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

The headlight shone on several wax figures, and Qin Zhong raised his eyebrows. It turned out that there was a door on the wall behind the wax figures. It seemed that the sound came from here.

"Are there any survivors?"

Qin Zhong frowned. There were so many big spiders here, and many survivors had been killed. How could there still be survivors?

This is simply unimaginable.

Although he felt that his idea was a little unreliable, Qin Zhong still decided to go and take a look. When he came to the door, he turned the door lock, but found that it seemed to be locked from the inside.

But how could such a door lock be a problem for Qin Zhong? He took a few steps back and kicked the door hard.

"boom!"

Qin Zhong kicked the flimsy door open. With the help of the light from his headlamp, he looked inside. The room was spacious, but there was no one in sight.

On a long operating table in the middle, there were many tools that he couldn't name, and some mud-like stuff. Qin Zhong walked forward and pinched it with his fingers, and it was relatively soft.

These should be some materials for making wax figures. It looks like this is a studio, which should be a place for making wax figures.

There was a white curtain hanging horizontally on one wall of the studio. When Qin Zhong saw that there was no one around and was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw out of the corner of his eye that the curtain seemed to move slightly.

"Ok?"

Qin Zhong immediately became alert. There was a door but no windows in the studio, so how could the curtains move without wind?

Could it be that there are still some big spiders alive?

Qin Zhong immediately drew out his Miao Dao, walked over step by step, stretched out his left hand, and suddenly pulled it open. He suddenly saw four people standing in a row in front of him, looking at him with sharp eyes.

Subconsciously, Qin Zhong waved his hand, and the Miao Dao was placed on someone's neck. He asked in a low voice, "Who are you? What are you doing hiding in the back?"

Facing Qin Zhong's sharp blade and questions, the four people remained expressionless and silent. Qin Zhong frowned slightly and asked again.

Seeing that the four people still had no reaction, he couldn't help but feel something was strange. When he looked closely, he couldn't help but chuckle.

It turned out that these four people were all wax figures, and they should be sports celebrities before the end of China. Qin Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, laughed at himself, and put the Miao Dao back into the scabbard.

These wax figures were lifelike and about the same size as an adult. In addition, the light here was dim, so Qin Zhong couldn't tell clearly whether they were real people or dummies.

Qin Zhong slowly pulled open the curtain, revealing seven or eight wax figures of male and female stars, all of which were very lifelike. Just as he was watching with great interest, suddenly one of the male wax figures blinked and made a face at him.

"Fuck!"

Caught off guard, Qin Zhong was startled and punched out subconsciously.

The man quickly clasped his hands together, trying hard to hold back his laughter: "Friend, friend, don't be impulsive. I'm a living person, and I'm just joking with you."

"Are you kidding me?"

Qin Zhong was a little furious, and then he kicked him and scolded him, "Asshole, scaring people will kill them."

The man dodged to the left, and Qin Zhong's kick missed. It was obvious that this man seemed to have some martial arts skills and was very agile.

You know, although Qin Zhong had just used berserk and his body was extremely weak, the speed and strength of his punches and kicks were extraordinary, but this person was able to block and dodge them easily.

Seeing the man's extraordinary skills, Qin Zhong felt more and more that he had done it on purpose. Moreover, he suddenly appeared in this place. Who knew whether he was an enemy or a friend? He pounced on him and punched him hard on the chest.

The man groaned in pain and was kicked in the stomach by Qin Zhong again. This time, he was also enraged. He rushed forward with his fist raised and with a "bang", he knocked out the headlamp on Qin Zhong's head.

……

In the darkness, Qin Zhong said nothing, and roughly grasped the man's neck with his hand. The man also quickly wrapped his arm around Qin Zhong's arm, and the two fell to the ground at the same time, twisted into a ball.

Soon, Qin Zhong discovered that although this person's strength was not as great as his, his skills were much better than his. In addition, Qin Zhong was now physically weak, so for a while, the two were evenly matched.

After a stalemate, Qin Zhong and the man found that they could not do anything to each other. They only heard the man gasping and saying, "Brother, it was my fault just now. You have fought me, so why don't we stop fighting?"

When Qin Zhong heard what this man said, he thought to himself that after all, there was no life-and-death grudge. He punched him and kicked him, which could be considered revenge.

"Okay, then I'll count one, two, three, and we'll let go together."

"one two Three!"

The two men let go almost at the same time and rolled quickly to the sides. Qin Zhong lay on the ground and touched the headlamp, pressed it twice, and a dim light came on in the room again. He looked at the man opposite.

This is a man in his forties, wearing a dark blue police uniform with many dark red bloodstains on it. He is tall and sturdy, with a strong face and clear lines. His skin is slightly dark, probably due to long-term outdoor work.

What impressed Qin Zhong the most was that this man's eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could see through everything. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were very heavy, and it was obvious that he was not young.

While Qin Zhong was looking the other person up and down, the man also kept looking at Qin Zhong, especially focusing on his special police uniform for a long time.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the man was the first to extend his right hand and said with a smile: "Friend, I was wrong just now. I apologize to you first!"

Qin Zhong heard that this man spoke boldly and didn't seem like a sinister villain. He stretched out his hand and shook his hand firmly, saying with a smile: "I was impulsive just now. We didn't know each other until we fought. My name is Qin Zhong."

"Chen Xiangdong."

"Qin Zhong, right? Are you alone too?"

"I have a companion."

Qin Zhong asked curiously, "I see you're wearing a police uniform. Police? Why are you in this studio?"

Chen Xiangdong sighed and answered the question irrelevantly: "There was such a big commotion outside just now. Did you and your companions start a battle with those giant spiders?"

Having said that, he looked Qin Zhong up and down and asked curiously, "Did you win?"

Qin Zhong smiled and didn't hide it: "My friend and I are both quite capable. I killed those big spiders. I was just looking to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net. I didn't expect to be scared by you."

Chen Xiangdong smiled awkwardly and explained, "We should have arrived here at the same time. When I came in, I saw a giant spider. In a hurry, I saw a room and hid inside. As soon as I entered, I heard a scuffle in the front hall. I thought it was a zombie rushing in and fighting the giant spider, so I quickly hid behind the curtain."

Qin Zhong laughed and said, "You haven't told me who you are yet?"

Chen Xiangdong didn't answer directly. Instead, he pointed at the SWAT uniform he was wearing and said, "This suit of yours can't be yours, right? Did you find it from the Pudong branch?"

Qin Zhong raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Yes, this set of clothes is not mine, and this..."

As he spoke, Qin Zhong stretched out his hand, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and loaded the pistol with a "click", which made Chen Xiangdong frown.

"What? Officer Chen, it's the end of the world, and you still plan to discipline me?"

Chen Xiangdong remained silent for a long while before he exhaled a long breath and said with a wry smile, "You're right. The police station has been taken over. I'm just a refugee. What right do I have to care about you?"