Xu Le slowly put down the musket. Although he said it lightly, his trembling fingers still revealed some of his mood at this time.

Looking at the red and white in front of him, Xu Le took a deep breath:

"Solve it?"

After a while, he said to himself again:

"It's solved."

Sitting on the squeaky bed board, Xu Le felt that his pants were sticking to his buttocks, which was very uncomfortable.

His blank mind gradually began to have some ideas. He was thinking about whether he should make some post-war conclusions after killing the first monster in his life.

After thinking for a moment, he wrote on the bed board with charcoal:

"I probably won, but I looked at Old Zhou already dead.

I wanted to light a cigarette for myself, but found that I didn't have a cigarette and I couldn't smoke.

There is no reason for this sadness. Looking at Lao Zhou at his feet sadly, I must have killed him.

I have two thoughts, one is that I don’t want to die here, and the other is that I don’t want to die here.”

Xu Le's mouth twitched as he wrote this. Is this a post-war summary?

When can I get rid of this bad habit of writing Lu Shuwen?

He glanced at Lao Zhou's body again and silently erased the Lu Shuwen.

In my heart, I probably feel a little guilty for Lao Zhou.

Xu Le narrowed his eyes.

"One left!"

After briefly cleaning up his clothes, Xu Le began to inspect the musket.

Being able to shoot a living corpse in the head with one shot shows that the power of the gun is sufficient.

Load the round bullet and cock the bolt again.

After everything was done, Xu Le, who had experience in killing enemies, became more confident.

He forced himself to calm down and began to search for the hot feeling before.

The image of eating too many fungi reappeared in front of his eyes.

But this time, there is no weird text prompt.

There was no mention of the weird things that would happen at 0:00 midnight.

Xu Le was a little confused, but he remembered those words.

When the house is dilapidated, strange prompts will appear at 0 o'clock, which were written clearly at that time.

Judging from the previous situation, there should be new prompts at this time.

But now, why is there no response?

Xu Le didn't have a clock, so he could only count the numbers silently in his mind to predict the upcoming 0 o'clock.

Hold on to your musket and prepare to deal with the second monster you may encounter.

298,299,300……

Xu Le:?

We’ve already counted to 300. I’m not counting at a fast pace. It should be past midnight anyway, but why doesn’t the weirdness appear?

Well, I think it is probably scared...

Bah, bah, bah, can you not get sick at this time?

Xu Le did not relax. He raised the gun in his hand and counted another 600.

It wasn't until his arms became sore and the toner in his hand was soaked with sweat and became sticky that he put down the gun helplessly.

Exhaustion made him a little listless, but he didn't dare to relax.

"Really no more?"

Xu Le still didn't let go of the gun. The weapon is the real safety guarantee.

He would not be like those idiots in the TV series who would just throw their weapons on the ground for a little bit of food and water.

Xu Le looked at the biscuits and water he had put aside, and licked his lips that were chapped due to excessive dehydration.

"That's true...but I'm really thirsty."

He moved his body, picked up the water bottle, and unscrewed the cap with one hand with difficulty.

Then, while looking sideways ahead, he took a few big gulps.

call!

His back was sweating profusely again. Xu Le knew that this was the body's natural stress response after replenishing water for a short period of time, and it was normal.

After calming down his breathing, he held the musket in his arms.

Xu Le began to eat the biscuits and the flattened bread at hand.

The taste of this biscuit is not bad, not very delicate, but the chive flavor really makes Xu Le, who is hungry at this time, move his index finger.

He ate more than a dozen pieces in a row, almost finishing the pack of compressed biscuits, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Squeak!

There was a soft knock at the door, and Xu Le immediately stood up with a gun in hand, but what appeared at the door was just an ordinary mouse.

The sound just now was just the sound it made when it stepped on a small piece of wood.

Even living creatures like mice appeared, and those weird words did not continue to prompt.

Xu Le's tense mood finally calmed down.

My eyelids are very heavy, but I can't sleep at this time, it's too dangerous.

Supporting his body, Xu Le began to add some damp firewood.

The musty smell spread inside the house, but Xu Le somewhat enjoyed the smell. This was probably the feeling of being alive.

Xu Le stared at the beating flames with a calm expression.

Until...squeak!

Another mouse appeared at the door of the house, seemingly in the same position.

Xu Le was still nervous. He held the gun and glanced up. After confirming that there was no problem, he returned his attention to the food in his hand.

"Huh, I'm so nervous."

A long time passed, and Xu Le's nervous mood gradually calmed down.

He estimated that nearly ten minutes had passed.

There are no other changes except that the air is muggier than before.

Xu Le thought that the sweltering heat was probably due to being too close to the bonfire.

He stood up and shook his clothes, letting the biscuit crumbs fall to the ground.

Then he sat on the ground again, holding his gun, and hummed a ditty like those veterans who failed to return home:

"The evening star is like your eyes that kill and set fire.

You don’t need to say anything, the wild wind disturbs me..."

Squeak!

The little tune I had just started humming was interrupted by the uninvited guest who appeared again.

It’s still the door, still the same location, still the same mouse.

Xu Le lowered his head, his hair covering his eyes. After a while, he raised his head again.

In addition to confusion, his eyes also contained some suspicion.

mouse?

It's the same mouse! Same size, same position, same sound.

When Xu Le looked at that location again, the mouse was no longer there.

The wind blew in again, blowing the bonfire in front of Xu Le and drying the sweat on Xu Le's body.

Xu Le, who had always felt very hot, suddenly felt a little cold at this moment.

He looked outside the house. It was dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

But he always felt that there seemed to be something more in that darkness.

Xu Le tightened his grip on the gun in his hand, but his heartbeat and breathing had already begun to speed up unnaturally.

Faster and faster, more and more urgent!
To be continued...