16 years

Fang Sining didn't know the twists and turns inside the special operations team, and he didn't know that Fu Yan carried a positioning chip with him. At first, he thought the other party was talking about the local rescue team.

He thought to himself that the soldiers were so stupid, and the broadcast was "encouraging self-help", how could they wait for the rescue.

However, it was Fu Yan who contributed more on this journey, so Fang Sining complained a few words in his heart, and finally swallowed the cold water, feeling embarrassed to say it.

In the cold chain warehouse where the power was cut off, there was only a small window on the high wall, and it was still open inside the supermarket. Can see the general outline of the warehouse.

The cold chain warehouse used to store some frozen goods, but now those things are piled up in a corner of the supermarket. I don’t know if they have deteriorated after the power outage.

The dozen or so people who were originally hiding in the warehouse looked like several families gathered together, including the old and weak, women and children, and there were three or four young girls among them, who looked like they were from outside. Wearing eye-catching fluorescent jackets of a similar style, each one is more disheartened than the other.

Sitting in the outermost circle were three young men, one of whom was probably the little girl's father, who was hugging the little girl and talking in a low voice.

The man's voice was very soft, Fang Sining only heard a few words sporadically, as if he was asking the little girl what was going on.

Although the six or seven-year-old child is not very old, he remembers things anyway, knows good and bad in his heart, and understands that he was rescued by the two of them just now, so he quietly said a lot of good things to his father about Fu Yan.

After listening for a while, the man was startled and frightened, and said in a low voice, "Didn't I just ask you to get it from the building? Why did you go out?"

"There are monsters below the building." The little girl looked aggrieved: "I opened the window and went down to get it at home."

As she spoke, she stuffed the black plastic bag she had been protecting into the man's arms, and looked up at him as if taking credit.

Although Fang Sining didn't intend to eavesdrop, this room is extremely quiet, and there is no soundproofing equipment in the empty hall, but if there is a louder sound from that side, he can hear it clearly from this side.

In a few words over there, Fang Sining also heard the matter clearly, and said that this parent's heart is big enough, and the situation outside is so bad, he can let his child go out by himself, so why not die?

Fang Sining held back, and interrupted: "The situation outside is very serious, especially in this supermarket. There are too many infected people. It is really not safe for a child to go out."

"I also know." It can be seen that the man has a good character and well-bred, and he was not angry when he was accused by a stranger. He just sighed heavily and said, "There is nothing to do... The second floor is okay. The pipes in the building are too narrow, and no one can climb out except the child. I originally asked her to go to the corner of the first floor to get something and come back, but she ran out—fortunately, I met you.”

As the man said, he stuffed the plastic bag to the little girl, and gave her a wink. The little girl was also clever, and crawled two steps into the crowd, slipped into the crowd behind and disappeared.

The man touched his body, took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, threw it in front of Fu Yan from a long distance, and said to him: "Brother, is it badly hurt? Give me one to quench the fire."

Fu Yan slightly moved, accepting his kindness.

In fact, he used to be a clean-spirited man, and he didn't drink or smoke. It was only after a few years of struggling in the apocalypse in his previous life that he learned a few ways to entertain himself.

When in the barren mountains and wild mountains, sometimes I need to refresh myself, but I can't always get injections to refresh my mind, so I can only rely on tobacco to top it off.

He and the strange man smoked a cigarette silently separated by more than half of the warehouse, then they each quieted down and began to cultivate their health and rest.

When he came in just now, Fu Yan noticed that although this group of people were in the supermarket, they didn't have many available supplies. It was more like they were "driven" in by the group of zombies outside. They were short of food and water, and their only "property" was Those inedible frozen raw meats by the wall.

In addition, people in peaceful times dare not kill and do not know how to fight. They would rather huddle in cold storage to keep warm than go out to grab food and drinking water from zombies.

Fu Yan closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall, thinking that when Shao Qiu and the others arrived, they would have to clean up the area.

Injured after strenuous exercise, Fu Yan was not in good spirits, and soon fell asleep leaning against a corner of the wall.Fang Sining didn't dare to disturb him, and could only stare at the only ventilation window in a daze.

There was no light source in the warehouse, and he didn't know whether it was dark or bright outside. Fang Sining dozed off several times in a daze, and every time he woke up, his eyes were pitch black.

He was also terrified and frightened these days, and he couldn't relax as soon as he relaxed. He didn't care about the safety of this place for a while, and unconsciously fell asleep several times.

Fang Sining slept crookedly, slid down the wall, accidentally fell on Fu Yan, and suddenly woke up with a jolt.

He subconsciously got up in a hurry, and when he got up, he brushed the side of Fu Yan's neck with the back of his hand, feeling a scorching heat.

Fang Sining froze for a moment, reached out and touched his forehead - it was so hot.

"Do you have a fever?" Fang Sining asked.

After Fang Sining finished asking, he realized that this was nonsense. It was raining heavily outside, and Fu Yanhou had such a big gash on his back. It was no wonder he didn't have a fever after soaking in the rain-soaked clothes.

