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- After rummaging around in the room for so long and not hearing anything else, Wang Lu was no longer worried.
He scratched his head, looked back and forth, quickly took off his pants, and sat down.
Sitting on the toilet, I relaxed my stomach.
Satisfied, I luxuriously used a thick fold of toilet paper.
Wang Lu stood up, straightened his clothes, and put on the water.
With a splash and listening to the familiar sound of water, Wang Lu had never thought that using the toilet would be such a fun thing!
No wonder a petty bourgeoisie magazine once claimed that the toilet is the greatest invention of human civilization.
Wang Lu walked to the second floor in a relaxed mood.
There was a faint smell in the corridor, probably because I had just used the bathroom.
There are three rooms on the second floor.
Wang Lu pushed open the room closest to the corridor.
His eyes lit up.
The floor is covered with flooring. Although it is a commercially available laminate floor, it already looks much more "classy" than the terrazzo floor.
Next to the handmade semi-open wardrobe is a large Simmons bed frame, which is also covered with light brown sofa leather.
On the wall directly opposite Simmons, there is an LCD TV hanging.
There is a computer on the table by the window.
There are pink curtains hanging on the windowsill.
In short, it¡¯s as tacky as you want it to be.
Wang Lu tilted his head and looked at the group photo hanging on the bedside - it was a wedding photo.
The woman in the photo is wearing the same eyebrows and lipstick as all the women in the wedding photos. I can¡¯t tell whether it looks good or ugly.
She has a pretty good figure, very breasted.
She must be the son-in-law of the zombie old lady in the living room downstairs.
Wang Lu rubbed his hands. A woman of her age should prepare necessities such as sanitary napkins at home.
If you live with your mother-in-law, you can¡¯t leave them in the bathroom, so you can only put them in your bedroom.
Wang Lu opened the desk drawers one by one and rummaged through the closet. He felt that the long and short clothes on the hangers were too much in the way, so he simply took them off and threw them on the bed.
Wang Lu's fingers suddenly touched a hard box hidden under a pile of clothes.
Wang Lu took off the clothes on it and found a small storage box.
It¡¯s rectangular, made of mahogany wood, and has a small lock hanging on it.
Wang Lu also has a similar box like this at home, which is used to store passbooks, bank cards and jewelry.
Wang Lu smiled hoarsely. He was about to raise his hand and throw it to the ground, but stopped.
With a trace of curiosity, Wang Lu used a jade paperweight on the desk to open the small lock.
There are some jewelry inside.
Gold, platinum, diamonds, pearls, rubies.
There are earrings, rings, necklaces, brooches, and bracelets.
Wang Lu couldn't help but burst out laughing. He took out a few rings and waved them to the bride who was smiling stiffly at him on the wall. She should have a husband who loved her very much.
Although it is not very valuable - like that diamond necklace, although it is studded with many sparkling diamonds, they are actually worthless broken diamonds, and the largest one is less than one carat.
But her husband must be very serious when he accompanies her to choose in the store.
Maybe the two of them had even discussed leaving the most valuable jewelry to their son as a betrothal gift for their new wife.
Wang Lu and Chen Wei also had this idea.
When they first got married, the two finally made up their minds to buy a diamond necklace worth 9,888 yuan. Although it was a small diamond, it still came with a diamond grade certificate.
Except for the night of the wedding banquet, Chen Wei never bothered to wear it again.
It was wrapped in a box lined with velvet and locked in a hidden box in the closet. It was said that it would be a family heirloom passed down to his son.
At that time, I didn¡¯t even know whether I would have a son or a daughter in the future.
That family heirloom necklace was now abandoned at home. She was preparing to go out to escape. When Chen Wei packed the package, she didn't even bother to open the secret box and take a look at the passbooks and jewelry inside.
Wang Lu threw the jewelry box on the bed. These things were not as important as a pack of sanitary napkins.
After rummaging through the closet for a long time, Wang Lu finally cheered and got out with a silk scarf on his head. What he held high in his right hand was a pack of Shubao.
Hu Shu Bao has been opened and used, but at least there are a few pieces left, which are enough to overcome the current difficulties.
Wang Lu couldn¡¯t help but lift up the sanitary napkin and kissed him on the mouth.?My mother, I finally don¡¯t have to fight zombies for the time being.
After putting away the sanitary napkins, Wang Lu planned to go to the two rooms next to him and look around to see if he could find anything useful.
The other room is also a bedroom, but it has no decoration. There is an old-fashioned double-door wardrobe with two camphor wood suitcases stacked in the corner. The bed is also covered with bright red and green silk quilts.
Wang Lu¡¯s heart moved slightly. There was a double bed in the bedroom.
The last room.
Wang Lu twisted the door handle.
It¡¯s locked!
Wang Lu tried again.
It is indeed locked!
There is a decapitated zombie lying in the living room, and the valuable jewelry is still in place. In a building like this, what is there that needs to be locked?
Wang Lu put his ear to the door panel and listened. There was no sound inside.
He tried to knock gently on the door, but there was still silence inside the door.
But, the smell is getting stronger and stronger.
Wang Lu moved a chair from the side room, placed it in front of the door, climbed up, stood on tiptoes, and looked in through the window on the door - old-fashioned houses all have such windows on the door. When Wang Lu was a child, when his mother locked him in his room and forced him to do homework, he would inevitably get out of the window on the door and run outside to read the little book. The window is very narrow, not much wider than a hand, and only children can get in and out with their thin bodies.
But it¡¯s enough to see clearly what¡¯s going on in the room.
Wang Lu only glanced at it, then he couldn't help but stepped backward and fell heavily from the chair.
There is a corpse in the room!
Not a zombie. It's a corpse!
The room was dark with the curtains drawn.
This kind of old-fashioned rural house has no flat roof and exposed thick pine beams.
There is a corpse hanging on the beam.
The body of a suicide.
It has been a long time, and the corpse hanging under the beam has long since rotted. The muscles have fallen off, revealing the white bones. The black eye sockets are facing Wang Lu's eyes, which are looking in.
So, there is always a smell in this house.
Wang Lu forced himself to stand up and suddenly vomited on the ground, causing bitter bile to come out.
Fighting zombies is one thing, seeing dead people is another.
To be honest, this is the first time Wang Lu has seen a dead person since the outbreak of the biochemical crisis.
The real dead.
Originally, Wang Lu thought that there would be no more dead people in this world.
There are only zombies.
And the living people waiting to be bitten by zombies and then die and turn into zombies.
But now, in the remote town of Yinjiang, in a small farmhouse with no house number, there is a corpse.
A corpse carrying human dignity that committed suicide.
Slowly, Wang Lu pieced together a picture.
This is an ordinary empty-nest family in the rural areas of Jiangnan. The adult children work outside and send money to their elderly parents. The old couple depends on each other at home. The happiest time is only when the children who have gone away come home.
The end is coming.
There was also a strong old man who used a wood chopper to chop to death the old lady who was the first to mutate.
Then, he himself began to mutate - no! No! The old man has not mutated. If he had mutated, all he would be hanging on the beam now would be a zombie.
The old man is still a living person, a normal living person.
¡°While he was still alive, he hung himself from the rafters.
Why?
Is it because my dependent wife turned into a demon and I had to kill her with my own hands?
Or is there no news from his son and daughter-in-law, and there is no one he cares about in this world?
Or, to die together?
He and his wife have been together for such a long time. After sending his wife away with his own hands, he must have no business anymore.
Living in this world full of zombies, it is better to follow them.
We cannot be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we hope to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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