The Death Knell

After listening to the meaningless quarrel in the supermarket for about ten minutes, Su Ming felt that it was almost over.

Let the moisture in the mist condense on Zhuo Sha's forehead and imitate sweating profusely. He carried a lot of medicines and returned to the door of the supermarket with the mysterious guest.

"Open the door quickly, I'm back, I found the medicine and brought it back!"

He shouted a little too loudly, and the urgent voice echoed in the foggy streets, in order to make people in the supermarket worry about attracting monsters and create tension.

"Don't shout, I'll open the door for you!" People came to the door almost immediately, carrying heavy objects blocking the door. The fat manager panicked to stop him from shouting again, but did not forget to open the door through the door. A hand stretched out from the gap: "Give me your gun."

Su Ming tilted his head and signaled the mysterious guest to hand over the guns at their waists.

But when Xiaopang, who originally had a hint of joy in his eyes, took possession of the weapon, the smile froze on his face:

"Why a toy gun?"

Yes, although it looks like a real revolver, when you first pick it up, you can tell that the plastic is covered with a layer of silver paint, which is light and fluffy, and you can even see the opening for loading BB bullets.

"We are cosplaying. How can a normal person run around with a real gun?" Su Ming, holding a large cardboard box, immediately gave the other party a speechless emoticon, as if he disliked the other party's IQ.

"You...Oh!"

The fat man had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything. It can't be said that we even discussed how to distribute the four guns, but now it's a toy gun that has frustrated everyone's hopes, right?

"Let them in, the wounded have a fever." The old lady in a pink sweater hid at the back of the crowd, urging the young people to make a decision quickly.

So after a while of busy work, the door of the supermarket opened a gap that allowed people to pass through. Su Ming and Liana pretended to be panicked and squeezed in. Then a group of people hurriedly blocked the door with heavy objects again.

The only light source in the supermarket came from a few charging camping lamps, but as if they were afraid of being caught by ghosts, these people placed the lamps in the deepest part of the supermarket. If you looked in from the window, it would be dark. Painted.

The outside world is full of gray fog, and the place where people sit is dark. This artistic conception really seems to be implying something.

But no one has time to pay attention to these things.

After the one-eyed young man and his sister entered the supermarket, people began to rummage around the boxes he brought back. Some people took out antipyretics and antibiotics and went to treat the wounded deep in the supermarket, while more people were carving up Other medicines, plan for your future.

No matter what kind of medicine it is, first take a few boxes and hide it with yourself. Maybe in a few hours, it will become hard currency.

"I have a toothache, give me a box of painkillers!"

"I want oral antibiotics, don't touch my medicine!"

"No matter what this is, it belongs to me, don't grab it! Get out of the way!"

How should I put it, watching them kneeling on the ground and digging around a cardboard box reminded Su Ming of the scene of zombies eating, even darker than zombies.

Because generally speaking, zombies will not attack the same kind.

When everyone finds a pile of 'meat', they just lie down next to it and chew it. There is no such thing as protecting the food.

But human beings are different. When they see a woman with disheveled hair jumping anxiously in the crowd, saying that women have priority when distributing medicine, and then the strong man next to her slaps her and sends her flying several steps away... .

He took the mysterious guest and sat down at the checkout counter not far away to watch the lively death knell, laughing silently in the darkness.

"The more materially poor the environment, the greedier human nature becomes." He did not forget to chat with Liana, and did not worry about whether these people could hear him. He did not even intend to lower his voice: "There is an old saying in the East. , it is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and harsh waters, which means that in areas where the means of production and living are scarce, people tend to show cunning and ruthless traits."

The student listening to the class nodded and thought it was normal. She also expressed her understanding:

"This is probably also an instinct for survival. If human beings are not ruthless and cunning enough, then they are not qualified to be at the top of the earth's food chain. The so-called etiquette and morality are all learned, and they are methods to restrain human beings' own thoughts. But It just so happens that the sense of urgency of doom is what best stimulates the survival instinct of living things.”

"There are some people who have maintained themselves, and even reached the state of superego, becoming the Virgin of the End of the World, but only nature knows which choice will lead to a longer life."

Su Ming took out a cigarette, put it into his mouth and lit it, and looked at the chaotic scene. They would probably have to fight for a while about the distribution of the medicine, and the fog outside seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. .

"Hi, hello." Just as he was saying this, the man who was the protagonist of the original work came over and greeted Su Ming with a smile: "I am David, and this is my wife, Stephen, and my son, Billy."

He did not participate in the action of dividing the medicine, but his wife could not help but look into the crowd.

"Hello, I'm Bruce Wayne, and this is my cousin Barbara Gordon." Su Ming opened his mouth and gave out the false name, shaking hands with the other party with a smile on his face that looked like he was surviving a disaster: "Wow, it's really It’s a tough day, do you smoke?”

He handed over a cigarette.

As the male protagonist, David usually does not smoke. He and his wife once liked to smoke marijuana, but now, there is nothing to be picky about.

"Thank you, Bruce." He took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath, as if a burden had been lifted. He scratched his head and took a deep breath: "I accidentally heard that just now. Are you talking about the end of the world, is there no hope in the town outside?"

"It's over, man. I don't think this small town can be saved. Even the United States can't be saved. If you ask me, it's all the damn president's fault." Su Ming had no idea what era it was now, let alone the United States in this illusory world. Who is the president?

But when chatting with unfamiliar Americans, starting the conversation by scolding the president is as natural as chatting with British people about weather.

When others hear this opening, they will know that it is a standard red neck with stars and stripes.

"Yes, the money taxpayers usually pay goes into the military budget, but in this situation, the military can't even see anyone." David was obviously not as calm in his heart as he showed on his face, and he started to curse while holding a cigarette in his mouth. He asked the group of potbellies in the corner building: "By the way, Bruce, are there really monsters in the fog outside?"

"Yes, I saw it, but I didn't dare to look carefully." Su Ming looked worried, and took the chewing gum on the cashier and stuffed it into his pocket: "I just saw it once, and there is a flying one that looks like It was a fusion of flies, bats, and spiders. I almost threw up. They ate everyone in the town. There were blood stains everywhere in the fog, but there was no remains."

David obviously couldn't imagine what kind of monster it was, but his limited imagination did not prevent him from feeling fear. In other words, the unknown was more terrifying.

He turned pale.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.