"Who will it be in the middle of the night? Could it be that Lao Zhang, the old boy, was told by me during the day and came to take revenge on me at night?"

Zheng Fan stood up and walked towards the door. He probably was Lao Zhang. After all, no one knew that he lived here except Lao Zhang.

"Is it Lao Zhang?"

"Dong, dun, dun..."

No one replied to him, only the constant knocking sounds, which were loud but rhythmic.

Zheng Fan smiled and had already arrived at the door of the room. He was about to unlock the lock. A woman's scream came from the street outside the window.

"Ghost! Help!"

"Help...Help..."

The sudden sound made Zheng Fan's hand that was about to open the door was stopped. He did not rush to open the door, but ran quickly towards the window.

After all, life is at stake, and someone is calling for help!

While walking, Zheng Fan took out his cell phone. Although the Internet was disconnected and he could not make calls, it did not affect the use of the camera function.

If there are thieves or robbers outside, this video will become evidence.

I saw two men and women running desperately on the street holding hands. Behind them, twenty people were walking slowly towards the direction of the two.

Twenty people, with different clothes, some wearing shorts, some wearing long-sleeved sweatshirts, and even wearing suits and tie. Most of them are young people, with only one old man.

"Where is the hell? These two people look like they are a couple, what are they calling for?"

Zheng Fan frowned and regarded this as a prank. After all, there are many people on the Internet now shooting short videos. In order to attract attention, what kind of sand sculpture video can't be shot?

Just as he was about to pull up the curtains, Zheng Fan suddenly rubbed his eyes and looked down again. The man and woman had already run far away, and the twenty people following him were still walking in their direction.

Their speed is the speed of normal people walking, but their hands sag, as if their arms were broken. They pulled the camera function closer to their vision. After a closer look, the gaze of twenty people was very dull and had no spirit.

The old man in the short-sleeved shirt actually had a large piece of meat missing on his arm, and some black liquid was flowing drop by drop.

"hiss..."

After taking a breath of air conditioning, Zheng Fan felt the hairs on his whole body stand up.

"Is the old man's blood black?"

Zheng Fan's heart was thumping, and he suddenly remembered the advertisement he saw during the day.

Could this be a zombie?

Zheng Fan took a deep breath, tried hard to calm down, and plucked up the courage to continue observing through the camera function.

"These twenty people, except for the old man, had a piece of meat missing on their arm, the others didn't seem to be injured, but their faces were a little pale."

Zheng Fan has also seen many zombie movies. The biggest feature is that his body is severely decayed, and his mouth makes a terrifying roar, but the twenty people downstairs do not have these features.

The location rented by Zheng Fan is relatively remote. Because the rent is cheaper in remote places, so there are few cars passing by here on weekdays.

"As soon as the ghost fire sounded, my parents were in vain, the front of the car was raised, and the King of Hell laughed..."

The loud subwoofer sounds from far to near, and a modified ghost fire motorcycle rushed into Zheng Fan's vision.

The motorcycle passed by the "twenty people", but in less than a few seconds, the motorcycle drove back and stopped next to the "twenty people".

"Hey, brothers, can you do it, street performance art? Judging from your consistent pace, I think it will be more exciting to play in a straight stance!"

Two men got off the motorcycle, looking just eighteen or nineteen years old, one of them was holding a selfie stick for his mobile phone.

"Did you see it? Performance art, 666 will be used to make it for me!"

They are two ghost fire boys playing live broadcasts.

"Uncle, you're so hardworking, you're still doing art at such a good age? What is your dream?" One of the guys laughed and raised his eyebrows at the old man.

Another boy holding a selfie stick came closer and gave the old man a close-up shot: "Master, tell me your dream!"

‘Hum’

The old man bit the man's shoulder without any warning, and he subconsciously threw away the selfie stick in his hand in pain.

I touched my shoulder with my hand, and it was bleeding from biting, and I was immediately furious.

"I'm immortal! Do you dare to bite me? Do you know who I am? I am Master Hu! I have 80,000 fans, I'll do it!"

As he said that, the man named Tiger Master kicked the old man in the chest, and the old man fell to the ground.

Another man hurriedly came to persuade the fight: "Master Hu, you are crazy! How dare you hit the old man?"

As soon as the three words "beating an old man" were expressed, the man named Hu Ye immediately woke up. Yes, what era is this? Fighting an old man? First of all, fighting is illegal, and who can afford the old man's medical expenses?

At this time, the remaining nineteen people had dull eyes and walked towards the two ghost fire boys step by step.

"What should I do? Let's run away!"

Master Hu picked up the selfie stick, turned off his phone quickly, and was about to get in the car and run away.

"Where to run? Everyone in the live broadcast room was listening to what we did just now. We have a lot of black fans. If we have a hit-and-run..."

