poor road [end times]

Before Yang Yiqin left Mrs. Chen's house, he thought of something and reminded him a few words: "I see that you have food in reserve at home. If there is no danger, don't act rashly. Remember to close the doors and windows. It's best not to touch Mr. Chen casually."

Meeting by chance, that's all he can do, he can't help with anything else, and he doesn't have the energy to help for the time being.

There are more important people waiting for him.

Mrs. Chen stood up: "Thank you again, young man. The next thing... I won't bother you. You have to pay attention to your own safety when you go to the city."

"Ok, I know."

After speaking, Yang Yiqin took another look at Mr. Chen, the zombie who was trapped outside the yard.

If you are in a movie, it is the best choice to headshot the opponent at this time.But now, first of all, it is not certain that the other party has indeed become a "zombie". After all, there are indeed other factors in reality that will cause people's behavior to "zombify". Mrs. Chen might not be able to bear the attack in front of her family members.

Although Mrs. Chen looked calm, she might already be unbearable in her heart.

I only hope that the speculation about zombies is like the fake news on TV, which is a similar situation caused by some reason, instead of appearing in groups like in the movie, and biting people can spread the virus.After all, saliva is contagious, and the situation will only get worse. If the mutation range is wide and the speed is fast, it will be difficult for the world to restore the original order in a while.

Saliva... contagious?

Thinking of this, Yang Yiqin suddenly stopped.

"Madam Chen, I have a question for you."

He withdrew his foot from stepping out of the door frame, and his tone was extremely serious.

Mrs. Chen was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Did I just forget to say that if it's really a zombie virus, biting people will cause them to mutate, and in some movies—animals will also mutate?"

"It seems that... I didn't say anything."

The two were speechless.

Yang Yiqin looked towards the bloody stairs.

The bloodstains should have been left by Mr. Chen when he was chasing Mrs. Chen. The dog hair and bloodstains continued from the door on the first floor to the second floor. You can imagine how deep the dog's bite wound was.

"Then do you still remember—" Yang Yiqin asked, "What kind of Alaskan dog was bitten?"

Mrs. Chen: "..."

After a brief silence, she couldn't help but look towards the end of the stairs.

"It happened so suddenly, I, I don't remember..."

Yang Yiqin turned the umbrella in his hand, his eyes became sharp: "This is a headache."

If he didn't have hallucinations, there was a strange noise just now on the second floor.

——In the absence of anyone.

As if responding to the suspicion of the two of them, the originally quiet German Shepherd suddenly roared in the direction of the stairs.

"Mrs. Chen."

Yang Yiqin gripped the umbrella handle tightly.

"...W-what?"

"run!"

It is a pity that Mrs. Chen is already in her 40s, and her reflexes are far behind.

Fortunately, Yang Yiqin was not an ordinary person. The moment the shadow on the second floor rushed down, he swung the umbrella with his backhand and hit it back with a "bang".The black shadow hit the wall, leaving a deep red bloodstain.

With the help of the extremely dim light, the two of them could barely see the whole picture of the black shadow.

This is an adult Alaskan dog. The bitten neck is bloody and bloody, the blood is coagulated into dark brown clots, and the eyes are scarlet and cloudy.Its teeth were sharp, and a foul-smelling yellow mucus flowed from the corners of its mouth. Its movements were not as rigid as humans', but looked more swift and violent than before.

At least when we met before, although this big dog was noisy, it was basically just cute and not aggressive.

"Wow woof! woof woof!"

The German Shepherd rushed over, howling at the zombie dog in great sorrow.

Yang Yiqin held the umbrella handle tightly, exerted strength with his hind legs, stared at the direction of the zombie dog for a moment, and calculated the distance and strength between each other in his mind.Winning is definitely possible, but the clothes worn in summer are too thin, and the arms and other parts are exposed without any protection measures. Once injured, the risk of infection cannot be ruled out.

