Everyone has their own name.

But Yin Jian couldn't remember what her name was no matter what.

The face was very familiar, and Yin Jian even remembered every detail—the style of her earrings, the small black mole under her left eye, the not very straight round nose, the soft chin padded by fat, and the warmth and moisture that was transmitted to her mouth along the tip of her tongue.

We have a child.

Eleven years old or twelve years old? It is about that age. Yin Jian often dreams of teaching the boy a lesson with a leather bag because his test scores are not ideal. He always tells the boy with a heartfelt thought that if he doesn’t study hard now, he will not be able to get into a good high school in the future, and it is even more impossible to get into a university. Look at the children in Maotanchang Middle School, look at the top students who study hard in Huanggang No. 1 Middle School. They are your seniors and also role models worthy of your learning.

Everything disappeared, the confused dream shattered like a soap bubble, and a dark cave, a hard and cold ground, and the drop of rain that gradually dried up and evaporated.

This is the world where I live. A dirty misunderstanding is everywhere, and the earth full of death and sin.

Yin Jian often cannot distinguish between reality and illusion, and believes that dreams are the real world.

He never thought about exploring the truth. It was too tiring to do that, and it was completely unnecessary. It was not that Yin Jian was timid or afraid of something, but that he felt that the truth was a shameless vulgar embryo. Even if you know it, you can't do it. It is often cruel. While discovering and revealing the secret, it will also cause harm to yourself or the people around you. In contrast, it is a beautiful and false world of lies that is easier to survive. Here, you are whatever you want, and no one can stop you from doing anything. You can be a billionaire, a king or an emperor, it depends on your ability to make up dreams.

Only with that woman and child's dream will be beautiful.

However, they appear in their dreams not many times, very few times.

If the dream can be actively managed and created with personal thinking, Yin Jian feels that his dream must be a shoddy horror movie—most of the time, they are killed and killed, and only rarely see warmth and love. Women and children are always captured by the enemy again and again, and then killed. Yin Jian stands by the side and watches, and can't do anything or help them.

There are no enemies outside the cave.

Dispelling the chaos that dominated the brain, Yin Jian felt sweating all over his body. He put his forehead on the assault rifle. This cold mechanical product could lower the temperature, feel the restraint again, and relieve head pain.

Being conscious is not a thing. This is probably the most fatal weakness of human beings. Knowing that you are confused does not mean that you think clearly. Just like you know that you are on the verge of death, it does not mean that you will stop in time and make a choice to return to safety. Those terrible and useless thinking will only increase the burden, make the already nervous brain tense, and quickly advance the time for collapse and mental disorders.

Yin Jian felt hungry and screaming.

He needs food and his body needs energy.

The taste of compressed biscuits is the same. You can never expect the tongue with a well-developed taste of smoked chicken, barbecue, etc. from the surface or inside of the biscuit. Even if there is, it is a sad illusion. Teeth and mouth will tell you that everything is fake with cruel and ruthless facts. Although many nutrition experts praise soybeans and corn, claiming that they are the best foods to replace meat. After eating these things for a long time, you will never believe such lies again. You may even feel that you should kill a few damn nutritionists, cut fresh pieces of meat from them, put them on a high fire, sprinkle salt and various seasonings to make up for your deceited and empty stomach.

Yin Jian did not waste time.

Since I wake up, I will never fall asleep again.

The rain doesn't hurt much, and there is no water accumulation on the ground. This kind of weather is very suitable for combat—the enemy will feel that the opponent will not choose to attack at this time. They will hide in a warm and comfortable room to sleep, and their nerves and alertness will be minimized.

Yin Jian checked his weapons and tied his backpack strap tightly.

As he walked out of the cave, he looked down at the included calendar of the electronic watch on his wrist.

Today is a special day, it is my birthday and Yin Song.

The thick eyelashes pressed down on the eyes. Deep in the eyes that no one could see, an extremely fierce and ferocious hideous feeling was released.

Those who killed my brother will all die!

...

When the first glimmer of light appeared in the sky, Yin Jian saw the barbed wire in the distance.

Jixin Farm is not far from the cave where he sheltered from the rain yesterday, only about three kilometers. The reason why I didn’t discover this place yesterday was entirely due to the direction and weather.

Since he set out in the early morning, Yin Jian has almost no physical energy. He is now full of energy and his brain is filled with a strong desire for revenge.

