Ten Days End

Qi Xia never thought that he would walk along the road for a whole day, and he didn't see the edge of the city until the sun fell into the horizon.

A normal person can walk up to five kilometers per hour, but Qi Xia calculated that with his physical condition, his walking speed is only about three kilometers per hour.

He has walked for more than seven hours today, about twenty kilometers.

Now he just feels dizzy and his legs are shaking constantly. He can only keep moving forward by relying on the inertia of his legs.

"I just hope I can die later..."

After walking for more than ten minutes, Qi Xia really couldn't walk anymore. He found a dilapidated building and walked in. It was getting dark. If he was outdoors, he would encounter those weird "bugs". Although he didn't know what danger those bugs were, he still chose to avoid these unnecessary troubles in advance.

Qi Xia lit a fire with Officer Li's lighter, then took out the map of "Heaven's Mouth", turned it over, and used his fingers to dip his blood to roughly record the distance he had walked before.

This city is much bigger than he imagined.

He thought that if he walked along the road, he would at least come to a place like the wild, but he didn't expect that the buildings around him gradually became taller, as if he was walking from the suburbs to the city center.

"The diameter of an ordinary city rarely exceeds 50 kilometers..." Qi Xia was drawing a map with his own blood while thinking about something, "Theoretically, we will reach the edge of the city before tomorrow afternoon, and then everything will be clear."

Thinking of this, he approached the fire and found a relatively comfortable position to lie down. The blood on his body had all dried up, emitting an unpleasant smell of rust.

Last night, Ringo used a torch to treat his wounds. Although the bleeding stopped, the burned area was painful and itchy, making it difficult for him to sleep all night.

After dawn, Qi Xia dragged his almost scrapped body and climbed up.

A night's rest did not restore any of his physical strength. He was now completely overdrawn.

There was no water, no food, and no medicine.

Qi Xia even envied Han Yimo for dying so cleanly.

He found a few pieces of relatively clean waste paper in the room, tore them into pieces and swallowed them.

If there was nothing in his stomach, he might not see the edge of the city.

Facing the rising sun, Qi Xia set out again.

He was already far away from the original square. He could not hear the "bell" here, and rarely saw the "zodiac".

But as he went deeper, the number of natives in the city gradually increased.

This place seemed like a real city, except that most of the people on the street were zombies. They had no expression, no aggression, and did not communicate with others. They just wandered aimlessly on the street.

For a moment, Qi Xia felt that he was the same as the zombies on the street.

There was no difference in their movements, demeanor, expressions, and even walking speed.

How ironic is this?

Could it be that these people were also stabbed by someone and then walked to the edge of the city with a clear goal?

As the sun got higher and higher, Qi Xia felt that his state was not right.

He touched his forehead and neck, which seemed to have started to get hot.

It seemed that burning the wound with fire was too risky. Even if the bleeding could be stopped temporarily, the infection and fever of the wound could not be avoided.

Qi Xia felt that his eyelids were getting heavier as he walked, and he might fall to the ground at any time. If he fell this time, he might never stand up again.

Nearly half an hour later, Qi Xia slowly stopped by the roadside.

He couldn't walk a step.

At this time, he put his hand on an old taxi by the roadside and gasped heavily.

"What a pity..." Qi Xia looked at the road in the distance. There was still a long way to go, but it was a pity that he was going to fall here. It seemed that at the last moment of his life, he still couldn't see the ultimate secret here.

Qi Xia held the old taxi and lowered his head in annoyance. When he was about to sit down, he suddenly found someone in the car.

The person didn't look like a corpse, but a woman who was blinking.

"Aboriginals?"

Qi Xia looked at the hard ground, then at the soft seats in the car, and smiled bitterly.

If he really had to die here, he would at least choose a soft seat.

Thinking of this, Qi Xia opened the door and sat directly on the passenger seat.

The car smelled good, and it was a girl's car in my memory.

I don't know if it's good news, but Qi Xia can get rid of the stench that permeates the entire city at the last minute."I never thought that the car seat would be so comfortable before..." Qi Xia muttered to himself, "I can rest assured now."

"Where are we going?" the woman beside him asked lightly.

"Where are we going?" Qi Xia smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Where can I go now?"

He patted his thigh with his hand and slowly recited the lyrics: "Drive, drive to the edge of the city, roll down the windows, and exchange speed for a little pleasure..."

"The edge of the city?" The woman thought for a while, "I don't know where that is, please show me the way."

After that, the woman pressed the meter display in the car and turned the key.

As Qi Xia expected, the car made an old sound and did not start.

The woman did not give up and turned the key several times in a row. Finally, after twisting the key five times, the whole car trembled.

Qi Xia was stunned and turned his head to look at the woman in disbelief. She really did not look like an "indigenous person". At least her face was ruddy and her body was well-proportioned. Could she be a "good man"?

A "good man" with his own car...

"Fasten your seat belt, and let's go." The woman reached out and shifted the gear to start, releasing the clutch and stepping on the accelerator in one go.

Qi Xia touched the seat belt somewhat at a loss, but found that there was only an elastic rope at hand, and the metal buckle on it had rusted.

He had no time to think about these things, so he could only try to talk to the woman: "You...you are...a taxi driver?"

"Sir, you are really a joker." The woman shook her head, and then shifted from second gear to third gear, "If I'm not a driver, am I a car thief?"

Seeing that the woman in front of him communicated smoothly, answered fluently, and even made a little joke, Qi Xia was even more confused.

A woman with such a normal mind is obviously not an "indigenous person", so she should be a "participant", but why would a "participant" drive a taxi?

"Don't you find...this place is very abnormal?" Qi Xia pointed to the scene outside the window, trying to figure out the position of the mediocre-looking woman in front of him.

"Really?" The woman looked out the window and said lightly, "It's a little abnormal, it's cloudy."

Qi Xia sighed helplessly. It seemed that the woman in front of him was still an "indigenous person", but she seemed to have just become an "indigenous person" and her thinking was still relatively clear.

"What's your name?" Qi Xia asked again.

The woman didn't say anything, but pointed to the place in front of Qi Xia, where the woman's professional qualification certificate was hung, with the woman's photo and name on it.

She had a very nice name, Xu Liunian.