doomsday lamb

On the way, Lang Hua thought about the previous battle, tilted his head and chatted with Lin Wenjin.

"Uncle Lin, have you noticed those S2s?"

"Those ones that sneak attacked?" Lin Wenjin recalled, "It felt weird. They suddenly appeared without any warning. I didn't notice how they were getting closer. It felt like...like..."

"It looks like Xiaoxiao's 'Phantom', right?" Lang Hua looked at him.

"Yeah. It's very weird."

"Yeah." Lang Hua nodded, "Fortunately, we ran fast. These are probably transformation types. They may have some special abilities that can interfere with human perception. Even I... almost didn't notice it."

Lin Wenjin was surprised: "So serious? If we were surrounded at that time, wouldn't it be tragic?"

"That's why I said it," Lang Hua said with a relaxed smile, "Fortunately we ran fast."

Zhou Jin came closer at this time and smiled casually: "Chief Lang really knows a lot."

The latter took a serious look at him and said, "I am a person who always guesses things fairly accurately."

…

The situation of the pursuers was unclear, and it was like a huge boulder weighing on everyone's hearts. The short ten-minute journey was like a year.

After a "long journey", a modern-style building finally appeared in front of them, and people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Qing Hua, is this here?" Yang Bensheng looked around, wary of possible movements.

"That's right." Yang Qinghua raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and replied breathlessly, "The boss here is a friend of mine. I used to come here often and knew that they were doing interior decoration recently, so on Advent Day

'It happened to be closed those days."

"That's just right," Lin Wenjin patted Yang Bensheng on the shoulder and said happily, "otherwise I don't want to face a room full of black corpses as soon as I open the door. Don't you think so, Brother Sheng?"

Yang Bensheng was convinced: "That's right. It was midnight when the black fog broke out, but the bar was at its most full."

"Coast BAR", Yang Xiaoxiao raised her head and read each word, "Why BAR?"

"Bar is a bar, Xiaoxiao, how did you learn it in school?" Li Liping looked over.

Yang Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a little unconvinced: "I know this, of course I have studied hard. I'm wondering why it's not CLUB."

"Club is a nightclub, that is, NightClub," Lin Qian said casually, "Nightclubs are more inclined to disco bars or song and dance performances, while bars are more casual. There are still some differences between the two."

Yang Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows: "There is a wonderful bartending show in the bar, I still know that."

"Oh~" Lin Qian nodded meaningfully, and in the next second she immediately transformed into an exaggeratedly curious baby, "But where did Xiaoxiao know this?"

"I...I heard it from my friends at school." The latter immediately looked at his nose and nose, and said no more.

…

"But how to open the door? We don't have the key."

Such a sound came from the crowd, and then everyone looked at Yang Qinghua, making the latter's face turn red and looking a little embarrassed.

She shrank her hands and shook her head slightly: "Sorry, I don't have the key either."

Then others looked a little disappointed.

"What are you doing? What are you looking at!" Yang Xiaoxiao was so angry that she pulled Yang Qinghua and stood in front of him, pointing at those people, "You guys, do you think my mother, a weak woman, should be able to open the door?"

She is only a little taller than Yang Qinghua's chin, but she is much more hands-on when she talks.

The survivors didn't even dare to say a word when they heard Yang Xiaoxiao's accusation, so Yang Qinghua subconsciously grabbed her daughter's hand from behind.

Xiaoxiao was inexplicably stiff at this moment, but she immediately shouted away as if nothing was wrong: "Sister Qian, Sister Qian, come here quickly."

"Let's get some powerful pliers to cut the chains or something." Someone in the crowd finally tried to use their brains, although this was a broken brick in the "Throwing Bricks to Attract Love" that could not be broken anymore.

Then others looked at him like a fool and retorted loudly: "Are you blind? What chains, iron chains? Brother, do you think this is the gate of your hometown in the country? This is a security door. Do you understand security doors?"

"Then let's use a saw. The motorized toothless saw I use on the construction site will do."

"Nonsense, you brought it with you? There is no village or shop here. Where do you want us to find a motorized toothless saw? We don't even know where to find a saw blade!"

"Hey, let's find a way to pry it open." One person suddenly remembered something, "Aren't there a lot of thieves on TV? Can you open the door by just poking it with a wire?"

"It might work." Someone nodded thoughtfully.

"What's wrong with farts?" The people around him immediately retorted, "Are you kidding! He himself said he was a master thief. How can we ordinary people pick locks?"

The person who put forward this opinion may feel very unconvinced.

He blushed and continued talking, but his voice was seven or eight times lower: "Maybe... maybe a blind cat meets a dead mouse."

"Does anyone know how to pick a lock? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Now is the time to save everyone's life,"

"No, no." "Neither can I."

"Old Zhao, the lock cylinder in your home was broken before. Didn't you replace it yourself?"

"No, how can I do this? I can't come, I really can't come." Lao Zhao quickly shook his head like a rattle.

Are you kidding? If he wastes time and fails to attack, then he, Old Zhao, will become the sinner that thousands of people point out.

"Forget it," a man wearing glasses in the team shook his head, "Security doors are also divided into grades. There are four grades: A, B, C, and D. You can see a steel seal mark on the side of the security door. Grade A

The anti-theft effect is the best. It takes more than 30 minutes to violently open the door. In addition, it takes 15 minutes for Class B, 10 minutes for Class C, and 6 minutes for Class D. The higher the level of the anti-theft door, the more expensive it is and the better the anti-theft effect."

