"Can you give me some food?"

The man's eyes fell on the bulging backpack behind Liu Tianming, constantly licking his dry and black lips. His voice sounded like he was crying and begging, and it seemed to have a faint threat: "I have several children to raise, and they haven't eaten well for a long time. You have to help them. Well... I have a lot of strength, and those mutant monsters are not my opponents. I have killed many guys like them and like you. I know you must have something to eat on you. I don't want all of them, but you have to give me some."

Liu Tianming had never thought of paying attention to this man.

He has more important things to do.

There are too many such survivors. They are scattered in the city and face various difficulties: food, water, clothes, safety... no matter who they are, they can tell a lot of problems and troubles. Just like the people who were eaten by evil corpses before, they also fought for survival and lived for food.

Just like a beggar standing on the road in peacetime with a broken bowl in his hand, the giver will feel that this is a recognition of his status. Although they think they are doing good deeds while giving alms, whether the beggar will be grateful to them is probably only God who will understand this question.

Liu Tianming did not turn around and left, nor did he pull the trigger directly at the middle-aged man.

The other party mentioned the word "child" in his words.

It seemed like there was a special magic that attracted Liu Tianming. He took out a compressed biscuit from his pocket and handed it over.

It was not until now that he noticed that the middle-aged man had only one eye. The reason why he didn't notice it at the beginning was that the other party's long hair fell from his forehead, blocking his sight, and blocking the eye covered with black blood clots and hard scabs, emitting a stinky odor.

Looking at the biscuits that were already held in the middle-aged man's hand, Liu Tianming suddenly felt a little regretful. But he wanted to find a reason for his behavior just now, so he frowned and asked, "Where is your child?"

If the thing is given, it cannot be brought back. Even if it can be taken back, Liu Tianming will not ask for it again, given the man's dirtyness. He just felt unwilling to give up and felt that he might have been deceived. After all, how could a man who can't even feed himself first consider the child?

The man hid the biscuits behind him at a very fast speed, and his only one-eyed eyes released a vigilant look: "What do you want to do?"

Liu Tianming stared at him with cold eyes, reached out to take out another biscuit from his pocket, and raised the gun with one hand and pointed it at the man's eyebrows, and said seriously and seriously: "I want to confirm what you said. If you really have children, I will give you another piece. If not, I will kill you now."

The black and cold muzzle seemed to be no threat to the man. His face showed a blank and demented smile, and his eyes firmly locked on the biscuit in Liu Tianming's hand: "Are you really? Didn't you lie to me on purpose? Is it really a piece?"

Liu Tianming found it difficult to understand the middle-aged man's performance: "You'd better think clearly before answering."

The middle-aged man grinned, revealing two rows of dirty rotten teeth. He turned his body and pointed to a yellow school bus parked dozens of meters away: "If you want to see, come with me, it's there."

It was indeed a school bus.

Very strong and large in size, the kind purchased from regular channels.

Liu Tianming frowned again.

Reason told him: Don’t worry about this man anymore, and don’t think about biscuits and children anymore. The most important thing now is to get the relics placed in the infirmary of the sports school.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Tianming still took steps, followed the man, and walked towards the school bus not far away.

The mutant cells did not search for any information about the existence of the infected body.

It was safe around, and no large-scale corpse groups were found.

Liu Tianming had an indescribable curiosity. His intuition told him: this man did not lie, and there was probably a child he said in the car.

The middle-aged man seemed to be unsuspecting to Liu Tianming. He opened the car door hard and walked in.

The car window was closed, and a strong stench came from inside. Liu Tianming frowned and held his breath, followed the man into the car. When he walked into the car, he found two little boys sitting on the chair behind him, about ten years old. Both children were very quiet, and they looked thin because of lack of food and their faces were sallow. When they saw the middle-aged man, they laughed at each other, and their eyes immediately fell on Liu Tianming, and an extremely strong sense of hunger was released in the depths of their eyes.

The man walked to the middle of the two children, bent down, and touched them with his cheek intimately. The man then straightened his waist, turned around, and said to Liu Tianming very seriously: "See it! I didn't lie. Give me the cookies."

He paused, and his tone suddenly changed from calm to malicious: "Otherwise, I will kill you."

An indescribable strong fear instantly enveloped Liu Tianming's brain.

