The entire police station was in a mess, with debris and waste paper everywhere. Qi Yuanchang held guns in his hands, walked through the wreckage of corpses and overturned furniture, and walked into the open yard behind the lobby on the first floor.

He found the police station cafeteria, but found nothing to eat there. The bottles and jars were smashed all over the floor, and the shocking blood had already dried up and turned black. The remaining rice had grown moldy spots, and black weevils were in and out, just like the black and white marble floor in a luxurious hotel. When he opened the refrigerator, the strong stench that came almost blew Qi Yuanchang on the spot. The expected power supply had long been cut off, with as many as dozens of kilograms of pork inside, and a considerable number of fish. Especially the latter, they should have frozen into ice and stayed quietly in the freezer in the shape of a standard square. But now, they all turned into light gray, dirty mucus mixed with black and brown.

Close the refrigerator door, Qi Yuanchang ran to the outside of the cafeteria in one breath, breathing heavily in the sun and clean air. He felt that he was being suffocated, and the stench was almost firmly fixed in his mind and could not be removed. This reminded him of the infected bodies he had eaten. At that time, Qi Yuanchang never felt disgusted, but wanted to fill his stomach in the shortest time.

Suddenly, he heard a slight collision.

It was only a moment, very light. It was like a small pebble falling from a height of about ten centimeters, making a "super" sound.

Qi Yuanchang picked up the assault rifle and walked slowly in that direction.

He heard it very clearly: it was definitely not the sound caused by the airflow. It was the sound of footsteps, the sound of a living person stepping on the floor. Although the other party was very careful, no similar sound came again since then, but the first time it showed his existence, and Qi Yuanchang also determined the specific direction.

There is a door right in front of me, which is black and cannot see the light. There is a bungalow, and you can vaguely see the handrails leading to the underground.

Evolutionary vision allows Qi Yuanchang to see the surrounding scenery in a dim light or even dark environment. He tiptoed down the stairs and found a corridor below, with a door at the end and on both sides. On a dark floor, several shadows were lying vaguely. It looked like they were humans, maybe dead or mutant creatures.

Qi Yuanchang immediately denied the concept of "remaining remains of the deceased" and pointed the muzzle at the figure closest to it.

They did not smell the stench of corpses, nor did they have the form that human corpses should have. However, these guys had extremely keen perception of the outside world. They heard the slight breath from Qi Yuanchang's mouth and nose, smelled the sweat and body odor on his body, and woke up from their sleep.

There was no yelling or warning, because there was no reason for this, and it was impossible to produce any effect. Qi Yuanchang hugged the assault rifle and fired directly, and the muzzle ejaculated a fiery bright hexagonal beam. Even he himself did not expect that in such a closed and narrow environment, the light generated by the shooting would actually be like this, producing a deafening and huge echo.

It is a small group of ferocious corpses, with a population of nearly ten. This should be a habitat for them to be used as a resting place. Only ghosts know why they form such strange living habits. Perhaps it is the instinct produced by cell evolution, or a fixed behavior inherited from the basis of human mutants.

The evil corpses were obviously shocked by Qi Yuanchang's appearance. They were not zombies and would not have the concept of illogical full-strength attack because of food. They learned to calculate dangers and knew how to avoid bullets. However, in such an uncovered environment in the basement corridor, the evil corpses could only pounce one after another, using the death of their companions in front to exchange for time and opportunities.

When the last ferocious corpse pounced on from close range, Qi Yuanchang had no time to aim. He flipped the gun with extremely fierce force and hit the ferocious corpse with a hard buttstock. The dirty creature was immediately hit with his back facing the sky, and his heels touched his dead companion, lost balance, and fell backwards. Qi Yuanchang rushed over without wasting bullets, pulled out the fighting knife and inserted it into the gap in its skull at high speed and accurately.

It is troublesome to find red patches in the dark. Although it is just a little "food" the size of rice grains, Qi Yuanchang still doesn't want to let it go. He took out a flashlight from his shirt pocket, tied it to the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, bent down, and pried open the bloody and bloody head of the corpse with a fighting knife.

At this moment, the closed room at the end of the corridor was pulled open from the inside, revealing a narrow gap.

The door bolt must have not been oiled for a long time, and the "creaking" sound seemed very loud in a dead environment.

A fat and short figure squeezed out from behind the door. His head was bare and his hair was along the upper part of his ears, forming a dense band-like body similar to Saturn's halo. In the light of the flashlight, Qi Yuanchang saw this guy holding a fire axe in his hand, sweat beads dripping on his forehead and face, his face full of fear, and he also looked very struggling.

