On the outskirts of Moscow, in front of a wooden house that looked like it was specially designed for celebrities to vacation. A blond man who had put on some disguises but still looked nervous knocked on the door in front of him.

After knocking on the door, he looked around cautiously. He looked suspiciously like a thief who had bypassed the security and entered this resort area exclusively for wealthy people.

In fact, he did sneak in while evading the security guards. After all, if the old bastard who once greeted them with a smile but now plotted against him knew that he was still alive, he would definitely try his best to take that fake person with him.

Get up and kill him.

The man who saw the situation around him felt more and more uneasy. Many people who had gone for a walk after breakfast had noticed the situation here. If they felt that someone suspicious had appeared, someone from them was already notifying the security guard who had been bypassed by him.

.

He continued to knock on the door hard and shouted the name of the owner of the house loudly in a different voice: "Vishnyak! I know you are inside, come and open the door for me!"

When he saw the security guard coming, he couldn't care about his principle of concealment and shouted into the house: "Sonia! You are also in there, right? Let me know when you hear it!"

The security guards slowed down when they saw him mentioning the name of the owner of the house. Anyone who knows these rich and famous people must also be rich. They are just a person who has spent less than the luxury expenses of this group of rich people in a day.

There is no need to lower the security level even lower just because it offends this person who may also be a celebrity.

But even so, they slowly surrounded the man who was still knocking on the door. After all, it was one thing to offend him or not. The person who paid them was still watching.

But what made them all relieved was that the door opened not long after, and the young man with curly hair, the owner of the house, came out.

Before the curly-haired young man could say anything, the man who knocked on the door squeezed into the house.

When he entered, he whispered in the ear of the owner of the house: "I will leave these people outside to you. Remember not to mention my name and identity."

Although the curly-haired young man was a little curious about what happened to him today, he was used to hiding it and still followed the man's instructions and found a reason to send the security guards away.

The curly-haired man looked outside the door covertly, made sure that no one was following him, closed the door, and came to the living room. There, the man who had just come in was blocked by a woman wearing the same pajamas as him.

The woman's face, which should have been full of charm, was now covered with frost. She asked in a very unkind tone: "Okinez, if you don't remember the lesson I gave you last time, I can make you remember it again.

It. Now, hopefully you have a good excuse to quell our anger for a break."

Okinez's face was a little pale, and he could not stand firmly as he said: "Sonia, no matter how you teach me in the future, you can go in now. The complicated situation cannot be discussed here."

Then he leaned against the wall as if he couldn't stand, and Sonia and Vishniak in front of him saw the blood stains under the clothes that did not match his body shape.

On the sofa, Sonia frowned and tore off the transparent tape that Okinez used to fix the wound, cleaned it and wrapped it with gauze.

Vishnyak on the side threw the cleaned things together with the bloody clothes into the fireplace and burned them.

"You should be lucky that my skills as a hygienist on the battlefield have not fallen behind, otherwise you would not be so relaxed now." Sonia put the tools back in the medical box one by one and said.

"...It's not much better now." Okinez, who was still pale, endured the pain and said, "Can't you give me an anesthetic first?"

"Okay, it would be good to get your life back." Sonia ignored her and asked directly, "Now tell us how you got like this. It's really rare for someone to be able to force you to be like this.

.”

Okinez reluctantly put on the clothes Vishniak had found for him, reluctantly sat up, and said as if he was escaping from death: "I guess you must not have read the morning newspaper, why don't you read it first."

He took out a crumpled newspaper from the trousers he had not changed out of, and handed it to Vishnyak who was nearest him.

Vishnyak took the newspaper with a little blood on it, frowned slightly and unfolded it. When he saw the slogan on the headline clearly, he couldn't control his emotions and said: "Varodia is dead!"

"What?" Sonia asked with surprise as she put the medical kit back in. She leaned in front of Vishnyak and looked at the newspaper together.

"That's not all." Okinez said weakly, "If you use the computer to search for information about me now, you will probably see some interesting news. But you have to be mentally prepared... Forget it, after going through that

There seems to be nothing we can’t accept if we do this.”

After hearing his words, Vishniak took the laptop on the table nearby and typed a few words. Then he raised his head and looked at Okinez, who was half sitting, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Okinez, who knew what he was shocked about, was not surprised by his expression, but saw the movement of his hand reaching back to touch.

He did not defend himself loudly, but said weakly: "Vishnyak, you are the only one who has defeated me, that's why I came to you. I believe that with your ability, you can see my

true and false."

"Put away the gun, Vishniak, there is something wrong with Okinets who is still in Moscow." Sonia, who also saw the report on the website, said complicatedly. As her best friend, she was indeed

I can feel the reality of Okinez in front of me.

She turned off the computer with a complicated look on her face, and said in an emotionless tone: "Tell me, what have you been through?"

After slowing down for a moment, Okinez, who was half lying on the sofa, showed an expression of gritted teeth and said with a ferocious face: "It's Bunin! Bunin, the old bastard, plotted against us! I cheated my own death and deceived the impostor who replaced me.

After that, I first went to Volodya, and then I saw him being brought out covered with a white cloth. And the counterfeit who also replaced him was still there, pretending to cry..."

