Chapter 1 Night at the Long-distance Bus Station

Three days later.

The earth-shaking disaster in Jinhe Town, but the demon did not give up because of the escape of human beings.

The Monroe family, the Moore family dispatched a special team to search for human murderers day and night.

Jinhe Town, Quanchuan City, 200 kilometers away.

Before the end of the world, this was a coastal city with a developed manufacturing industry. Now this once prosperous city has already been reduced to ruins under the torrent of monsters.

Sore, dilapidated, desolate——

This is Quanchuan City, two months after the end of the world.

The night moon hangs high, and the frost and cold moon shines on the earth.

In the moonlight, a figure walked silently in the wide parking lot holding an aluminum kettle.

A pair of old sneakers without shoelaces and replaced by plastic ropes have been stepped on, and a plastic brand buried by sand.

creaking, the sneakers fell and stepped on the edge of the plastic plate. As can be seen from the plastic card text on one side of the sole, this is the departure time plate of Wuzhou Bus Station in Quanchuan City.

This is the Wuzhou Bus Terminal before the end of the world.

Now this is a temporary gathering place for human survivors.

A hundred meters behind the shadow, there are several flashes of fires in the passenger waiting hall, and many survivors can be seen through the dim bonfire.

The lid of the aluminum kettle opened, and the figure stood in front of a cement pool, bending down and holding the kettle in the cold water.

The water in the pool is about 30 centimeters deep, which is the rainwater saved in recent days.

"Gulu~"

The kettle was filled with rainwater, and the figure's wrist exerted a little force to raise the aluminum kettle from the water.

The left and right hands were exchanged, and the right hand was dumped by the rain.

There was a wet spot on the cracked cement floor at the foot of the shadow, but the figure did not leave immediately, but stood by the pool and inserted his right hand, which was stiff and numb by the cold wind, into the pocket of the military coat.

"Wow--"

The right hand was inserted into the cotton pocket, and the figure moaned comfortably.

The figure is ordinary, the nose wings are very wide, the lower lip is thick, and there are several fresh scabs on the cheeks.

His name is Luo Hui, a Chinese who grew up in the United States.

Before the end of the world, I followed my parents and family back to the coast of the mainland to visit relatives, but I never thought of encountering the end of the world. I was forced to be separated from my family in the chaos and struggled alone in the end of the world.

"It's so cold~"

The cold wind blew, and Luo Hui shivered.

Suddenly, he was very energetic, and his hunger was replaced by cold.

Luo Hui carried an aluminum kettle and quickly walked to the waiting hall that collapsed under the attack of monsters.

He wants to return to the motorcade as soon as possible, shrink to the warm bonfire, and then take a sip of hot warm water to dispel the cold.

After a while, Luo Hui returned to the team.

He sat on a piece of cardboard and raised the palm of his hand to the burning bonfire.

"Sister Hong, hurry up."

"Maybe Brother Run will turn around and come back when he smells the food made by his sister-in-law."

"Hey, what's the matter with the kid's eyes so big!"

"Brother Xiong, you are drooling."

"Kid, where did you see it!"

"..."

Several survivors sat around the bonfire, including burly young people and young children in school uniforms. They held bowls and chopsticks in their hands. Although the chat had never been interrupted, they stared at the iron pot on the temporary stove.

A strong aroma of rice is floating around through the cracks in the lid of the pot.

Luo Hui greedily sucked the air mixed with the fragrance of rice. His throat subconsciously rolled up and down, and his mouth secreted a lot of saliva.

"Haha!"

Laughter echoed in the messy waiting hall.

Smelling the stronger fragrance of rice, Luo Hui narrowed his eyes comfortably. He could feel that there were hundreds of pairs of eyes in the hall at this moment, focusing on the rice cooker that was about to be cooked.

The sound of swallowing did not stop for a moment.

However, no survivors took any action. They all endured hunger and just sat in place and looked at each other.

These eyes have envy, disdain, pain and yearning--

The end of the world has come for two months, and it is more and more difficult to find food.

However, among the hundreds of survivors gathered in the waiting hall at this time, there was no evolutionist. Everyone, like Luo Hui, is an ordinary person who faces monsters and has no power to counter his hand.

In an increasingly harsh living environment, a mouthful of hot and soft rice is more desirable.

Not to mention Luo Hui's team, in addition to quantitative rice, each person can also be assigned a small bag of side dishes for rice. This is a fatality for every survivor in the hall.

There are many fierce survivors who secretly hold weapons, just like hungry dogs staring at their prey eating, waiting for the opportunity to grab it.

However, most of the people restrained their thinking of grabbing a few shiny metal cold rifles before sweeping the bonfire.

With only simple weapons such as daggers and knives, they are not the opponents of Luo Hui's team, which has robbed a police arsenal, let alone ten professionally trained special police officers and veterans.

