I'm not really a zombie

Yuan Ling, did not come back.

Lin Fang's mind went blank, his brain shut down, and he lost the ability to think.

The low temperature of the night woke him up again.

He dragged his trembling legs to sit down in front of the brazier, his eyes swept over the big bag under the bed.

That Bao Yuanling kept watching very closely, and last night he saw Yuanling stuffing a lot of things into it.

If Yuan Ling was going to leave him and run away alone, it made no sense not to take these with him.

After thinking about this point clearly, the tension in Lin Anxin's heart never completely broke. His ferocious expression softened a little, and he moved towards the brazier again.

It was too cold at night.

Lin Fang rubbed his hands tremblingly, but a thought flashed through his mind.

I don't know if Yuan Ling has crystal nuclei to keep him warm, whether he is cold...

……

Its daybreak.

Yuan Ling still hasn't come back.

Lin Fang touched his growling stomach and opened the big bag under the bed.

Inside were a few clothes, a large bag of whole grains that looked like wheat, three packs of compressed biscuits, eight energy bars, two cans, and three hard candies.

When Lin Fang saw the three pieces of hard candy, he was completely relieved.

He recalled the scene when he saw Yuan Ling for the first time, as if he could only see these simple and rough things in those beautiful eyes.

If Yuan Ling wants to leave, he will never forget to take them with him.

Lin Fang took two energy bars and stuffed the other items back as they were.

He guessed that Yuan Ling might have encountered some trouble outside, so he didn't come back in time.

But a day and a night passed, and it was clear that this was no ordinary trouble.

Yuan Zero needs help.

Lin Fang chewed the energy bar tastelessly, with an expression as if he was eating bark.

After finishing an energy bar in three or five mouthfuls, Lin Fang stood up and pinned the short knife Yuan Ling gave him behind his back, and just went out the door.

Lin Fang walked carefully on the street. Not only did he have to beware of the mercenaries hiding in the dark, he also had to carefully identify every trace on the ground, trying to find the traces left by Yuan Ling, he was very busy.

He wanted to keep quiet so as not to disturb the mercenaries in the dark, so he didn't dare to call out Yuan Ling's name, and tried his best to keep his footsteps light so as not to make any noise, but unfortunately things backfired.

Maybe it was because of being too nervous, he tripped twice along the way, and the noise was not low, but fortunately, it didn't hurt too much, and he didn't alarm anything.

It's really hard to say whether it's good or bad.

Standing at the crossroads, Lin Fang looked in the direction he came and went, and the building where he lived was no longer visible.

He had gone a short distance, but found nothing.

Yes, he didn't know where Yuan Ling went, and he didn't even know the direction. City Z is so big, when will he find it?

But he had no other choice, he had to find Yuan Ling.

He was still a little sensible, and instead of continuing to move forward, he walked back.

There was a premonition in the dark that Yuan Ling didn't go back because of the mercenary. If this was the case, as long as he found these mercenaries, he might be able to find Yuan Ling's whereabouts.

As for the mercenary's car, it was parked no more than three blocks away from the residence, and it never rang again.

In other words, the mercenary was near the residence, so he only needed to search for all the places within three streets of the residence.

Since there is no such direction now, then continue to look for other directions, they will never disappear out of thin air.

Lin Fang searched the streets, and every time he searched a house, he became more nervous, because he didn't know which door there would be armed mercenaries, and which door would hide Yuan Ling .

This is the result of two extremes.If there is Yuan Ling behind the door, then everything is happy. If there are mercenaries behind the door, he wonders if he can escape from the mercenaries of the last days with guns.

Most of the time, he left one house in disappointment, and went to the next house in disappointment, and went to the next house...

Finally, as it was getting dark, he came to the last street.

This place is as quiet as other places, but Quelin smelled a strong smell of blood at the corner of the street. Obviously, some bloodshed happened here not long ago.

Strangely, he actually felt that the smell was a bit pleasant.

Probably too hungry.

Thinking of this, he took out the energy bar and huddled in the corner of the wall to chew.

Lin Fang quickly regained his strength, clenched the short knife in his hand, and opened the door closest to him with a resolute expression.