Okinez, whose wound was bleeding due to emotion, lay back on the sofa, calmed down for a while and said: "I also saw that bastard outside Volodya's house. He returned to the scene after completing the crime. I guess

It makes me feel secretly happy to see the fearful expressions on the people I fooled."

"Honestly, I don't think he needs such complicated means to do something to you...you guys." Vishniak shook his head and said what he felt was wrong.

Bunin, who has grown bigger and stronger with the help of his boss, can be said to have one hand covering the sky in Moscow. With his power, there are too many ways to make them disappear quietly.

"But you can't explain that he hasn't told you about Volodya's death until now," Okinez said lightly.

Then the room fell into silence.

"Beep, beep, beep." In the silence, the landline phone in the living room rang.

Sonia, who was the closest, took a closer look and found that the caller's number was a mess of characters. She frowned and took a deep look at Okinez, then motioned to Vishnyak.

After receiving the order, Vishnyak stood up and checked outside in front of each window covertly. When he found nothing unusual, he nodded to Sonia.

Sonia pressed the record button and the hands-free button, letting the disguised voice on the other side sound in the room.

"Is Mr. Okinez here? You seem to be in some trouble."

Sonia slowly backed away, went to a cabinet and pressed a button. She took out the Bobosha submachine gun that had some history but had no loss in performance, and pointed it at the position of Okinez. Wei beside him

Shinyak also unlocked the safety of Makarov's pistol and looked at him warily.

"Who are you? Bunin's accomplice?" Okinez asked with a frown without explaining himself.

He thought that when he came here, except for the last moment when he knocked on the door, he left no trace. But at this time, there seemed to be no one else who could find him except Bunin.

The person on the other side did not answer him directly, but said: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you and your two friends are going to be in trouble. It's useless to talk more. Let me borrow the computer over there and give you a look.

Something."

After the other party finished speaking, the computer that had been idle automatically lit up and jumped to a certain web page.

Vishniak pointed his pistol at the computer and was surprised to find that what appeared on the web page was a picture of Okinez, the same outfit he wore when he knocked on the door just now.

"Although you are indeed cautious enough and took the path to avoid surveillance on the way here, you still underestimated the modern information society." The voice said, "Let's put aside the fact that you were photographed when knocking on the door.

There are no less than ten figures photographed in other places."

As if to prove what he said, the photos on the screen played like a slideshow, showing a picture of Okinez's figure that he thought was well hidden.

Okinez, who was already pale, turned even paler. He raised his head and wanted to explain something, but he only saw the cold eyes of Vishniak and Sonia.

In the cold sight, the voice sounded again: "But you don't have to worry too much, after all, I'm here to help you."

"What do you mean by helping me? Are you Bunin's opponent?" Okinez asked, staring at the pressure in his eyes, "Or...are you looking for the boss?"

Now that things have happened, he will no longer protect the secret of time. His life is almost gone, so why should he care about time?

"Boss...that's what you call him..." the voice pondered for a while and said, "I will help you escape Bunin's pursuit. On the contrary, I need you to help me find information about this boss.

"

Okinez, who did not fully trust the other party, asked: "How can you help me? How can you gain my trust if you don't even dare to show your face? Just these photos? Are they used as a threat?"

The seemingly tough Okinez was actually very unsure of himself. Since he had exposed so many flaws and Bunin's people hadn't caught up yet, it largely meant that this person had helped him.

It can be said that with his life in a pinch, he has no position to refuse his kindness, but there is a prerequisite, that is, he will not abandon or silence him after using him like Bunin.

"Trust can be cultivated." Surprisingly, the other party was not angry because of his lack of cooperation.

"As a sign of sincerity in our initial cooperation, I will give you something." The other person said, "After thirty seconds, these photos will be completely deleted, including the archives in the camera that took these photos.

, together with the figure that was photographed when you entered here."

"Wha...what?" Okinez was speechless in surprise. He originally thought that the other party would directly use this threat to cooperate with him. He agreed to him after seeking favorable conditions, but he did not expect that he would give up so readily.

This handle.

Vishniak and Sonia in the room had almost the same expression, but they didn't change their minds about Okinez after they almost knew that he had really escaped. After all, this person seemed to be able to compete with Bunin.

people, but he attracted them.

The voice didn't intend to explain more, and said directly: "Then, the traces of your escape are gone. But I still want to remind you that it is best not to stay where you are. Your new passport and bank card will be in your hands soon.

, I will contact you when you settle down."

"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate."

After the other party said this, he hung up the phone, but Okinez did not relax at all.

Sonia put a Bobosha submachine gun against his head and said, "Explain, he was talking about you just now."

…

"...The above is the specific situation of your new colleagues. Although they cannot be considered alive at the moment, they cannot be completely regarded as dead. They are not invisible ghosts like folklore and movies, and they are not ghosts who harm people everywhere. Nor are they visible to people.

As for the biting zombies, you just need to face them as ordinary mixed-race humans." Lu Mingfei explained for the three people in front of him.

Then seeing Su Enxi's expression of disbelief, he added: "So, there is no need for you to be afraid of them."
To be continued...