Chapter 342 Absolute Zero 25
"Instead of thinking about it, you might as well act faster."
The companion next to him heard the words and said.
They moved too slowly, and the better tiles were picked up by those who came first.
The wood that could be seen everywhere before was also quietly dragged back.
I don’t know when, the streets outside have become less and less safe. The corpses lying everywhere have not been cleaned up, and some people have robbed some remote places.
From the horror of seeing the dead at the very beginning, until now he has been numb.
Until I saw in the distance, a homeless man was picking off the clothes of the corpse...
The man was taken aback for a moment, then quickly patted his companion, motioning him to look over.
"Look there!"
"my God!"
The companion cried out in shock.
The voices of the two caught the attention of the homeless man, who had disheveled hair and looked towards them with a few thin autumn clothes in his hands.
His cloudy eyes looked a little permeable.
Seeing this, the companion quickly patted the man on the shoulder, "Go, go!"
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The seventeenth day of the game.
Fu Anan was sitting in his room at this moment.
She was staring intently at a can in front of her, and the tab of the can stood up very slowly under Fu Anan's gaze.
With a click, it opens.
The thin aluminum skins on both sides were dented to both sides under pressure, and some of the Coke inside was splashed out.
Tsk, the ability to control needs to be strengthened.
Fu Anan clicked his tongue regretfully, picked up the opened Coke and drank it.
Looking downstairs, I suddenly saw a group of people passing by the road in front of the door, looked at their house several times, and then walked towards the next door.
All of them are men, seven or eight people, who have never seen this area before, and they are all unfamiliar faces.
Where did these people come from?
Fu Anan stood in front of the window and watched them stop next door.
She remembered the family next door, who seemed to be surnamed Sun.
bang bang bang—
The sound of knocking on the iron door was obvious and harsh in the open place where no one was around.
The door of the house was closed, and no one came to open the door.
However, the iron gate blocking this group of people was destroyed by tornadoes and hailstones one after another, without repairs and reinforcements, it was no different from decoration.
It was removed in two or three strokes by a man holding a big iron wrench.