Hidden behind a rock more than three meters high, he carefully observed the unsleeping farm through the telescope hole.

Warnings from mutant cells constantly conflict with hunger consciousness.

There is no doubt that there are infected people here.

And more than one.

Yin Jian did not see Liu Tianming, nor did he see any mutated infected body in the team.

Eyes are not very useful at this time. The perception ability of mutant cells is far greater than that of the naked eye. They are like an information detector that will never fail. Even if the other party hides deep underground, they can still be dug deep and found.

The other party's evolution level is not high, they will all become my food, which will be a delicious breakfast.

The only trouble is the people gathered in the room.

Mutant cells do not work for ordinary humans. If you want to get information about this, Yin Jian can only judge through military training. The number of residents in the house behind is unavailable, but someone in the front has already gotten up early. They pushed open the door and walked out, washed their faces and rinsed their mouths next to the well outside. Of course, not everyone maintains the good habit of being clean and hygienic. Some careless guys are holding cigarettes in their mouths and wearing thick cotton coats, standing in the corridor of the room, talking loudly, making jokes, and all kinds of dirty words and boring jokes can be heard far away.

"You little girl, I slept with that woman again last night? How many times did you beat her? You dog, damn, is it okay? I see that your feet are soft now, so I'm afraid it's time to take medicine!"

"You guys, let's go, cut the basement together and stuff it into pieces. If you get up in less than half an hour, you will be a mat."

"Everyone wants to bet?"

"Come on, whoever is afraid of which one?"

With these intimidating arrogance and boring words that are purely linguistically raising their identity, more and more people walk out of the room and gather around to watch the fun.

Yin Jian kept updating the number of people observed by his eyes.

Thirty, forty, forty, forty...

There are no fewer than fifty people in the house in front. Judging from this number, there should be no fewer ordinary people living in the house in the house in back, even similar to those in front.

Hundreds of ordinary people.

In terms of combat power, they are not even as good as zombies.

However, the reason why humans can rule the world is not because they rely on strength and bodies. They can make tools and weapons.

Yin Jian saw several people wearing gun holsters on their bodies, and several others standing on the roof holding bows and arrows. In the empty and conspicuous places of the house, wooden sticks were placed. Some of these homemade weapons were aggravated in the front section, and some were tied with iron wire to sharp knives. In terms of lethality, they were far more than the claws and teeth of living zombies.

The battle with the infected body is the key point.

But before this, we must solve as many ordinary people as possible.

Yin Jian put the assault rifle flat on his chest and moved back and forth on a personal shadow surface with a scope hole.

He has only one person.

Yin Jian did not think this was a kind of weakness—the strength of the infectious body was definitely not something that ordinary people could imagine. Not to mention hundreds of people, even if this number was several times more than it could be, he could still deal with it easily.

Humans are not living zombies. They will be afraid and fearful. When danger comes, they will do all kinds of despicable behaviors of abandoning their fellow tribes to protect themselves. Putting down their weapons and turning around and running is the most common type. Living zombies will never be like this. They always rush forward, and they will firmly surround their opponents regardless of whether they are injured or killed. This is probably the most excellent perfect quality on them than humans.

Yin Jian listed a guy standing at the door of the second floor room as the primary target of attack.

He was a tall guy. He was wearing a leather jacket and his hair was messy. His specific appearance was not clear. He could only see him put one hand on his hips and was domineering at the others, as if he was giving some order.

Although it is not an infected person, he obviously has a good identity among those people.

Suddenly, his head exploded with a "bang" of blood, and gunfire and explosion sounded almost at the same time. No one knew the difference. People watched as their headless body shaking in place, and fell to the ground after a few seconds.

"Who is shooting?"

"What's wrong?"

"Someone is outside, and the bullets are fired from there."

Various judgments and shouts came out quickly from the mouths, and the crowd who woke up from dullness and shock immediately fell into clueless chaos. They ran around in panic, shouting all kinds of useless sentences. They went in and out of the room, collecting all the weapons they could use. The slightly more flexible guys hurried behind the cover and observed around nervously and fearfully. The stupid idiot ran around the open space with a stick, and didn't know what they had discovered. He used enough strength to wield the air and weeds from it. It seemed that the enemy was invisible and could be found in this ridiculous way.
Chapter completed!