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Check for injuries with the smell.

An Mo narrowed his eyes suspiciously, with ripples in his spring-like eyes, he stared at Xin Lang for a while, and said, "They passed me just now."

The man nodded without changing his face.

"So you saw it too?"

"Ah."

"why?"

The man shook his head, with a dazed look on his face and a dull expression, as if he was really a robot.

An Mo suppressed the doubts in his heart, lowered his head in thought, and Xin Lang stood beside him, motionless.

The original text did not mention that in the early days of the zombie outbreak, someone awakened their abilities. In other words, the situation just now was probably an accident. The zombies ran to the place where the noise was loudest, but ignored the small voices around them.

But is it believable?

After an unknown amount of time, a drop of water fell from the top of his head.An Mo raised his head in panic, and caught two or three pea-sized raindrops head-on.Secretly sounded bad, An Mo hurriedly said, "Hurry up and get some clothes, let's go home."

After getting the 'order', the man strode into the store and came out with a big bag in less than 5 minutes.

Because the shop was not too far from the apartment, when they hurried home, the rain outside hadn't even formed a line, it just fell drop by drop, but it soon soaked the dry asphalt floor.

If he cooperates with Xin Lang for a long time, it is impossible for him to sleep on the sofa all the time.

In the evening, An Mo instructed Xin Lang to take out the side-sleeping folding bed, push the two small sofas and the coffee table into the corner, and leave two-thirds of the living room for Xin Lang to use as a room.

The side sleeper is not big, and it is full of supplies. An Mo felt that it would be more troublesome to move the supplies out one by one. It is better to move the bed directly. The space is still large enough, especially when Xin Lang is 1.9 meters tall. With his stature and the figure of a special soldier, he had to turn his head slightly when entering the door. An Mo felt that the small bedroom was too wronged for him.

"We won't stay here for too long." An Mo laid out a new bed sheet for him thoughtfully, then turned to Xin Lang who was standing by and said, "So, if you feel wronged for a while, just sleep here."

The man had no objection, and sat on the edge of the bed so that An Mo didn't have to look up at him so hard.

"How long do you want to stay?" He asked word by word, his voice hoarse and his pitch still low, as if he had lost his memory after being raided and deprived him of his ability to speak.

"Look at the situation." An Mo said, "At present, it's pretty safe here. If a rescue team arrives, we can leave early."

Even though he said so, An Mo kept denying it in his heart.

Of course he won’t leave early, he has to meet the protagonist Gong, this is a necessary part of the plot of the original novel, otherwise the meeting with the protagonist Gong in the future will only be the first meeting, and it is still unknown whether the subsequent plot will happen at that time Woolen cloth.

The man stopped talking again. During the time he spent with An Mo, he almost expressed his emotions with nodding and shaking his head.

The two actually got along like this for a week.

With Xin Lang around, daily life is indeed much more convenient than before. As long as An Mo needs something, sometimes he doesn't even need to move a little distance, and the things will be put close at hand.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. For example, except for sleeping at night, there is no personal space at all.Xin Lang seems to be an insecure person. During the day, he must see An Mo, or know what he is doing, before he is willing to sit quietly by the side. Otherwise, he will follow An Mo, including going to the toilet. At the bathroom door.

An Mo felt helpless. Fortunately, he is a professional preschool teacher and he is very patient with unreasonable 'children', so when Xin Lang clings too much, An Mo will deliberately keep a cold face and tell him the truth .

You can't do this, you can't do that, and if you do, you have to bear the consequences.

An Mo is the best at explaining this kind of truth. Xin Lang, who thought he had no problem with his IQ, would not care about it, but he didn't want the other party to listen seriously, and take it seriously. Before doing something next time, he rarely paused. , bowed his head and thought for a long time, and finally suppressed his eager heart.

After living together like this for two weeks, Xin Lang decided to go out and collect supplies by himself.

Counting the week they spent together, during this month, they never went out, and they basically ate at home.

An Mo knew that these things would not last long, so he didn't deliberately save them. Every meal was enough for both of them. Of course, the food was very simple, either rice with a dish, or a big pot of noodles. Under such a difficult environment, it is naturally impossible to eat and drink four dishes and one soup.

There wasn't a lot of stuff left in the house, but the two men were still able to eat, and the full cabinet was more than half empty at a speed visible to the naked eye.So when Xin Lang decided to go out to search for supplies, An Mo stopped him.

