Chapter 55 Lao Hu

Wow, Wuff--

In the autumn wind, there were no dead bodies in the streets near Dingbang Road, only abandoned cars that slowly rusted in place like a sunken corpse. At this time, Yikang Gynecological Hospital ignited a raging fire, and the high temperature of the flame dispelled the cold around.

The scorching flames devouring everything, and the steel brick wall is melting.

A figure with a dark fire behind it slowly came out of the front hall.

Chen Qinghe's face was tight, and there was a faint color between his eyebrows. He stood in the middle of the street and looked at the moon covered by clouds and fog at the top of the sky, revealing only a vague shadow.

He finally failed!

The ghost of the whole nest was taken as the experimental object, but the result was still the same as before, but it was not without a little gain, at least he vaguely caught a trace of inspiration.

"Try to find another nest."

Chen Qinghe looked around and saw only the scene of emptyness and withering. He muttered, "Since it doesn't work once, I will continue like this all the time. I don't believe that there is no way to succeed."

People always come up with a solution!

Perhaps a large number of ghosts have been tested again. That trace of vague inspiration can make him have some kind of association, and often the success or failure of things is in this flash of inspiration.

I made up my mind and looked up at an eight-story high-rise office building opposite.

-ss,

Chen Qinghe ran to the opposite side and quickly climbed up the second floor of the office building. Then he climbed up quickly and moved forward like an ape with the air conditioner.

The wind of high-rise buildings is roaring.

Chen Qinghe is more than ten meters away, and the street scene under his feet has become smaller.

He had climbed to the seventh floor, exerted his strength with both arms, and firmly grasped the metal bracket of the last air conditioner external machine with both hands. Then, like a pull-up pull-up, he turned over and jumped sideways, grabbed a thick calf pipe nearby, and rolled across the rooftop.

Fly on the ground with your feet and contact with the rooftop floor.

Chen Qinghe had a down-to-earth touch in his heart. He looked from a distance to the southeast at eight o'clock, and a white Ferris wheel standing in the center of the commercial square was particularly conspicuous.

Haifeng Commercial Plaza, covering an area of 1664 million square meters, has more than 130 corridors, attachments, elevators, and nearly 100 themed pedestrian streets, covering shopping, entertainment, leisure, catering, tourism, culture and other functions. This is the largest local commercial square.

Just not far from the edge of Haifeng Commercial Square, there is a martyr cemetery, which is the target of Chen Qinghe. This must be a ghost nest larger than Yikang Gynecological Hospital.

Huh?

However, Chen Qinghe's face suddenly changed.

"This breath..."

How sensitive Chen Qinghe's perception is. He seems to feel a unique breath from Haifeng Commercial Square, which is a breath that makes him frightening and sudden.

In the current apocalyptic stage, even T-3 monsters in Baihai City can be killed casually, which will bring him a sense of danger. Therefore, the breath perceived from Haifeng Commercial Square is obviously a very dangerous signal!

"It's necessary to go and have a look."

This unusual feeling has aroused Chen Qinghe's extreme vigilance. The more this feeling is, the more he has to go deep into the tiger's den and find out what's wrong with it.

"Go from here."

Chen Qinghe's eyes turned to the left hand side.

On the other side of Dingbang Road, Hexia Road, a blue viaduct runs through the main road. This is a local express bus system (BRT) in the form of a special viaduct. Its function is like a human blood vessel connecting all the main roads of the city.

Chen Qinghe turned around to run, and then accelerated with all his strength--

He jumped several meters high and rushed out of the rooftop. The cold night wind like a knife roared in his ear and fell towards the elevated bridge of BRT.

......

At the same time.

Located at BRT Lianguang Station on the main road of Haifeng Commercial Square, this is the nearest BRT station to Commercial Square.

At this moment, the hazy moonlight in the sky reflects the high-rise station full of garbage--

The gate machine (automatic ticket checking system) blocked the bar was broken, and the original advertising columns on both sides have disappeared. The dusty ground could not hide the dry black blood all over the station, and the canopy in the third floor of the waiting area was completely collapsed.

The entry area on the second floor is dark and quiet.

In the narrow ticket room, an old and relaxed hand carefully pushed open the corner of the door. The people inside seemed to be very nervous and dared not breathe for fear of attracting monsters.

Finally, under the hazy moonlight, a door shadow gradually lengthen with the force of the hand.

"Shh!"

The crack of the open door, a white-haired sparse head, was about to lean out of the door but suddenly shrank back. He turned his head and seemed to whisper something to remind him inside.

"Grandpa, don't go."

A timid boy's voice came out.

"Ale, good-"

"Grandpa will be fine. Won't he come back safely last time?"

The old voice pushed the boy's voice down, and the owner of the back looked through the crack in the door from the outside. He whispered to comfort his grandson again, but it didn't seem to work.

"No, don't..."

"Dad, mom said that last time, but they didn't come back in the end."

"Grandpa, you don't have to lie to me."

"Ale knows that his father and mother are dead."

"They will come back forever. If grandpa doesn't come back this time, A Le will be the only one left."

"Woo-hoo... I don't want to be alone. It's so cold at night. There are the sounds of those monsters everywhere. I don't want it, I don't want it, no--"

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker. In the end, he sobbed in the depths and cried very pitifully.

--Alas.

In response to the boy's sobs, there was only a long and sad sigh. The owner of the old and relaxed hand gently pushed open the ticket door, with a pair of cloudy eyes, alert and paying attention to the surroundings.

The old man's face is full of traces of years, the old man's spots, wrinkles, fish eyes, cracked lips... But these make him look more haggard and miserable, with a cring waist and back.

At this time, the boy who hugged him tightly was about eight or nine years old. A pair of black gem-like eyes were flowing with crystal tears. His small face looked white and fleshy, and his two earlobes were as big as Maitreya Buddha.

The old man's name is Hu Mingyao, who is just an ordinary retired employee.

After retirement, he was a famous chess idiot in his community. In order to play chess early and return late, he was also called Lao Hu by his familiar chess friends. Before the end of the world, he was forcibly dragged away by his son-in-law and daughter to visit his wife who was hospitalized for acute gastric ulcers.

Who would have thought that the end of the world would come at the moment they stepped on the bus? Because his son-in-law was a retired special forces soldier, relying on his extraordinary strength, he let the family survive on the first day.

This ticket office is their "home" after the end of the world.