"Who are you?" he asked, subconsciously taking a step back with his right foot, maintaining a state of ready to attack at any time.

The flashlight wanted to stab his eyes. Before Qi Yuanchang could answer, he opened his mouth with a little anger and shouted, "Turn off the light, I can't see anything. I know you can understand what I said, those monsters will not use flashlights to find food."

Qi Yuanchang stared at the other party for a few seconds, without saying a word, turned around and continued to collect red patches from the evil corpse.

About two minutes later, Qi Yuanchang stood up from the ground and walked towards the room where the fat man was with the swaying direct lights on his shoulders.

He saw the words "storage room" written in white paint on the door.

The fat man raised the fire axe and blocked the door frame with his body, his eyes full of vigilance and alertness, repeated the question just now, and added: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Qi Yuanchang ignored him and directly reached out to grab the axe held in the air. His wrist suddenly exerted force and took the daunting weapon away from the fat man's hand. When he pushed open the door and walked in, the man still maintained an attacking posture of holding the axe handle that had disappeared with both hands. The sudden loss of the holding made him feel chilled, and his eyes instinctively rotated with the flashlight on Qi Yuanchang's shoulder. Although he was shocked and angry, he did not dare to make a sound.

The room was large, and the lightnings spread out illuminated the cartons placed along the walls. The number was large, probably more than a thousand. The boxes were in a mess, and there were many small machinery and parts. Deep in the house, empty cans were piled into hills, and more than a dozen empty plastic buckets were placed on the other side. The air was filled with a strong smell of motor oil and odor, mixed with canned aromas such as tomato sauce sardines, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The boxes that can be seen are all empty. There are two large plastic buckets filled with water, but Qi Yuanchang has no interest in them.

Turning around, throwing away the fire axe in his hand, and looking at the fat man with a terrified face, Qi Yuanchang asked lightly: "Is there anything to eat?"

He only cares about this now.

"No!"

The light illuminated the fat man's round face with clear wrinkles. He was about fifty years old and he spoke these two words without thinking.

After a pause, he continued his first question: "Who are you?"

The light was not as dazzling as before, and the fat man finally saw the police uniform on Qi Yuanchang. He suddenly became surprised and speeded up his speech: "Are you a policeman? Are you here to save me? Is the rescue team here? Take me out quickly. My name is Sun Hengde, and I am the director of the Water Affairs Bureau here."

Qi Yuanchang frowned, ignored this guy, and walked towards the cardboard boxes piled by the wall.

This domineering way of speaking was once very familiar. However, that was before.

The empty cardboard box was not very weight, and Qi Yuanchang easily pushed it away. He used the easiest method to find food and satisfactorily saw several heavy boxes falling from a high place. The edge of the box was broken, revealing the flattened iron can box.

It is indeed a tomato sauce sardine, which corresponds to the terrible smell in the air.

"Hey! What are you doing? Put down the things, that...that's mine!"

Sun Hengde did not get the answer he wanted from Qi Yuanchang, but saw Qi Yuanchang pulling his backpack and putting the cans that fell to the ground in. He immediately became angry, shouting and swearing wildly with fear and anger in his mouth, and pounced on this side regardless of everything.

Qi Yuanchang picked up a can in his hand, and in the direction where Sun Hengde rushed, his arm wheel was straight, and a substantial arc was drawn in the air. The hard iron can hit Sun Hengde's forehead without bias. He fell down softly, covering the painful wound with both hands, and kicked back and forth on the ground, howling constantly.

"...You dare to steal my stuff."

"You are a policeman... I know Secretary Wang in your bureau. I... I want to sue you!"

"Bastard, I said I am the director of the Water Affairs Bureau. What do you want to do? Beating someone... You are breaking the law by knowing the law, and I want you to lose money!"

There was a lot of food in the carton, and the quantity was beyond Qi Yuanchang's expectations. In addition to canned food, he found several other boxes of instant noodles and a lot of vacuum-packed bacon. But he couldn't boil water in the basement. Looking at the empty plastic bags scattered on the floor, he probably kept chewing the noodles.

Sun Hengde kept screaming, but it was much smaller than when he was originally.

Apart from Qi Yuanchang, no other person appeared. He probably understood that there was no rescue team. The voice was much more attractive to evil corpses than ordinary people, so he still understood this truth.
Chapter completed!