16 years

It is a great hidden danger to allow patients in the infection period to stay in the crowd, but it is meaningless to pursue responsibility now, Fu Yan made a gesture to signal He Feng to isolate other ordinary people in a safe zone.

The man struggled violently, his nose and tears were all over his face, Shao Qiu folded his arms, put his knees against the opponent's back, and pinned him down on the ground, with his hands already touching his waist Holster on.

"Misunderstanding!" Among the crowd, the man's old mother shouted tremblingly: "We checked when we came in. There is no wound, so it is impossible to get sick!"

Yang Fan was also very hesitant. He looked at the two old men without much patience, and asked Fu Yan hesitantly, "Is it possible that it is epilepsy?"

"It's not like." Shao Qiu and Fu Yan looked at each other, and whispered: "Captain, come and touch it."

Fu Yan walked up silently and reached out to touch the back of the man's neck.The skin of the tentacles was cold, and the muscles were tense and stiff. Fu Yan hooked his fingers to the side of the man's neck, and found that even the pulse of his arteries began to gradually ease.

In fact, compared to everyone present, Fu Yan, who has lived in the apocalypse for three years in his previous life, has already seen the result earlier, and now he is just confirming his conjecture.

"It's infected." Fu Yan frowned, and asked without looking back, "Has he ever gone out?"

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment before realizing that Fu Yan was asking them. As a potential leader among this group of people, Yang Fan thought about it and accepted the question.

"Go out." Yang Fan said: "Actually, before you guys came, we tried to go out to find food once—unfortunately, there are too many zombies outside, and many pipes are too narrow for us to climb in, so we tried it." , came back."

"Has he come into contact with zombies?" Fu Yan asked.

"Probably not." Yang Fan shook his head hastily: "Although we men were scattered at the time and chose different pipes, there are really too many zombies down below, and we can't grab things even if we go down. They all withdrew when they saw something was wrong.”

Seeing that he couldn't find anything to ask, Fu Yan turned his head to look at the man who kept shouting for pain, and asked, "Can you hear me clearly?"

The man whimpered and nodded with difficulty.

Fu Yanbi gestured to him and asked, "How much is this?"

"Three." The man said inarticulately.

"Did you encounter anything when you went out, did you come into contact with zombie body fluids, or were you attacked at close range?" Fu Yan asked.

"No." The man was uncontrollably stiff and convulsed. He frowned, his expression extremely painful, but he still tried his best to answer Fu Yan's question: "I only... only ate a small tomato."

"Where did it come from?" Fu Yan asked.

"There's a pot of small tomatoes in the... decoration area." The man said, "I was so hungry, so..."

The man's uncontrollable saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, Fu Yan withdrew his hand, stood up, and nodded to the crowd in the distance.

"It's already infected." Fu Yan said, "That pot of tomatoes should be a pollutant."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old couple gasped and almost fainted, and they were embraced by Yang Fan quickly.

"But—" the man cried vaguely, "but it's clean. I looked at it for a long time before I dared to eat it."

Before he finished speaking, his whole body began to twitch violently again. He seemed to have finally discovered the changes in his body. He no longer cried out for pain, but began to cry.

The old couple on the other side of the crowd also cried like they were about to die, struggling to come over, but were stopped by He Tang and Yao Tu.

"Let's deal with it." Fu Yan said.

Before the man completely lost his mind, it is obviously the safest way to deal with the situation now, Shao Qiu nodded knowingly, forced the man to stand up, turned his head and walked towards the aisle towards the side door.

Everyone present knows that there is no cure for the evil virus outside, and if you get infected, you will die. If you leave it alone, you will even die with everyone.

But a person who was still alive just now suddenly mutates before his eyes, even if everyone knows the ending, it will still hurt him.

Fang Sining even turned his face away, unable to bear to look.

Everyone in this room knows that to minimize the damage, now is the best chance to "deal with" the man, but the man has not completely mutated into a monster. From an emotional point of view, throwing him out of this room now is the best chance It was as if he was going to send him to die with his own hands.

Everyone understands the truth, but in this room, only Fu Yan has the courage and responsibility to bear this result.

He looks like a rock-hard man, without hesitation in making decisions, like a cold-blooded mission worker with efficiency first.

But Liu Ruosong knew that his heart was definitely not as calm as it seemed - if there was anyone present who most wanted to save these people, it must be Fu Yan.

"Where are you taking him?"

The old lady slapped her thighs with trembling hands, she didn't know where the strength came from, she pulled away Yang Fan's hand that was supporting her, and staggered towards them.