"There is enough food at home."

"Not enough." He said stubbornly, "I'll go, you stay."

The elevator can still be used today, but the residents in the building are not fools, and no one dares to use it.Recently, a few families couldn't hold back and went out. Not long after they left the community, screams came from the street. An Mo slid his wheelchair to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Although he couldn't see the scene on the street, he It's also conceivable.

There have been more and more zombies recently, they are attracted by all kinds of sounds, and there are several wandering around in the community alone.

Xin Lang went out with a huge suitcase, and An Mo escorted him to the stairs.

"Are you sure it's okay?" An Mo always felt that this stupid defensive measure was not done well, and now he only relied on his own righteousness to suppress the evil spirits when he went out.

"Yeah." The man turned around and looked down at him.

An Mo couldn't help but raised his hand and waved, "Squat down a little."

Xin Lang squatted down, his tall and strong figure was like a hill, lying beside An Mo's wheelchair.

"You have to be careful." An Mo stroked his head like coaxing a child. His hair was stiff and a little prickly. "You can throw away everything in case of danger, as long as you come back."

Xin Lang nodded.

"If you get injured accidentally, don't come back." An Mo pursed his lips and smiled, and said very cruel words gently, "Anyway, if you still want to form a team with me, you must protect yourself."

Xin Lang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly moved closer to An Mo, leaned his head to the side of his face, and sniffed his scent.

An Mo: ...

This dog-like way of expressing intimacy, even after experiencing it many times, An Mo still couldn't help but want to complain.

Xin Lang went downstairs dexterously, seeing him leave without looking back and quickly disappearing from sight, An Mo sighed silently.

[Hmph, don't you raise a white-eyed wolf? 】

Ever since An Mo and Xin Lang 'lived together', the system has been very angry.An Mo didn't know what happened to it all of a sudden, it was very angry, and the smell of vinegar was also very strong.

After returning to the house and locking the door, An Mo ignored the system's words and began to pack some necessities in another large suitcase.

If he guessed right, it was starting to feel unsafe here.

City A is one of the most prosperous cities in country H. Although the city's land area is not large, not even as large as some second-tier provinces and cities, it is undeniable that this is one of the best developed areas.In just half a day, the city center with a relatively large population has fallen, and he has not received any rescue information during this period. You must know that in the early stage of the zombie outbreak, all signals and communication equipment were available. Anmo even Talk about these things with some owners in the property group.

When the people were in panic, and there was no news of official rescue, people's psychological defenses gradually collapsed. Even before the zombies spread over, their nerves had already begun to collapse.

The Waterhouse Apartment is on the south side. Compared to the city center, it is a suburb, which means it is under development, so there are very few shopping malls, restaurants, and entertainment venues here.

After so long, the tide of zombies in the city center should have spread.

So An Mo was more worried about the task than the system's cynicism.

[If I don't follow the original plot and meet the protagonist Gong, will that affect the subsequent plot? ]

【Yes, but not [-]%. 】

[Then I can only take a gamble. ]

Life is more important than seeing the protagonist Gong.

Xin Lang left for a whole day, and walked in the dark in the early morning. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset was faintly visible, and he hadn't come back yet.

An Mo began to worry.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, An Mo could see the gate. He lived too high to see his face, but he could recognize Xin Lang by his figure.

After an unknown amount of time, the sunset glowed a desperate red in the sky. An Mo took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

His partner is most likely gone.

At this moment, a slight knock on the door suddenly resounded through the apartment. An Mo was taken aback, and quickly moved his wheelchair to the security door, and opened the door without hesitation.

The surprise in his heart and eyes immediately cooled down when he met the strange man outside the door.

"You are……"

Although the man outside the door was tall, he was a little thin. His slightly long hair was very stylish, and there was a trace of surprise on his beautiful face, as if he didn't expect the people inside to open the door so quickly.

Hearing An Mo's question, the man paused for a moment, showing an astonishing smile.

"Hello, my name is Siang, can I have some food?"

Siang.

The protagonist Gong in the original text.

The man who used his own advantages to kill tens of thousands of zombies in the early stage and played around with senior human officials in the later stage.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

An Mo smiled and stood at the door very forcefully.

"Sir, obviously, I don't dare to let you in." After speaking, An Mo gestured with his eyes.

Si Ang was carrying a shotgun behind his back.

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