Cheng Jiayi and the other two stepped back and looked up, still screaming.

"Go away, he has mutated!" The fallen armed police struggled, but were unable to get up.

At the gate of the stairs, the armed police, who were also wearing black, hesitated and turned around and rushed towards the two people lying down beside the gate.

"Go away." The people on the ground suddenly coughed up blood. Du Yiyi didn't know where the power burst out, and he ran down with his back. Cheng Jiayi reached out to support the armed police who fell to the ground. As he looked at each other, the eyes of the armed police suddenly changed.

Not just his eyes, his cheeks that were hugging outside suddenly shrank, and his body suddenly became a little weakened in the thick armed police uniform.

What he still said suddenly appeared in Cheng Jiayi's mind: This armed policeman was infected, and his own energy was being rapidly metabolized.

The armed police suddenly moved - he could not move, but suddenly he seemed to have strength again, as if he was about to pounce on Cheng Jiayi. Cheng Jiayi stretched out his hand and saw the submachine gun underground at the corner of his eyes.

She didn't know why she had to grab the gun, but she had already grabbed it. The heavy submachine gun suddenly woke her up, and she grabbed the gun and turned around and ran away.

The entire building seemed to be full of chaotic sounds. When they rushed to the first floor, they heard the last scream in the hall outside.

All three were frightened. Du Yiyi's legs were already weak and he was gasping for breath. Cheng Jiayi felt that her mind was still full of excitement and fear. She knew that she could control herself, but she didn't know how long she could control herself.

She was so eager for blood, and she wanted to pounce on it when she smelled the blood.

She hurriedly wanted to take off her backpack, but she saw that she was still holding a submachine gun, half-kneeling on the ground and throwing the gun, grabbing her backpack and opening the water bottle and drinking several big gulps.

The entry of sugar calmed down the bloodthirsty thoughts in her body, and she grabbed another bag of compressed biscuits and pulled them open.

"Yiyi, you can drink and eat." He still urged, reaching out and grabbing the compressed biscuits from his bag.

Cheng Jiayi swallowed the biscuits hard. Du Yiyi took two big sips by himself, handed them to Yiran, and pulled the compressed biscuits. Cheng Jiayi closed her backpack and threw them behind her. Suddenly, she found that at some point, she threw away the fruit knife.

"What should we do?" Du Yiyi asked in a low voice.

There were still howling upstairs, and the hall on the first floor seemed to be quiet. Cheng Jiayi stood up with a gun.

She wouldn't shoot, but she only had this one in her hand as a weapon.

Cheng Jiayi touched the door and slowly pushed a door open a small gap. The bloody smell became even stronger.

The body blocking the elevator door disappeared. The armed police in the hall disappeared. There was no one in the field of vision.

But the bloody smell is so strong.

Suddenly, she saw a pair of feet exposed on the shopping guide, with black boots on her feet.

Armed police?

She pushed the door open a little more.

A head slowly appeared on the shopping guide table, and then a man in a white coat stood up sideways towards the stairs.

His snow-white coat is spotless and clean, without any blood.

He reached out to take out a bag of gauze from his pocket in his white coat and wiped the corner of his mouth. Cheng Jiayi saw that there was a stethoscope hanging on his neck.

Then the man looked around slowly.

Cheng Jiayi closed the door in an instant, and his heart was about to jump out.

People who eat people are also rational! People who eat people are doctors!

She turned her head and looked at Yiran, who else could she trust?

The footsteps slowly approached, and Cheng Jiayi grabbed the gun and retreated. They had nowhere to escape.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Cheng Jiayi stepped back and fell back from the wall, only three or four steps away from the door. She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't stand up at all.

"Doctor Zhao." He still shouted in surprise.

"Professor Yi, you are here." Doctor Zhao quickly glanced down the stairs, showing a concerned expression, "What's wrong with you?" Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Cheng Jiayi holding a gun, with the black muzzle facing him, and immediately stood down.

"My foot twisted. How is it outside now?" I still breathed a sigh of relief when I saw my familiar colleague.

"There is no one on the first floor, it's okay. Is the upstairs messy again?" Dr. Zhao looked away and looked at Yiran, "I'll show you your feet."

He said and took a step forward.

"Stop!" Cheng Jiayi screamed, "Stop! Leave here immediately! Immediately! Or I will shoot!"

Dr. Zhao stopped immediately, was still surprised, and turned to Cheng Jiayi and said, "Jiayi, this is Uncle Zhao and Auntie's colleague."

Cheng Jiayi's mind was full of the black shoes just now, and the orderly movements of wiping the blood on the corners of her mouth.

"Leave! I don't believe anyone! Let's go now!" Cheng Jiayi shouted, his hands trembling.

If she could be sure that there were bullets in the gun and the gun was loaded, she would shoot without hesitation. It was even more terrifying than those mutants who had lost their minds and were still bloodthirsty.

"Child, I am a doctor. Professor Yi has sprained. You have to let me show her." Dr. Zhao looked at Cheng Jiayi gently and took another step forward.

Cheng Jiayi raised the muzzle, faced Dr. Zhao, and pulled his fingers to the trigger.

She knew there was murderous intent on her face.

Dr. Zhao slowly took another step forward, lifted his hands slightly, as if he wanted to calm down.

"Jiayi, don't be impulsive." Still said softly.

Cheng Jiayi looked at Dr. Zhao in the eyes and looked at him just one step away.

The trembling muzzle almost touched Dr. Zhao's white coat, and she saw Dr. Zhao's eyes flashing pride.

"Don't..." Dr. Zhao's hands moved slightly.

"Bang bang bang!" The strong recoil made Cheng Jiayi shrink. Doctor Zhao's body suddenly paused. He looked at the smoked muzzle in disbelief, his face suddenly became ferocious, and his hands widened at Cheng Jiayi.

It was so close. Cheng Jiayi raised his gun and blocked it with all his might.

The moment before Dr. Zhao threw himself into the muzzle, he lost his strength, hung his body on the muzzle, and fell to the ground with the gun.

"Jiayi...you..." He looked at Cheng Jiayi in disbelief and raised his body to see Dr. Zhao.

"I saw him eat people." Cheng Jiayi shivered.

"What? How is it possible?" Still opened his mouth, as if he couldn't breathe.

"He took an armed policeman." Cheng Jiayi shivered and pursed her lips.

Only she herself knew how strong will she used to resist the temptation of the blood in front of her - this person's blood was even sweeter.

"Mom, let's go quickly, hurry up." Du Yi squatted halfway and grabbed him.

Cheng Jiayi also got up and looked at Dr. Zhao reluctantly.

"Gun. Jiayi, gun!" Du Yiyi reminded.

Cheng Jiayi woke up and pulled out the gun from Dr. Zhao, then pushed open the door.

It was empty outside, as if riots had never happened, and she looked around in a daze.

Outside the building is a dark night. Compared to the bright lights inside the building, there seems to be more danger lurking in the darkness.
Chapter completed!