Mist

Pocket drones the size of bees flew away from the windows and hovered over the city. During the flight, the real-time images were transmitted to the communicator during the monsoon rain, and then projected as a holographic image for observation.

"There are still survivors in the city." Zhou Mingxuan pointed to a picture, "Look, there is thick smoke here!"

On the screen, the face of the city is gradually revealed.

Dilapidated street scenes and damaged roads all indicate that civilized society has disappeared from this city. Like the area where they are currently located, there are only traces of zombies in other streets.

"There must be survivors. Didn't we almost get hit by that space car just now?"

When Li Chun said this, he couldn't hide his anger and regret.

"Damn, if it wasn't for the space car, Brother Wen wouldn't have been hurt like this... I really couldn't do better at that time!"

During the rainy season, he said, "I reminded me to be late."

Li Chun opened his mouth and said, "Counselor Ji, I didn't mean that."

"Okay, he didn't mean that."

Song Qinglan looked at the location pointed out by Zhou Mingxuan with a binoculars. In the camera, three or four people on the top of that building are stacking fuel in a large blue iron bucket, and on the ground there is a huge "SOS" written in white paint. It can be seen that they are calling for help.

"There are survivors waiting to die."

Not far away, the black wall that swallowed everything stood quietly.

There are zombies in the front and a black wall in the back. These people, just like them, barely survive in the cracks, maybe they don't know when they will be finished.

As far as I can see, countless zombies are coming out of various buildings, communities, subway entrances and other places. When there is no "predator" of the same kind in the surroundings, these zombies act like ordinary people, walking slowly or slowly, just wandering around aimlessly. As more and more zombies took to the street, at a glance, the crowded heads were as lively as New Year's Eve in the past.

Song Qinglan observed for a few minutes and frowned: "These zombies still retain their social habits?"

Zhou Mingxuan took the binoculars and looked at it, and found this too: "Weird, they are going home to sleep and get up early in the morning to go shopping?! They really love life!"

On the black wall, the sun flooded the city.

Song Qinglan looked at the drone footage during the monsoon rains, her stern profile stretched, thoughtful.

At the Park Management Office, Song Qinglan used a saber to open the eyelids of the caretaker's corpse to observe. This was the closest distance. The muddy gray-white eyeballs of the corpse suddenly appeared in Song Qinglan's mind. He suddenly figured it out: "It's light. "

Everyone looked at him.

Song Qinglan said: "We arrived here at 4:30 in the morning. Except for the tramp, we didn't encounter any large-scale zombies on the road until the sun came out—"

Song Qinglan doesn't need to say the next thing.

The first wave of zombies the team encountered was when the first ray of sunlight into the city appeared.

"Look at it." Song Qinglan pointed to the drone screen, "Zombies are clustered. Many of the places where they walk out are underground passages, subway stations, buildings, etc. Most of these places are brightly lit all night."

"I assume that the virus invades their optic nerves and damages their eyeballs. They can't see things clearly, so they react strongly to light. In addition to sounds and smells, they instinctively follow their kind to chase places with light and brighter light."

After listening to the captain's analysis, everyone gave initiation.

Li Chun raised his head and looked at the luminous crystal lamp in the hall, then walked over and turned it off.

Everyone acquiesced to this behavior.

But then, another question came again.

During the rainy season: "If these zombies chasing light can barely be called light chasers, what does the dark chasers mentioned by the mission target mean?"

This question is temporarily unsolvable, and no one can answer it.

Zhou Mingxuan thought for a while: "Then we want to go safer at night, and these things will go back to the nest at night?"

"Not necessarily." Song Qinglan said, "Not all zombies will gather underground, and some will always stay outside. Compared to their sensitivity to light, these zombies are more sensitive to sounds and smells, forgetting that we were in the corridor just now. The battle here?"

Li Chun: "Yes, they are a little blind, but they are fast!"

Song Qinglan said: "The most important thing is that no matter how you look at it, we can't wait that long."

In the hall, Duan Wen was still in a coma.

They have to find a pharmacy to get Duan Wen with medicine and anti-inflammatory, otherwise, let alone the legs, they may not be able to save their lives.

Song Qinglan is a very active person, he has sorted out his thoughts in a short period of time. He zoomed in on the bird’s-eye view of the current building: “Besides, it’s actually very beneficial to us now.”

"Just now, Tang Le and Zhou Mingxuan went to see it. In addition to the unusable elevator, there are four fire-fighting stairs in the Runjin Building."

"The one in the left corridor is blocked, not to mention the one we came up just now, so there are only two to choose from. If it's not good, the situation is better for the other one."