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him, he pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose and continued: "And the lock cylinders are also divided into good and bad, which are grade A, grade B and grade C. Among them, grade C has the highest anti-theft performance and grade A has the lowest.

The better the lock cylinder, the harder it is to open the lock. With a better lock cylinder, even if you smash the door, you may not be able to open the lock cylinder."

"Is this good or..." someone said hesitantly.

The man with glasses glared at him at this moment: "Do you think the bar can use both good and bad things?"

"this……"

Other shops may not be able to say the same, but the bar in front of them is gorgeously decorated, so it is obvious that they will not be short of such a small amount. Then the result is self-evident. Thinking of this, everyone feels a little depressed.

"Dang, Dang! Click!"

There was a sudden loud noise nearby, which startled everyone.

Directly in front of the team, Lin Qian had already opened the wooden door very efficiently. She carried the giant ax and kicked away the broken wood at her feet while walking in.

Xiaoxiao took Yang Qinghua's hand and followed closely, not forgetting to turn back and glare at these people at the end.

They had seen that look countless times in the past few days, and it had a very single meaning, often saying - "a bunch of trash".

A door that cannot be opened will naturally "open" if it is broken into pieces. And if the door panels are all broken into pieces, no matter how good the quality is and how difficult it is to pick the lock core, it will naturally lose its meaning.

This is probably an extremely simple truth, but since the outbreak of the apocalypse, everyone has become so frightened that they have never thought about it in this direction...

After all, a bar is not a bank, so there is no need to imagine that it will be "violently broken up" by an axe.

But when the thick wooden door, which was about the width of a hand, was smashed into pieces by Lin Qian in front of her, it still made their hearts tremble for a moment. Several people who usually had dishonest eyes were sweating like a waterfall and sweating non-stop.

"Why are you still standing there? Come in and take shelter quickly, everyone." Lin Wenjin smiled happily as her daughter caught the limelight, and she seemed to feel honored.

After passing through the broken anti-theft wooden door, people entered the hall.

Bar stools, drinks, cups and bartending utensils... Lang Hua and others did not dare to turn on the colorful lights of the bar. They just used their flashlights to identify everything in front of them.

There was no movement of the black corpse.

However... the space here seems to be smaller than expected.

Before Lang Hua could put these doubts into words, Yang Qinghua explained:

"This is the front lounge. It sells more carbonated drinks, juices and the like. The real bar is on the basement floor. Come with me."

Yang Bensheng arranged for someone to push several tall wooden cabinets to block the gap in the broken door. Then he called for everyone to follow him and slowly walked up the stairs to the basement in the darkness.

The marble-paved stairs were quite spacious, and the sound of shoes on the stone surface was crisp, making Lang Hua frown.

"Stop!" Lang Hua suddenly shouted in a low voice before he was halfway through.

He pulled Yang Qinghua back, took out the dagger with his other hand, and took a step forward.

"Pfft."

In the darkness, Lang Hua retreated and pushed aside the lifeless black corpse lying on his body.

"It's Lao Zhang, I know him." Yang Qinghua fell to the ground, looked at the white-haired black corpse and exclaimed, "He has always been the gatekeeper here."

"Is there anyone else?" Lang Hua asked Yang Qinghua without looking back.

The other party shook his head: "Probably not anymore. Usually he is the only one doing this job."

Lang Hua nodded in understanding, and unexpectedly knocked the aluminum alloy door frame next to him with the handle of the knife.

The sound of "dang-dang" echoed in the basement stairwell, and the sound waves gradually spread to the distance.

After a few moments, he stopped moving and put his ears on the wall to make some noise. When the others saw this scene, they held their breath and did not dare to say anything.

"Nothing unusual." Lang Hua continued after a while, "But don't let your guard down and follow me."

After passing the stairs, you enter the basement.

With a "click" sound, Yang Qinghua found and turned on the big light in the center of the stage with familiarity.

The light was so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes for a while.

Looking closer, people will see a very retro-style imitation Western-style bar, with elegant and unique decoration, with a strong European style.

There is a one-legged leather stool without a back in front of the tan solid wood counter, and old objects such as mechanical printers are placed on the top of the high wine storage cabinet. Light brown hexagonal floor tiles extend from people's feet to the entire room.

, the dim yellow chandelier light shines on the wooden booths, making the atmosphere in the entire bar become softer. People also turned around and looked at themselves.

"This place is completely below the outdoor floor, so there is no need to worry about lights and sounds leaking out." Having completed the task, Yang Qinghua felt at ease for the time being.

"Wow, Mommy, you are so awesome! I'm going to start worshiping you." Yang Xiaoxiao threw herself into the other person's arms in three steps and then moved her head back and forth against the soft part of his chest.

Yang Qinghua slowly smiled. Her long, black, wavy hair was like a waterfall, which contrasted with her tall figure and snow-white complexion, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Being surrounded by Xiaoxiao under the gaze of everyone seemed to make her a little shy for no reason.

Yang Qinghua's eyelashes are long and trembling slightly, and a blush gradually appears under her warm, peach-blossom-like eyebrows, giving people a vaguely charming look from a distance.

Finally, she pushed Xiaoxiao away, held a strand of hair and said, "Just wait a moment, I'll go find you some food."

But then Lang Hua interrupted her.

"Wait a moment."

He walked to the stage, looked down at everyone, and asked one word at a time:

"Which of you...has been bitten by the Necromorph?"