He has no intention of being planted here.

"Ow!"

"Ahhh!"

The roar of the zombie dog and Mrs. Chen's cry sounded at the same time.

With a low growl, the zombie dog rushed towards Yang Yiqin, its fangs and claws fully opened, and it opened its bloody mouth with the momentum of crushing bones.An adult dog weighs more than 30 kilograms, and the impact of its full force cannot be underestimated.

Yang Yiqin sideways avoided the zombie dog's attack and kicked its foreleg.

The skeleton of the zombie dog's forelimb was hit hard, and it fell to the ground in an instant, turning several somersaults in succession due to inertia.Yang Yiqin reached out and grabbed the middle of the long umbrella neatly, erected the umbrella, and stabbed the fierce dog quickly.

At the same time, the zombie dog, which couldn't feel the pain, opened its mouth to Yang Yiqin again.

"Pfft-"

The umbrella tip pierced the zombie dog's mouth, pierced its upper jaw, and protruded from the back of its head.

Dark brown stinky blood clots immediately splashed everywhere.

The zombie dog was limp and rotten, completely losing its ability to move.

The German Shepherd on the side came over and stuck out his tongue, trying to lick the blood on the zombie dog's corpse, but after a pause, he withdrew the tip of his tongue, and there was an inexplicable look of grief in his eyes that were as dark as pearls.

This is a pet dog with a very high IQ.

Mrs. Chen came over dumbly, knelt down and hugged the German Shepherd's neck and began to cry, her voice drowning out the sound of the wind and rain.She seemed to accept something suddenly, and she didn't know whether she was crying for Alaska or for Mr. Chen.

Yang Yiqin finally had a real feeling and began to feel some kind of cruelty.

Doomsday.

More cruel than imagined.

The zombie outside the yard roared, no different from animals.

Perhaps not as good as an animal.

"It's too dangerous, it's really too dangerous." Mrs. Chen still hugged the German Shepherd, her tone sounded as kind as ever, but mixed with despair and compassion, "It must be more dangerous for you to go outside, we are all ordinary People, and I'm not a master of acting in TV dramas... If you were my child, I wouldn't let you leave home with confidence."

Yang Yiqin said, "Although I'm not Mrs. Chen's child, don't look at me like this, I'm still very good at fighting."

Using the long umbrella as a sword, he made a few beautiful moves as if joking, and then glanced at the sky outside.

"and--"

"The rain has stopped."

must leave.

----

Yang Yiqin's father is in excellent physical condition. Affected by the prevalence of martial arts movies, Yang's father was sent by his grandfather to study at the Shaolin Temple closest to them since he was a child. He began to participate in various competitions in his teens, and soon entered the national martial arts team.In his twenties, Yang's father retired and became a primary school physical education teacher. He fell in love with Yang's mother, a Chinese teacher at the same school, and gave birth to Yang Yiqin.

Now, even though Yang's father has retired, his body is still as strong as 40 or [-] years old, and few young people can beat him.

Growing up in such a family background, Yang Yiqin was inevitably trained by Yang's father from a young devil, and has always been good at martial arts.When he was in elementary school and junior high school, the students in the nearby schools did not dare to provoke him, not because his parents were both teachers, but because there used to be a group of provocative gangsters who fought and bullied the female students in his class, and he acted bravely Unexpectedly, several people's front teeth were blown away, and one person's arm was broken. The scene was once very tragic.

After that, he was taught a lesson by Yang's father, and he was forced to recite Tang poetry and Song Ci by Yang's mother at home for a month, and finally helped his grandfather to do a summer job for two months.

But Father Yang didn't stop training him because of this.

What Father Yang meant was that as long as the reason was right, Yang Yiqin could fight with others. After all, he was not allowed to practice sports since he was a child to make him suffer.But you have to control your speed, you can't kill, and even if the other party is wrong, you have to stop it, not to the point of going to the hospital.

