I'm not really a zombie

Lin stood by the window for a long time.

During this period of time, he has gone through a long journey in his heart. Things that he had no hope for had turned around again, and he was able to turn the corner.

Ben had already accepted the inevitability of death, and tried his best to live without wasting the few remaining lives, but the surprise came unexpectedly, making people unbelievable.

People grow up little by little amid such ups and downs.

Until the sound of "Gulu Gulu" brought him back to his senses, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and began to look at the simple room he was in.

The room is small, with one door and one window, and three single beds.A bundle of black and gray dirty clothes was placed under one bed, and half a wooden board was placed on the middle bed.

And the black luggage bag he was familiar with was placed under the bed where he slept. There was a white mattress and blue quilt on the bed, and there was a red candy and something wrapped in oiled paper.

Lin Fang was familiar with that candy, it was the hard candy he took out from the warehouse space.

The moment he saw the candy, he understood that it was left to him by Yuan Ling.

In the past, if Yuan Ling wanted to go out and didn't have time to tell him, he would leave food for him.This conveys two messages, one is safety around, and the other is time to go out.

Judging how long Yuan Ling will go out based on the amount of food is what he learned during that time.

This is a tacit understanding between the two.

The message expressed by the food in front of me is: the surroundings are safe, come back within half a day, and wait where you are.

Lin Fang felt relieved, took a few deep breaths, and could vaguely smell the long-lost meatloaf in the air.

He hadn't eaten anything good since he came to the end of the world. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he couldn't wait to open the oil-paper package and gnawed on it.

After a big meal, I ate the candy for dessert.

After he was full, he thought of the original question again.

Where did Yuan Ling go?

It has been almost an hour since he woke up, and Yuan Ling has not appeared.

Although everything indicated that Yuan Ling was safe and would not be in danger, he just wanted to see Yuan Ling urgently, wanted to confirm his existence, and wanted to share those happy things with him.

With such thoughts in mind, he turned his gaze to the direction of the door.

I don't go out, I just check what's going on outside the door, and then wait outside the door for Yuan Ling to come back.

Right, that is it.

Lin Fang walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob and pulled it casually. With a "click", the door didn't open, and the doorknob remained in his hand.

He looked at the door and the handle in his hand in disbelief, huh? ? ?this? ? ?

He comforted himself that the quality of this course would deteriorate after a long time.Throwing the doorknob back casually, he began to study how to open the door now.

After studying for a long time, he decided to kick the door open.

Out of his understanding of his ordinary strength, he made several preparatory moves before he closed his eyes and kicked out horizontally. However, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

"Cough, cough, cough."

A major feature of the room in the last days is that there is a lot of dust. Lin Fang sits on the ground, surrounded by dust.He was a little dazed, coughing and wondering, how could this be the result?This fell in the wrong direction, right?

Finally, the dust cleared away, and everything in front of him was so shocking that he couldn't speak.

There is a corridor in front of him, and behind him is the room he just stayed in, with a clear view, but where is the door?

Looking down, there was a big hole in the door, which was being pressed under his body.

Lin Fang stood up numbly, looked at the door with a big hole, and the broken chains and ropes on the ground, and belatedly realized that something seemed wrong.

Is the quality of this door so bad?

He went to the next room with a wooden face, looked at the iron lock on the door, and then gently pushed against the door.

With a "creak", the entire door panel fell inward, bringing up another cloud of dust.

Well, I can confirm that it is indeed his problem.

Lin Fang looked at his hands, wondering, when did his strength become so great?Could this be the power system ability described in the novel?