Even if ordinary citizens like them have enough courage and courage, how can they only rely on close weapons such as daggers to fight with powerful hot weapons?

So I can only bear it!

Watch the food being enjoyed by the same kind.

"Ahui."

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows sat next to Luo Hui with a black pistol.

Huh?

"Fourth Uncle--"

Luo Hui moved his position and gave up a seat for the visitor.

This middle-aged man is called Lv Sizhong. A retired armed policeman before the end of the world is a master of shooting in the top three in the team, so he is respected by many league members.

"What do you think of the woman who came today?"

Lu Sizhong raised his thick eyebrows and his eyes fell on a school bus on the edge of the hall.

Although the glass of the car was dark, Lv Sizhong seemed to be able to faintly see the figure walking in it.

"I didn't have a chance to communicate with her."

"I only know that this woman is called Zhuo Ya, Ukrainian--"

Luo Hui frowned. After two months, he spoke Chinese very fluently, and his accent could hardly be heard that he had lived in a white community in the United States for nearly 20 years.

"Alas, I don't know what this woman has to do with that mysterious young man."

Lv Sizhong sighed in a low voice, and the scene of seeing the charming exotic woman for the first time came to his mind.

A camouflage suit with dazzling long golden hair.

This morning, Chen Run, the leader of the convoy, was very impressed by the scene brought by Zhuo Ya with a member of the patrol team.

In addition to the exquisite and impeccable appearance, Lv Sizhong remembers the most about the metal rifle carried by a science fiction movie. As a retired armed policeman, he is also an armory fan!

So while she was amazing to Zhuo Ya's appearance, she was also moved by her carrying weapons with her.

"After she came, we didn't have much chance to get in touch with the mysterious young man and the three companions brought by the man."

Luo Hui picked up a broken wood on the ground and threw it into the burning bonfire.

Paz, the broken wood in the bonfire splashed with sparks.

"Yes."

Lv Sizhong nodded slightly.

Now the team can eat such a delicious meal, which is entirely due to the mysterious young man. Lv Sizhong still remembers that this young man was like a treasure house. Obviously, he had not left the school bus for a step, but he could keep taking out the necessities like magic.

It's incredible!

But it was the first time I met this mysterious young man.

It was midnight like today, but the sky was drizzling and the temperature was extremely cold. At that time, Lv Sizhong happened to be on patrol. He, together with the leader Chen Run and others, and 20 survivors from other teams in the waiting hall, found this person outside the passenger station.

At that time, the mysterious young man was covered with injuries, and his thin coat was almost stained red by blood. Such a sickly and not strong young man actually resisted three survivors who were also seriously injured and wore unknown armor, but completely unconscious.

The cold wind is blowing, and the dim starlight shines on the earth.

Lv Sizhong's eyes flashed with memories. What the young man said at that time seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

Take me to a place to rest--

Then, when they came to their senses, a knee-high wooden box appeared beside the young man.

That wooden box is very ordinary!

But almost at the same moment, the survivors present realized what was inside the wooden box.

Food, daily necessities, medicines...

Although the wooden box was not opened, it aroused the reverie of all the members of the patrol at that time.

The same is true of Lu Sizhong.

So a cruel battle began, and Lv Sizhong was unforgettable. At that time, under the rain of bullets, the young man held three dying companions in his arms. He looked indifferent and silent, and witnessed the end of the whole battle from the beginning.

In the end, one more person died and three people were slightly injured. They destroyed two convoys, killed a total of fifteen people and seriously injured ten people, and swallowed the wooden box of the mysterious young man.

Then, Lv Sizhong and his companions pried open the knee-high wooden box with a dagger. When they saw what was in the box, everyone looked ecstatic.

That's a bag of rice!!

At that time, there were more than 100 bags.

However, Lu Sizhong noticed that the mysterious young man showed a bag of rice inside after the wooden box was pried, and his expression remained unchanged. Even if there was a deep visible meat wound on the young man's forehead at that time, the blood was still trickling out, but it had not changed.

This expression of excessive indifference makes everyone afraid.

Even if the team has the strongest personal strength, he used to be a special forces soldier, and Chen Run, the tough leader, is also full of waves because of mysterious young people.

Although the sudden surprise was overwhelming, in the end, they took the young people back to the bus terminal with fear and speculation, and also spared school buses for the young people.

"Fourth uncle, wait a minute--"

Before Luo Hui said anything, the voice of the leader's wife Du Peiling came to his ears.

"It's ready!!"

Du Peiling's slightly higher voice sounded.

Luo Hui, Lu Sizhong and other members looked sideways and saw that the big iron pot was carried into the stove by two survivors and placed on the cracked marble floor.

Bong.

The sound of the iron pot landing attracted other survivors in the hall.