"Go down the fire stairs and you can directly enter the underground passage-now the zombies are almost all on the street, and the underground is relatively safe on the ground. The underground passage connects to the main road, which is the ground exit."

Song Qinglan drew a green line on the holographic map and quickly analyzed it.

"According to the real-time situation returned by the drone, after exiting from the ground, we can take the route with the fewest zombies and find the pharmacy or hospital as soon as possible. This is the ideal way to break through. The only question is: which fire channel to choose."

Li Chun: "Choose one of the two, 50% win rate."

Zhou Mingxuan elbows him: "Why don't you say that if you choose the wrong 50%, you will die?"

Li Chun looked at Tang Le and blinked at Zhou Mingxuan: "Lao Zhou, this is wrong with you, people always want to be good!"

As he was talking, the drone screen flashed suddenly and the screen went black.

A prompt appeared on the projection: [Warning, drone is offline]

"Fuck! The black wall has moved here!" Zhou Mingxuan walked to the window and took a look, and yelled, "We have to go quickly!"

Everyone was surprised.

Sure enough, the black wall did not know when, it spread silently and moved to the street of the convenience store. Not only did the drone "eat" it, it was about to move over!

Originally, the images sent back by the drones needed to be synchronized to generate the map, and there was a time difference of several minutes. God knows they just had a plan. It is really a rainy night!

Song Qinglan couldn't help taking a picture of the desktop.

Checked the storage situation during the rainy season: "It's okay, I wrote down the road map. I can draw the nearest pharmacy and hospital."

"The image data that has been scanned in a hurry, countless streets are distributed, you can paint?" Song Qinglan held the fire, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you more confident?"

During the rainy season, I looked at the black wall, and then at the time on the communicator: "What if I draw it?"

Song Qinglan: "..."

Knowing that he was in a hurry, he continued during the monsoon rain: "You don't need to draw so much, it's enough to draw the most suitable route. Give me five minutes."

Everyone: "???"

Is consultant Ji crazy? !

It didn't even take five minutes to finish drawing the picture during the rainy season.

At first everyone thought he was just talking, after all, how could a person remember all the unfamiliar routes and the road conditions on each road. However, as the map became more and more complete, the southeast and northwest directions were tightly closed, and the unthinking outlines during the monsoon rain made everyone secretly startled and did not dare to underestimate it.

When the road map was completely presented, Song Qinglan scanned it hastily, and then sent the road map to everyone’s communicator, hurriedly saying: “Go separately, and meet at the agreed place if you get separated. Go to the pharmacy, where circumstances permit. Under the conditions, try to find bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs, splints, etc., which is not too much. You must run desperately when you see the black wall. Zombies are nothing in front of the black wall."

Everyone: "Know!"

The darkness outside the window was squeezed, and the black wall covered the sky.

The zombies gathered in the building, and even more outside the street. The Seventh Team had never been to this point in the two years since it was established, and it has reached a dead end without knowing it.

Li Chun: "Me and Tang Le go to the southeast corner!"

Zhou Mingxuan carried the gun on his back and said: "The captain, me and Consultant Ji, take the old man to the northeast corner!"

"Fuck PU-31, **** the black wall zombies, I'm going to die, you burn the paper and remember to write an address!" Li Chun wiped his eyes, the big boy's face was resolute, "Burn two more Sister!"

"Get out of here, don't be afraid of other people's consultant Ji's jokes."

Li Chun cursed: "Bah, maybe consultant season still asks to burn a macho."

Everyone pushed him.

Even at the moment of the monsoon rains, this group of people did not feel that they were being rude.

He raised his eyes and looked at Song Qinglan. How did the other party bring out the group of people under his hands? It didn't seem to be as annoying as he thought.

"Okay, I will burn eight for you."

In the public channel, Duan Wen's voice suddenly came.

Hearing that he woke up, everyone quickly walked to the hall that was not very bright after the lights were turned off, and they were all shocked!

Except for the dark red blood stains on the sofa, there is no trace of Duan Wen long ago!

Song Qinglan realized what: "Duan Wen!"

The captain’s anger no longer made Duan Wen scared. He continued to say on the public channel: "I have a fever, and I will die if I go out. It's better to make a contribution. What the **** is this **** mission, tsk."

Noise came from Duan Wen's communicator.

Everyone heard clearly what sound it was.

"Brother Wen! Where are you?!"

"Where the **** did you go, old man?"

Duan Wen said: "Young ladies chirp, I will help you save time."

"Don't go away separately."

"Captain, this road is blocked, take the fire escape ladder in the northeast corner, hurry up, the black wall is coming."

The chaotic footsteps in the corridor came through the communicator.

"Ho ho—"

"Bang!" The gunfire sounded.