"Yes, I can't run away, grandma, anyway, I have money in labor and capital, so I can only pay for some medical expenses and mental losses. I will help the old man up first..."

Zheng Fan looked upstairs very confused. He began to wonder if these twenty people were so-called zombies.

If it weren't for a zombie, why did the old man bit the "Tiger Master" at the beginning? And after the old man was kicked, there was no one who went to support him or persuade him to fight?

"Uncle, grandpa, grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm young and frivolous. I was wrong just now. I'll help you to the hospital now. No matter how much it costs..."

"Tiger Master" squatted down and helped the old man. Who would have thought that the old man suddenly opened his mouth and bit his neck.

"Damn you..."

Before Master Hu finished speaking, he died.

Dead.

The moment Master Hu lay down, the old man slowly stood up and walked towards another man at a normal speed.

At the same time, the "nineteen people" around him changed direction and came to the body of the tiger master, and began to bite and swallow...

"Kill, kill someone?"

The remaining ghost fire boy was so scared that he almost came out of his urine. The scene in front of him seemed like hell. These people not only dared to kill, but also dared to eat people!

Are they humans?

As soon as he thought of this, the man quickly got on the motorcycle, twisted the key quickly, ran away, and shouted, "Kill! Kill!"

Zheng Fan also sat on the ground with a thump. First, he was scared, second, he was afraid that the zombies downstairs would see him.

He gasped heavily. For the first time in his life, he saw a living person who died in front of him and was brutally eaten.

Unsure, a voice once again amplified his fear countless times.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

The knock on the door was still so rhythmic.

Zheng Fan did not dare to stand up, for fear of being discovered by the zombies outside the window, so he crawled back to his bedroom and took out a one-meter-long iron pipe from the cabinet door, about twenty kilograms.

When renting a house alone, he always has to protect himself. He dare not buy something like a knife, which is illegal, so he got an iron pipe taken from the construction site to protect himself.

Although there are kitchen knives in the kitchen, in comparison, he still feels that iron pipes can bring him a sense of security.

Zheng Fan held the iron tube tightly, as if it could calm his heart a little. He picked up his cell phone and wanted to call the police!

He dialed the alarm number tremblingly, but unfortunately, he still didn't even have any prompt tone and could not dial.

"what do I do?"

I looked at my phone again. The knocking sound outside the door lasted for about ten minutes. If a normal person came to knock on the door, whether it was the landlord, neighbor, or Lao Wang from the express company, if no one opened the door, he would naturally leave.

Where can anyone knock on the door for ten minutes?

"It's not a solution to continue like this. I have to confirm who is knocking at the door!"

After taking a harsh sip of the cigarette, Zheng Fan snatched the cigarette butts and a sense of ruthlessness emerged from his eyes.

"Lao and capital have been abandoned by their parents since childhood, and have been struggling all the way to the present. They are not afraid of those who wear shoes at barefoot, so what about zombies? Gods and ghosts are afraid of evil people, do it!"

He said a harsh word, something called courage seemed to appear in his heart, and he held the steel pipe tightly, feeling not so scared.

His steps were very light, so he tried not to make any sound. He walked carefully towards the door. When he looked through the cat's eyes on the door, he saw a big-breasted woman with a pale face and a dull look, constantly hitting her door with her body.

"Fuck, it's really a zombie. How could I come to me for no reason?"

That look, face, strange knocking method, and then compared with the "twenty people" on the street, Zheng Fan confirmed that this strange woman was a zombie!

"Dong, dun, dun..."

Just as Zheng Fan approached the door, the impact sound became even more violent and the rhythm became faster.

Those collisions seemed to hit Zheng Fan's heart.

For the first time in my life, I saw death with my own eyes, and I knew that there was a zombie at my door, and the call to the police could not be reached. The continuous suppression made Zheng Fan almost collapse.

"Fuck your mother! Hit it, hit it! This is a security door, and it can only be opened by pushing it out. Let's see how you hit it open!"

He roared loudly, and his fingers were almost numb because he had been holding the steel pipe for a long time. After roaring out anger, Zheng Fan felt much more comfortable, but his fear was still there.

He moved a chair and sat about three meters opposite the door. He had to keep a stare. Although the possibility of zombies breaking through the door is very low, if zombies break in, he must use the iron pipe in his hand to counterattack as soon as possible.

The smoke was sucking one by one, and the rhythmic sound of the door hitting the door never stopped. The zombie seemed to be completely tired and had endless energy.

Zheng Fan was very confused. The only thing he was glad that he had stored some food and would not be starved to death for at least a period of time.

About five minutes later, a roar rang in the corridor: "Fuck your mother! Who knocked and woke up the dream of labor and capital. I'll endure you for three minutes, do you know?"

The sound is very close and familiar. Zheng Fan knew that this was Li Laoba, his neighbor, opposite him.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!