I am in the last days, I can connect to reality

After venting his anger, Qin Zhong sighed deeply. Even though this girl ran away without knowing her place in the world, he couldn't just ignore her. After all, it wasn't easy to find a partner he could trust.

Qin Zhong held up the camp light and looked around the house, only to find that Xiao Yingyong's crossbow, diving knife, backpack and other items were missing. She must have taken them with her.

But the water on the road has not receded yet. The water is half a person's height. It is not easy to wade through it. How can this girl get to Hang Lung Building?

At this time, Qin Zhong suddenly thought of something. He opened the door and walked along the corridor to a room closer to the inside. They had discovered that this was a warehouse before.

There were a lot of equipment replaced by the aquarium inside, including three kayaks. Qin Zhong came over to take a look and found that one was missing. It seemed that it had been dragged away by this girl.

At that moment, Qin Chong didn't even have time to eat. He took his weapons and various supplies and dragged a kayak outside. Because of the heavy rain in the past few days, the road was flooded. Countless zombies were floating in the water, with only their dry heads exposed.

Qin Zhong paddled five or six streets in a kayak and was sweating profusely. There was an intersection in front of him. After crossing the intersection, the Hang Lung Building was on the opposite side of the street.

But when Qin Zhong arrived here in a kayak, the scene in front of him really shocked him. It turned out that this intersection was low-lying, and many zombies were brought here by the water.

The accumulated water here seemed to be deeper, almost more than one person high. Qin Zhong took a look and saw countless zombie heads floating densely in the middle of the intersection.

Although these zombies cannot swim, if you want to pass through them, if you attract their attention, they will rush over and definitely overturn your small kayak.

After a little consideration, Qin Zhong decided to take a detour. After all, safety comes first.

At this moment, Qin Zhong suddenly felt the tail of the kayak sink. He hurriedly looked back and saw that a small group of zombies had floated down the water and appeared around the kayak.

Perhaps attracted by Qin Zhong's living breath, these zombies stretched out their dry and white claws and grabbed the edge of the boat. Looking at these claws, Qin Zhong suddenly thought of the Pickled Pepper Claws for some reason.

"Go away!"

The situation was critical. Qin Zhong did not dare to hesitate. He raised the oar high and smashed it hard on the head of a zombie, directly cutting the zombie's head open.

But Qin Zhong was alone, and he couldn't take care of everything else. The zombies had stiff hands and feet, and they couldn't use their strength after being soaked in the water, so they couldn't climb up. But after a shake, the small kayak suddenly capsized.

Fortunately, Qin Zhong was well prepared. As soon as he fell into the water, he simply held his breath and did not surface. Instead, he grabbed his backpack and swam underwater along the zombie's feet towards the nearest building.

Soon, Qin Zhong touched the wall with his hands and pushed his feet out of the water to expose his head. The water here was extremely deep, and the waterline was almost under the second-floor window. He immediately grabbed the window sill and climbed into the bedroom.

After entering the bedroom, Qin Zhong felt annoyed. He had lost his kayak and now he couldn't go to the Hang Lung Building.

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"Hahaha!"

Just when Qin Zhong was feeling frustrated, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the direction of the living room, which scared him. Although it was a loud laugh, it was no different from crying. The tone of the laughter was extremely sad and miserable.

Qin Zhong had never heard such a sound that was neither like crying nor like laughing. Although the sky outside the window was bright, he was caught off guard by the sound and felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, as if he had arrived in hell.

Even though Qin Zhong was considered a brave man, he was so frightened that he trembled all over. With a "swish", he grasped the Miao Dao on his back in his hand and looked towards the living room.

The bedroom door was ajar. Looking through the crack, all he could see was darkness. Qin Zhong approached the door and shouted, "Who's there? Is it a human or a ghost?"

Following his loud shout, the people outside laughed again: "That's right, haha, I'm a ghost, you're right, I'm a ghost, haha, haha!"

Hearing the laughter outside getting louder and louder, the sound was dry and unpleasant. Qin Zhong frowned and thought to himself: "It sounds like it should be a person. This person must be unable to bear the blow of reality and has a mental breakdown."

Thinking of this, Qin Zhong inserted his Miao Dao into the crack of the door, became more alert, and slowly opened the half-closed door.

As the door opened, a foul odor hit Qin Zhong's nose. He subconsciously covered his nose and took a step back. With the help of the light coming in, he saw a woman sitting on the floor of the living room with disheveled hair. She was filthy all over and looked neither human nor ghost.

Although he had a premonition, Qin Zhong couldn't help but frown when he saw her like this. After hesitating for a moment, he asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you? Is there anyone else here?"

There were a few black spots on the woman's face, which looked like traces of coagulated blood. She pointed to another bedroom and said, "Haha, haha, there's my husband... He's in there."

Hearing the woman's words, Qin Zhong frowned slightly, a little puzzled. The woman's husband was still alive, so why didn't he care about the woman and let her sit on the floor like this?

Seeing that the bedroom door was wide open, Qin Zhong walked to the door. The scene in the room made his stomach churn. He finally knew the source of the stench.

Qin Zhong quickly closed the door, but he couldn't help but dry heave. At this moment, the woman's ghostly laughter rang out: "He forced me to do this, haha, he forced me to do this. Haha, haha!"

"Could you please stop laughing and talk properly?"

The woman's laughter was so terrifying that Qin Zhong couldn't help but roar: "You killed him, didn't you?!"

Qin Zhong's angry shout made the woman's body tremble. She seemed to regain consciousness for a moment, but then her eyes became blank again. She muttered to herself: "It was me, I killed him, I killed him."

Combining the scene in the room and the woman's mumbling, Qin Zhong basically analyzed the truth of the matter. The two should be survivors of the disaster day and have been living here.

Perhaps the husband went out to look for supplies and was bitten by a zombie. He realized that he was infected with the zombie virus, so he forced his wife to tie him up and asked her to kill him to avoid implicating his wife.

After being forced to kill her husband, this woman must have felt terrified and helpless, and her spirit collapsed. This is a typical tragedy of being driven crazy by this fucked-up apocalypse.

Sighing, Qin Zhong looked at the woman and asked, "Have you ever seen a girl of twelve or thirteen?"

The woman had a cold expression on her face, her eyes looking straight ahead with no focus. She just kept talking to herself and didn't listen to Qin Zhong's questions at all.

Seeing the woman's condition, Qin Zhong knew it was useless to ask. He walked around the room and turned into the kitchen. He saw several liquefied gas tanks piled up in a corner of the room. They should have been collected by her husband before.

There was still half a pot of porridge on the stove. It seemed that this woman knew how to take care of herself when she was conscious, otherwise she would not have survived until now.

However, the rice jar in the kitchen was empty. In her current half-crazy mental state, she had no ability to go out to look for food. By the time she finished this half pot of porridge, she would be close to death.