At this moment, a thumping knock came from the door: "Open the door, please save my wife!"

Luo Yuan and Huang Jiahui looked at each other, then stood up, and looked through the cat's eyes. The neighbors knocked on the door, but they were not friends. They only knew that there was such a person, and his face was full of horror and a hint of anxiety.

Luo Yuan thought that he might have been bitten by a mutant mosquito again, and he would definitely not be able to survive. But after all, he was a neighbor, so it would be unreasonable to not go and see it. He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and asked, "What happened?"

When the man saw him open the door, he said anxiously: "Hurry, go to my house to see. My wife is almost out of reach. I don't know what's going on. She mopped the floor in the kitchen, and she fell down as she dragged it."

He turned to Huang Jiahui and said, "Close the door first, I'll go there to see it."

"Okay! Then come back quickly." Huang Jiahui said worriedly.

Luo Yuan didn't say anything and nodded.

The man walked around anxiously, looking in pain. Seeing Luo Yuan turn around, he urged: "She is in the kitchen, come with me."

As he said that, he walked towards his house. Luo Yuan followed him through the living room, but when he approached the kitchen, his steps gradually slowed down, as if waiting for Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan glanced at him and said that he had no mistake about a patient who was very likely to be a malignant infectious disease. However, the two were husband and wife after all, and they lived together in the same room before, but now they didn't dare to connect. Although they understood his behavior reasonably, their perception of him was revealed.

He walked into the kitchen and saw that it was indeed bitten by a mutant mosquito. However, after such a period of delay, the woman had already died. The woman was still pretty. When she saw her, Luo Yuan would still take a few glances. However, now she was swollen and she could no longer recognize her true face.

The kitchen window was open, and the mutated mosquito obviously came in through the window. Moreover, Luo Yuan noticed that the mutated mosquito had not left at all. He was lying on the ceiling above his head and motionless. Its abdomen was heavy, and it looked a little dark red because it had sucked enough blood.

When the man saw that his girlfriend was motionless, his face changed. He quickly covered his mouth with a sad face, but he didn't dare to get close.

Luo Yuan looked at the man with a painful and silent face and said symbolically: "I'll leave first by the way."

"etc!"

Luo Yuan took a few steps and was stopped by him. He turned around and said, "What else is there?"

After the man called him, he hesitated, as if something was hard to speak.

Luo Yuan knew what he was thinking: "Don't worry, this is not an infectious disease. The culprit is the mutant mosquito on the ceiling. If you kill it, it will be fine."

The man was shocked and suddenly looked up at the mutated mosquito. He subconsciously took a few steps back, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

He saw that the kitchen window was still open, so he rushed over and closed it.

"I'll leave first?" Luo Yuan said.

"Wait! I... I may not be able to kill you. Good guys will help me... can you kill it for me?" The man called Luo Yuan again and begged.

If Luo Yuan was just a little disgusted with him at the beginning, he would now be a little disgusted with him. He is indeed quite strong, and killing such mutant mosquitoes is just a slight effort, but the other party would never know his strength. In the eyes of that man, he is also an ordinary person. He passes his risks to some others, and is a stranger, and it is a good plan to make a decision.

Luo Yuan thought about it and let it go. His wife was already miserable enough when the other party died. There was nothing to worry about such a person. He nodded: "Okay, come here with your broom."

"Okay! OK! Thank you so much!" He hurriedly thanked and walked out of the kitchen to find the broom.

After a while, he took it. Luo Yuan took the broom. The ceiling was a little high. He turned over and stood on the cabinet. The mosquito that had been full of blood seemed very slow and had no reaction to the movements below. When the broom approached, it wanted to fly, but it was too late. Luo Yuan slapped hard and left a pool of blood on the ceiling.

"Thank you so much just now. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do." The man breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely.

"You'll be fine if you're welcome. If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Luo Yuan jumped out of the cabinet and clapped his hands.

"I want to ask you for a favor?" Seeing that Luo Yuan was about to leave, the other party hurriedly said.

Luo Yuan paused, wanting to see what he wanted to say.

The man continued with a sad look on his face, "Huiqin died so miserable. Although I want to look at her a few more times, I can't keep it here all the time. In this kind of weather, it will be smelly in half a day..."

Luo Yuan looked at his sad expression as if he was swallowing a fly, and felt sick in his heart. He didn't know how many true feelings there were in it. He interrupted, "What do you mean?"

He said a little embarrassedly: "I...I wonder if you can move her body downstairs?"

Luo Yuan looked at him with a little chill, and his expression became cold: "If you are timid, I won't say anything. You dare not go down. You are just afraid of mutant mosquitoes. This is the normal reaction of many people, but she is also your wife. Unexpectedly, you are going to throw the body as soon as the person died. You still let me throw it away, wanting me to die. Am I just like an idiot?"

After Luo Yuan finished speaking, he was too lazy to take a look at him. Such a top-notch look was disgusting and turned around and left.

The man looked stunned, his face turned red and blue. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but found that the other party had already walked out of the living room.

Luo Yuan walked into the house and Huang Jiahui had already washed rice in the kitchen. He went inside and washed his hands.

"What's wrong with the opposite side?" Huang Jiahui asked.

"It's nothing. When you encounter something disgusting, forget it and don't talk about him!" Luo Yuan shook his head and said.

Seeing this, Huang Jiahui didn't ask again.

After a while, Luo Yuan keenly heard a dull sound from outside, as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground. His expression changed slightly. Unexpectedly, the other party threw his wife's body down from the third floor.

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The dishes at noon today were much simpler, a small plate of pickled vegetables and two salted duck eggs. These things were bought by Luo Yuan before the change. At that time, he bought many such storage-resistant dishes, and there are still some left.

The meat of the mutant beast brought back yesterday, considering that such a day would not end in a short time, was pickled, and it is not time to eat it yet.

I got used to the big fish and meat before, but the few people had no appetite and doubled their appetite. Wang Shishi even ate a few bites and couldn't eat it anymore.

As the evening approached, a jeep stopped in the community and walked down two armed policemen wearing protective suits and carrying fire spitting behind them. Two fire snakes that were dozens of meters long kept shooting back and forth in the open space of the Shuilang community. Through the window, Luo Yuan saw that mutant mosquitoes had their wings burned off and fell from the air from time to time.
Chapter completed!