He quickly retreated, aimed the assault rifle at the middle-aged man standing in the carriage in front of him, and shouted sternly: "Who are you? What have you done? And, where did these children come from?"

Men are not infected, nor are they two boys.

They are all ordinary humans.

What really scared Liu Tianming was not them, but the things scattered on the floor of the car.

There are human bones everywhere.

The neat seats blocked the view. Just where you can see, there were more than a dozen human remains. The curved rows of ribs are connected to the spine, and thick leg bones are scattered under the seat. Several skulls are placed on the chairs. They are very smooth and do not have the dark brown color left by the flesh and blood on the surface of the station remains, revealing the pale yellow that human bones should have.

These remains are very small, and you can tell they are children at a glance.

There were a lot of debris piled up at the back of the carriage, including clothes, bedding, wrinkled sleeping bags, dirt-filled shoes, and some messy coats.

Everything here is not normal.

An unimaginable madness emanated from the man's eyes. He stretched out his right hand towards Liu Tianming: "You have seen the child you want to see, and I didn't lie to you. Give me the cookies!"

He didn't seem to be afraid of guns and bullets, and he was still obsessed with the compressed biscuit that was not worth mentioning compared to life.

The two children sitting on the chair stood up and showed a fierce look at Liu Tianming.

The man quickly comforted them: "Sit down, sit down for me. He is a good person. He gave me food. This person is not bad... Well, he just has a bad mind."

Liu Tianming was a little amused and crying.

He did not lower his gun and paid close attention to the movements of the man and the child. After thinking for a few seconds, Liu Tianming took out the biscuit from his pocket and threw it away.

When the man was hiding the biscuits, Liu Tianming also repeated the previous question: "What's your name?"

The fear in my heart is no longer as strong as before, and more of it is replaced by doubts.

The man put away the biscuits like a treasure and answered very seriously: "My name is Wang Xin."

Liu Tianming did not eliminate his vigilance: "What are you doing?"

He shook the gun at the two boys in the opposite seat: "Are they your children?"

"Of course not."

Wang Xin couldn't help but laugh: "They are my students."

After pausing, Wang Xin lowered his head, bent down, picked up a human skull from the seat next to him, and turned it in his hand: "They are all my students."

Liu Tianming was incredible by this answer, and his voice was stagnant: "...you killed them?"

Wang Xin nodded, raised his hand, and scratched his face with his long black fingertips. The injured and necrotic eye kept itching and feeling very uncomfortable.

This question reminded him of many things that happened before.

...

He is a teacher at a foreign language school.

When the virus broke out, it was so easy for the school to organize the children to go out for fun. Wang Xin told various stories and jokes along the way, making the children laugh. This is his favorite job and it is also his entire sustenance after the divorce.

The virus outbreak suddenly came without warning.

The driver was very smart. He avoided the zombies and parked the school bus in this secluded position. Then he discussed with Wang Xin and decided to let him stay in the car to protect the children. He hiked to the nearest police station for help.

At that time, the phone no longer worked.

No one knows where those monsters came from, nor do they know why pedestrians on the street suddenly went crazy as they walked, hugging the people around them and biting them... But Wang Xin knew very well: in such chaos, children are easily injured and the mortality rate is much higher than usual.

The chaos continued like this.

The driver has never come back.

That was a very good person.

Wang Xin still remembers every detail of the driver leaving that day: he turned off the engine, opened the car door and jumped down, and the keys hanging on the driver's waist kept colliding and gradually drifting away.

Day and night.

Night, daytime.

The rescue team in Hope has not appeared.

As a last resort, Wang Xin chose two oldest children as captains and was responsible for taking care of others. He opened the car door and went out to see what happened. Just when he got out of the car, a child who did not listen to the hello took the opportunity to escape. He cried and wanted to find his mother. Wang Xin was caught off guard and did not hold him back. The child ran to the intersection and was pressed down on the spot by several zombies.

The bloody and cruel scene shocked everyone. Wang Xin quickly turned around and ran back to the car.

...

His experience was very short, and Liu Tianming didn't sound like a lie he made up on purpose. His eyes fell on the bones of the humans in the carriage and asked in confusion: "You have been here all the time? Haven't left? How did you survive?"

"Children are the most precious angels in the world."

Wang Xin showed an extremely painful expression on his dirty and thin face: "I have no choice, I have no better place to go."
Chapter completed!