He Tang was startled, and rushed over in a few steps, wrapping his arms around the old lady.

"Mom—" the man cried and yelled, "You, don't come here!"

He was crying without image, his facial features were twisted into a ball, being restrained by Shao Qiu, he looked like a thin chicken cub, shaking all over his body, he didn't know whether it was from cold or fear.

But even so, he still tried his best to shake his head in the direction of the old lady, frantically beckoning her to go back.

"You and my dad are doing well!" The man shrank into a ball with fear, his face covered with tears, but he still stammered, "I can live as long as I can, and I will be your son in the next life." !"

"Don't blame others!" The man's tone was urgent, as if mustering the last bit of courage, he closed his eyes and shouted: "I don't want to hurt anyone either."

"Son-"

The old lady suddenly let out a shrill roar. She was hanging on He Tang's arms, and she stretched out her hand in the direction of the man eagerly, crying until her heart broke.

"Don't come, don't come." The old lady cried and said, "What's so good about this world, but don't let your life be eaten like this again."

The old lady cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath, she rolled her eyes and fainted limply in He Tang's arms.

He Tang sighed, helped her back to the corner, and lay down side by side with the old man who passed out before.

Fu Yan and Shao Qiu disappeared into that corridor one after the other, and it took about two or three minutes before they left and returned.

The atmosphere in the warehouse was dull, and Yang Fan's wife hugged Yang Yun, sobbing softly.The two young girls hugged each other, and their shoulders shrugged from crying.

In the last days, no one can guarantee that he will live until the day when the clouds will bloom and the moon will shine. Today is his death, and tomorrow it may be his death. Everyone is a wisp of dust in the general environment, and it may dissipate one day without being noticed by anyone. Know.

They are crying for their friends, their companions, and their future selves.

The apocalypse has just begun, and the survivors scattered in the apocalypse have already realized the insignificance and fragility of human life.

Fu Yan strode over, He Feng and Yao Tu automatically backed away to make way for Fu Yan.

Fu Yan walked up to Yang Fan and said, "This place is not good for a long time, we are going to leave."

This result is not unexpected, Yang Fan smiled wryly, nodded, and said, "Anyway, thank you, otherwise we would all..."

"What are your plans? If you want to go to a nearby military area for help, I can escort you all the way with a small team." Fu Yan said.

Yang Fan was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to make such a suggestion.He was obviously moved for a moment, but when he turned his head and looked around, he hesitated again.

"Forget it, the military area is too far away, more than 200 kilometers, and there are too many variables." Yang Fan said in a low voice: "If I was alone, I would definitely run away, but I will drag my family with me, and I can't bet." For the most part, it’s better to stay here. At least this is a safe place—if you’re really hungry and thirsty, you can go out through the pipeline and try to find something to eat. Although it’s not a cure for the symptoms, the risk is much smaller than running out.”

"What about you?" Fu Yan asked.

Obviously, most of the remaining people have the same idea as Yang Fan. They are a large group of old and weak women and children, unlike Fu Yan and his young, strong and well-equipped elites. Get out of practice.

Fu Yan nodded, instead of forcing them to go with him, he waved at Shao Qiu and made a gesture.

Shao Qiu and He Feng nodded at the same time, and in the next second, they loaded their guns, and the guns in their hands made a mechanical sliding sound.

Yang Fan shivered for a moment, instinctively afraid of firearms.

"Clear the field." Fu Yan said.

Liu Ruosong didn't realize what it meant at first, but soon, all members of the action team went out through the side door.

Not long after, there was a burst of gunshots outside the house. Yang Fan and his wife looked at each other, and they both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes.

The gunfire outside did not stop, Yang Fan hesitated for a while, then got up and walked towards the side door.

He cautiously approached the half-closed door, then peeked out through the crack.

I saw the action team wearing training uniforms moving forward in a cross-group mode. The single-point power of the assault rifle was so powerful that it could almost kill the head with one shot, and never wasted bullets.

——They are zombies clearing this building.

To say it wasn't a surprise would be a lie.

From the last days to the present, Yang Fan has almost become numb.These days, I don't know how many people died in front of him, or turned into monsters. Before entering the cold chain warehouse, everything was smashed and looted outside. It seemed that social order and moral principles had disappeared overnight.People began to rack their brains again in order to "survive", wishing to do everything they could.

Under such a major premise, all good moral qualities have become luxuries. Yang Fan never imagined that this group of people is still insisting on the seemingly rigid and empty bottom line of "protecting the masses".