Because the original intention of training is not to fight and kill.

Thanks to Yang's father, among other things, Yang Yiqin is full of confidence in terms of physical fitness. He is a typical figure that looks thin when dressed and undressed. He is also light and nimble at a height of 1.8 meters.

Power banks, buckets filled with pre-boiled water, hemp rope, scissors, a few snacks, coats, cardboard boxes, wide tape, crowbars that I finally found...

——Yang Yiqin found all the few things that could be called supplies in the villa.

"It's really barren."

He couldn't help but speak.

Although the rain had stopped, the sky was still cloudy and yellow, and the air still smelled of sand and dust.Overlooking the high-rise buildings from a distance, almost all of them are covered with a layer of gray-yellow rusticity, and it seems that it will not dissipate for a while.

Although Yang Yiqin wanted to go to the city center, he didn't want to go to the very center, but somewhere in the middle—the place where he and Feng Lin first met, and it was also near where Grandpa Feng Lin lived before his death.

Before Grandpa Feng Lin passed away, it was specifically stated in the will that this property should be left to Feng Lin.Until now, they still live there a few days a week, and the last time was just before coming to the villa.

That place was a little far from Feng Lin's studio, but not so far from the villa.

Because of family reasons, even after being together with Yang Yiqin, Feng Lin often worries about gains and losses.The two of them are straightforward, so they always bicker in life. Whenever there is friction, Feng Lin will say to Yang Yiqin, "If you are angry, you must go to the place we just met, so I can find you." and so on.

Feng Lin's careful thinking is obvious, the place he just met is near the neighborhood of Grandpa Feng's house, and Yang Yiqin's going there is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

But Yang Yiqin never refuted once, and always nodded dispensably.

Feng Lin thought he didn't listen, and would bring up the old matter again next time.

In fact, Yang Yiqin remembered it all.

To this day, Feng Lin still thought that Yang Yiqin was being stalked by him, so he reluctantly agreed to date him.And Yang Yiqin is not very good at expressing emotions in this aspect. Although he said he likes it, the other party doesn't seem to believe it, which makes him feel extremely awkward, coy and coy like a little princess.

——In spite of this, if two people get along for a long time, they will definitely be able to see each other's mind clearly.

Yang Yiqin thought so before.

But now, it's only been a few hours, and a long-term relationship suddenly becomes something that can't be met.If he had known that human beings could really catch up with the end of the world, he should have grabbed Feng Lin by the collar and straightened out the awkward thoughts of the two of them one by one, so that guy wouldn't "run away from home" in the morning.

Forget it.

It's too late to say anything.

As long as Feng Lin is safe, the little princess will be the little princess.

While thinking wildly, Yang Yiqin cut open the cardboard box with scissors, and then wrapped the cardboard around his forearm with wide tape.In this way, if there are many zombies outside, it can resist attacks and bites.

A thick winter coat has the same effect, but even if you can bear to wear cotton clothes in summer, there are no winter clothes in the villa.

After getting everything ready, Yang Yiqin put on his backpack, picked up his weapon, and walked towards the backyard.

From here to the target community, the best path he can think of is to take a section of high speed and then turn to the city road.Although Beijing City is prone to traffic jams no matter what day of the week, the remote location of the villa, coupled with the abnormal weather in the past few hours, will definitely reduce the number of people traveling by car, and cars are currently the best choice.

Others wait until the prosperous area, and then it depends on the situation.

Last night, Yang Yiqin and Feng Lin came here together, and the original plan was to return to the city together, so they only drove one car.In the trunk of the car, there is always a mountain bike.

It is worth mentioning that the villa area is a little far away from the subway station and the business district. Cars and bicycles are their only means of travel. Walking out is equivalent to a masochistic marathon.

Thinking back to Feng Lin rushing out the door in the morning...

Yang Yiqin walked quickly to the garage.

——Sure enough, that guy ran away from home on a bicycle.

There really is his.