He didn't deliberately lower his voice when he said this, and soon there was a sound from the warehouse. Immediately afterwards, the man who had passed the cigarette before also asked about the situation.

Fang Sining felt guilty when he was interrogated. He was afraid that the other party would think that Fu Yan was in danger and would drive them out with the help of a large number of people. He quickly explained that he probably had an inflammation of the wound and had nothing to do with the infection.

"I know." The man said warmly, "If you have a fever, you must not be an infected person... That disease is so mysterious that you will die. After a person is infected, the body will slowly start to get cold, and finally it will be as cold as ice. By the time symptoms appear, the wound has already started to rot."

"Why are you so clear?" Fang Sining asked.

The man smiled wryly and said, "Did you see the group of people outside? Most of them escaped with us. We hid in this supermarket together, but after a while, they changed their appearance a little bit. ..."

The man paused for a while, without elaborating, he just said hastily: "If you have seen a lot, you also have experience."

While speaking, Fu Yan also woke up from a light sleep. He seemed to have noticed something wrong with his body, felt it with a frown, and raised his hand to touch his forehead.

"It's all right," he said.

The man on the opposite side hesitated again and again, called his daughter in a low voice, broke something out of his arms and handed it to her, leaned over with his ear, and said a few words.

The little girl nodded, she was not too afraid of Fu Yan, she ran up to him holding the things in her hand, then squatted down, and handed her little hand to him.

In her palm lies a small piece of aluminum foil, with sharp edges and a little rain on the seal.

No wonder, Fu Yan thought, so she went out to find medicine.

"Amoxicillin, it should work." The man said.

Fang Sining looked at the man unexpectedly. In the apocalyptic world, there is a shortage of clothes and medicines, and medicines are even more scarce. He actually gave them to Fu Yan so generously. Even though it was only one piece, it seemed a bit too selfless.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yan and the little girl looked at each other for a while, stretched out his hand, retracted her fingers, and clenched them into a small fist again.

"Take it back, I don't need it." Fu Yan said, "The medicine is hard to find, so keep it for yourself."

Fang Sining: "..."

If the other party is a fool, then Fu Yan himself is obviously not good at it.

Fang Sining said in his heart that you can spread eggs, but you are still here "not taking a stitch from the masses", what kind of consciousness is it?

The little girl looked at Fu Yan blankly, then turned back to look at her father, then ran back and then turned back, replacing the medicine in her hand with a dry coat.

Fu Yan touched it with his hands, and found that the coat was still warm, and he didn't know who it was from the other party.

He accepted the kindness and thanked him from the air.

Fang Sining has lost his temper with him, anyway, even if it is useless to persuade him, Fu Yan would not listen to him.

Fu Yan insisted on believing in his own resistance, and seemed determined to reduce the fever by himself. After refusing the help of medicine, he covered his coat, crouched in a corner and went to sleep.

Fang Sining was not as big-hearted as he was, and he was always muttering in his heart, wondering how he would leave the building if Fu Yan kept acting like this.

He thought of ten thousand retreat methods in his mind, but he didn't have the guts to leave Fu Yan and go out alone. In the end, all the planned retreat routes were drawn up by him, and he was only full of anger.

Fortunately, that group of people treated him well, instructing the little girl to come over and give him half a bag of spicy sticks and half a bottle of water. Fang Sining ate with the biscuits in his pocket, reckoning that he could last for a few more days.

Fu Yan spent most of the time forcing himself to sleep to maintain his strength, Fang Sining could only pass the time by himself.

This kind of dark and dreary environment can easily give people the illusion of time. Soon, even Fang Sining himself didn't know that he had stayed in the supermarket for a few days. In order to maintain his strength, he hardly moved, but kept waking up and falling asleep again. Either staring at the ceiling in a daze, or racing against zombies in a dream.

In the end, he was almost desperate for the "rescue" that Fu Yan said, and was hesitating whether to stay here and slowly starve to death, or rush out to die happily, when suddenly there was a burst of intensive gunfire outside the supermarket.

Fang Sining shuddered, thinking he had misheard.

On the contrary, Fu Yan, who seemed to have been sleeping all the time, opened his eyes, sat up propped up with clear eyes, and clenched the gun in his hand.

"Rescue is here," Fu Yan said.

Fang Sining didn't expect him to be able to say what he said, so he sent a team of "rescue" out of nowhere, and asked who it was in a daze.

The dense bursts of assault rifles were interspersed with the sound of a few short pistols. Fu Yan tilted his head and listened to it, and he knew it—Liu Ruosong had his own habit of shooting targets. Because he was a layman, he was used to static aiming. The gap between gunfire is obvious.

"The person I'm waiting for." Fu Yan said.

As he spoke, he tightened the zipper of his coat, stood up, walked a few steps forward, looked around, and asked the opposite side, "Excuse me, where is the side door of the warehouse?"