonly used drugs for the treatment of chronic diseases of the human body are also listed on the list, which are put into the backpack according to the priority.

After a while, the backpack swelled up.

Seeing that the storage was about the same, I stopped scanning the goods, because the first floor is currently in a non-threatening and safe state, so I was not in a hurry to leave, but opened the pharmacist's drawer to see if there were any special items.

There are mostly personal sundries in the drawers, as well as two large bags of medical-grade masks.Put it in the backpack like a mask, and among the remaining personal items, only a few bars of chocolate are worth taking, and the rest are scattered office supplies.

With nothing else available, I close the drawer and turn around when something on the counter catches my attention.

It was a conspicuous white photo frame with geometric reliefs of the same color on the edge, which looked quite simple and refreshing.

Surprisingly, the person in the photo is not the pharmacist himself or his family members, but the director of the hospital, Lin Qinghe.

This pharmacist is probably a diehard fan.

In the photo, the old man who is nearly eighty years old is radiant, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes rises warmly with a smile, like a kind grandfather next door.His pale hair, which could not stand against the years, was combed into a stylish greasy head, and he was dressed in light-colored clothing, looking casual and relaxed.

No matter who it is, looking at this photo, they can't help but raise the corners of their lips from the bottom of their hearts.Those wise eyes seem to see through everything but tolerate everything, understand the setbacks you have encountered, and silently give great encouragement.

There is such power in just one look, no wonder it is regarded as a spiritual pillar.

I picked up the photo frame, looked at it carefully, and then put it upside down on the counter.

This is not Lin Qinghe in my impression.

When I was in the security base in my previous life, I saw this old man from a distance. Since he was considering investing in the construction of a large medical center in the base, he went to the scheduled site for inspection.The scene at that time was unprecedented. Many people who were suffering from life and disease seemed to see the savior, and surrounded him with shouts and responses. I happened to pass by at that time, and I was attracted by the excitement, so I couldn't help it. I looked up curiously.

It just so happened that the well-known old man had just finished shaking hands with his supporters, raised his face, and met my eyes.

There was a gentle smile in those eyes, seeing me staring straight at him, he froze for a moment, then nodded politely.I didn't know how to return the courtesy, but he didn't mind, and soon turned his attention back to the enthusiastic people around him.

Just that one glance left a deep impression on me.

Intuitively, I don't like that look.It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, and through that window, I can vaguely see what is hidden under it.

It is a deep black.

From that moment on, I had a deeper understanding of Lin Qing and this person.

Regardless of audio or print media, as long as they have power, they can be manipulated. The characters you know through screens, magazines, and posters are too illusory. Experts in image processing can repair and paint the owner to perfection at any time, just like a god.

Only face-to-face is the most real, there is no retouching, no hypnosis of commercial text, just a living person, words and deeds do not repeat.

And under such circumstances, I looked into the depths of his eyes.

Trembling.

My friend once said that I am not good at knowing people, I have no experience of making a thousand sails, and only have the sensitivity of a child.But people roll in society, who can not wear a mask?Just relying on personal intuition likes and dislikes, how can we accurately determine whether it is true or false?

I took it for granted, so I buried my doubts in my heart.Saw this picture until today.

The dust-laden memories came back again, and I still can't lie to myself.

At that glance, I can never be wrong.

In order to prove my idea, I carried my backpack and climbed up to the top floor along the safety ladder.

The magnificent carved wooden door of the dean's room is tightly closed, like a dedicated guard, quietly blocking uninvited guests.

The dean of Qinghe Hospital is not Lin Qinghe. After all, as a busy entrepreneur, it is impossible to handle the hospital's affairs in detail, not to mention that he does not have any medical background.

But if he is really planning something, it must go through the hands of the dean, as long as he searches in the dean's room, he will definitely find some clues.

Take out the □□, the door lock is unlocked in response, and the tightly-fitted solid wood door leaf is pushed open. The messy scene inside makes people frown.

It's not the kind of chaos after being rummaged through, but it seems to be tidied up in a hurry without time.

All the expensive decorations seem to have been frozen before the crisis, and they are still intact. Only the magnificent desk is in a mess, the stone pen holder is overturned, and the expensive stationery is scattered all over the table. A pen He forgot to close the lid, and the black ink dripping from the pen tip smeared the English document that was pressed under it.