In a peaceful and prosperous era, prison is not a suitable place for anyone to live in. In the cage, it is dark and humid. Except for the few minutes of air release, you can stand around in the wall and walk around, the rest of the time can only be locked in a small space and endure endless depression.

Zhao Qiang once thought about arranging the base camp to Changsha’s most famous Orange Island, surrounded by water, with a bridge of Xiangjiang River and a subway channel below. The island is fertile. Whether it is environment or transportation, it is an excellent refuge, much better than a bullshit prison. But after thinking for a long time, Zhao Qiang thought of the most serious problem, that is, the Xiangjiang River enters a dry season every winter, and anyone can hike directly from the riverbed to the island. In summer, the flood of the Xiangjiang River is enough to flood the entire island, which is definitely a disaster that is more terrifying than zombies.

After thinking about it, it seems that the only place of prison is suitable as the only refuge. Zhao Qiang lay on the hard wooden bed, thinking about the future path over and over again. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was no hope. There were zombies everywhere, and there were still many survivors. There were evil people like Li Zixin among the survivors. Humans were all on the end, and they were still thinking about how to fight in the nest.

All the people around us put their hopes on us, but we are even more confused now. Prison can provide temporary security, but what about the future? Where is our future?

As he thought about it, Xiao Zhangyu rushed over with a big knife made of wood. He saw Zhao Qiang lying on the bed and jumped to Zhao Qiang, shouting in a slight voice: "Fat Uncle, Fat Uncle, can we play games together?" When Zhao Qiang was studying, he was used to being called by fat men. When Xiao Zhangyu first called Fat Uncle, he was scolded by Li Yun. It was Zhao Qiang who stopped Li Yun and hugged Xiao Zhangyu with a grievance and tears in his eyes, saying what it means to be friendly to Fat Uncle. From then on, Xiao Zhangyu had been "Fat Uncle, Fat Uncle" as soon as he saw Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang threw Xiao Zhangyu on the quilt, teased him for a while, and asked, "Little Octopus, say, what are you going to play with you?"

Xiao Zhangyu giggled, waved the wooden knife in his hand, and said, "Let's play Ultraman vs. Little Monsters."

"Hehe, I play the fat Ultraman, are you good to play the octopus monster?" Zhao Qiang smiled wickedly, scratching Xiao Zhangyu's armpits.

"No, I'm Ultraman, you're a fat monster, hahaha, fight one-on-one..." After saying that, he waved the wooden knife in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Qiang.

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After some fun, Xiao Zhangyu was tired of playing and fell asleep directly in Zhao Qiang's arms. He sent Xiao Zhangyu back to Li Yun's residence, and the haze in Zhao Qiang's heart had long been wiped out. What should I do if I think too much about the future? Isn't Xiao Zhangyu the future? Isn't the future just under my feet when I live?

Zhao Qiang laughed and quickly returned to his residence. The cell was still cold and dark, but Zhao Qiang's heart became warm and bright after letting go of the burden in his heart. Although she didn't know where his wife was now, she must be waiting for her. As long as she didn't give up hope and effort, she would meet her wife again sooner or later.

Put Peng Sha’s photo in close proximity, pick up the equipment she carried with her, and hurriedly bid farewell to Wei Tao and others. Zhao Qiang left the prison. Zhao Qiang’s destination is the city center. Yes, although there are more zombies there, there will be more survivors. His wife can’t find it for a while, so it’s good to be able to find more survivors.

Driven by the cash truck, Zhao Qiang wandered on the streets of Changsha. It was indeed different from before outside the Second Ring Road. The number of zombies was even more terrifying. Crushers and zombie dogs were almost everywhere, but judging from their distribution, it seems that there is no wise man.

Zhao Qiang stood on the top floor of Pinghetang, overlooking the once prosperous Huangxing Road Pedestrian Street. This place has always been the most crowded area in Changsha. Today, it is also extremely lively, at least it looks like that.

The armored car was parked far away on the roadside, and Zhao Qiang did not dare to take the risk of killing the car out of the zombies. The scene where the armored car was almost overturned by the zombies is still vivid in my mind. Faced with such a large number of zombies, Zhao Qiang had to approach it secretly.

Why did these zombies gather here and not disperse? When Zhao Qiang was thinking about how to search for survivors under such circumstances, a fireball dragging a piece of flame's tail rose up.

With a loud "bang", the fireball bloomed into a beautiful firework in the air, colorful. Someone! Zhao Qiang finally discovered the clues of the survivors, and zombies would not set off fireworks.

The fireworks rose from the building of Wangfujing Department Store. As the fireworks bloomed, all the zombies around raised their heads and stared at the dimming sparks without moving. Until the fireworks disappeared, the zombies were still staring at the sky as if they were still unsatisfied, hoping for the next fireworks to appear.

Zhao Qiang was very strange. The zombies around him seemed to have lost their interest in flesh and blood, and just stared at the sky. Therefore, Zhao Qiang easily entered Wangfujing Department Store. The gate of Wangfujing was closed tightly, with no trace of damage, and dozens of corpses with exploded heads piled up at the entrance.

Zhao Qiang was immediately excited. Everything showed that there must be survivors here. The closed door and no entrance were not difficult for Zhao Qiang. The high-tech wall climbing tool used by the police solved this problem well. Without much effort, Zhao Qiang came to a glass window on the third floor of the mall like a gecko.

Don't worry about being penetrated by zombies here. Zhao Qiang smashed the glass and jumped into the mall. The fireworks were set off from the top floor, and the survivors should be nearby. After judging the situation slightly, Zhao Qiang ran towards the top floor.

On the top floor of Wangfujing Department Store, the cold wind roared, and many remaining fireworks were abandoned in a mess on the ground. After searching for a circle, Zhao Qiang did not even notice a single figure. It was still warm, and the person must be in this building. Zhao Qiang touched the fireworks on the ground and made his own judgment.

A "click" sound came from behind Zhao Qiang. This was the sound of a pistol opening safety! Zhao Qiang felt tightened. He didn't know who the other party was. Now he pointed the gun at him, which was definitely not a good sign.

"Rise your hands up and stand up slowly." A crisp voice commanded.

It was a woman. Zhao Qiang was a little helpless. He heard the trembling in his voice. It was a manifestation of tension. In his mind, a little girl was using all her strength to raise the gun in her hand. Due to tension, her body would tremble uncontrollably. In this case, it is best not to stimulate the gun holder. Perhaps if a trembling finger accidentally pulls the trigger unconsciously.
Chapter completed!