Jingyuan was riding on a quiet road, with only a shallow layer of snow on the road. He did not need to modify the bicycle tires to ride smoothly on the road.

He can now travel normally, and he feels very comfortable when the sun shines on his body.

Winter was almost over, and he didn't need to warm himself by the fire every few hours or tie hot water bottles to various parts of his body to maintain warmth.

Still haven't found where Xiao Yun'er went, not even a trace of her activities.

Sometimes, Jingyuan would wonder if Xiao Yun'er had also found a place to hibernate.

After all, she is also a mutant. Perhaps the low temperature caused her to enter a dormant state. In fact, she just found a place to sleep. Waiting for spring to come, she will wake up and return to the narrow supermarket. It would be great if that was the case.

This trip was on his way back. He parked the car at a certain intersection, walked on foot, and came to Shunxiang Supermarket near the explosion ruins.

I walked in and walked around, but nothing changed.

Xiao Yun'er really seems to have disappeared.

He sighed and thought, go back and repair for a day, and then look to the east or west of the city.

To seize the end of winter, when spring comes, the road will not be so easy. Zombies will wake up from the ice, and mutants that have been dormant for a winter will also wake up. They may look like those who wake up from hibernation.

Like a bear, it enters a state of hunger.

At that time, the whole city might be in chaos and the danger would be even greater.

He rummaged through his travel bag and wanted to get a box of bento to eat. Every time he went out, Tang Xue would prepare several lunch boxes for him. The lunch boxes contained fried beef patties, fried potatoes and other cooked food with little moisture. He was hungry.

, you can take it out and eat it directly, or if you have time, light a fire and heat it up a little before eating it.

But after searching around, I realized that the food I had brought with me this time was gone, and there wasn't much water left.

He was a little hungry. It would take about two or three hours to ride back from here. He had already taken away the edible food in the supermarket and moved the water to 707.

He remembered that there were more than a dozen cans in 707, so he happened to go there to sit for a while, finish his lunch and then go back.

After leaving the supermarket, I took a detour on my bicycle and stopped in front of Shili Sunshine.

Speaking of which, the last time I went back to 707 was when I rescued Tang Xue from the north of the city.

Although the comfort of living in that place was far from that of a large villa, and the facilities were not complete, it was still the first place he saw after opening his eyes in this world.

There is a faint sense of nostalgia, as if I was a social worker after graduation and came to the old and dilapidated school where I studied and told others, "Look, I used to study here, and the toilet there was empty every now and then."

Once blocked, shit will spread all over the Jinshan Mountain.

He stood in front of the door for a while and saw the dead tree whose branches he had cut off. It had a cross-section as big as the mouth of a bowl. He had chopped it with an eggplant knife when he was practicing parkour one night.

Park your bicycle downstairs in Building 3 and slowly go upstairs with your bag on your back.

At the stairwell of the seventh floor, he saw the water pipe that he had pried open.

He took a step forward, turned right, and saw 707 in front of him, but when he saw the door of 707 clearly, his steps suddenly stopped.

He clearly remembered that before leaving, he put a padlock on the door of 707 and wrapped the door with a metal chain. However, the door was open at this moment. The lock fell to the ground and the lock cylinder broke.

, completely useless.

Cold wind blew through the gap in the door. He remembered that the front door faced the balcony, and he must have closed the balcony's floor-to-ceiling windows. Without external force to open the window, there would never be such a wind.

It was clear at a glance what had happened. Something had broken into his temporary shelter, breaking the door lock and breaking the balcony window.

It's impossible for ordinary zombies to do such a thing. Could it be a mutant? Or a human?

Jingyuan retreated into the shadow of the corridor, put his ear against the wall, and concentrated on feeling the movement inside room 707.

But he didn't hear any special sound, only the faint sound of wind.

He thought about whether to go in and take a look. The value of 707 was not high to him. There was nothing special there. If anything, there was one.

The thing that looked like mold in a glass bottle that the macho man left behind was stored in the cabinet in the living room. He almost forgot about it, and by the way, he also found it in the first few days.

He put the core of the mutated mango and the peeled and dried mango skin in plastic bags and put them in the cabinet.

He didn't realize that these things had any effect at first, so he simply left them in 707 and never came back to get them. More than four months had passed since then.

But although these things are a bit special, they are actually of little use to him, so it doesn't matter if they are discarded.

He was just thinking about one thing. Is there a possibility that Xiao Yun'er disappeared in his room?

It's not that he has lost his mind and is thinking wildly. After all, this is the place where he has stayed. If Xiao Yun'er went out to find him, it is not impossible to look for traces and find him at the door.

What if, what if the person in the door is her?

Rational analysis shows that at least the probability of him finding Xiao Yun'er behind this door is higher than in other places.

You have to go in and take a look. He controlled the overflow of bacteria. The black bacterial fluid covered his head and shaped into a smooth bulletproof helmet, completely covering his neck and only exposing his eyes.

Judging from the performance of various infected bodies, the head is his most critical part, so he must give priority to protecting his head.

He took out the double-barreled shotgun from his bag and loaded it with single-head shotguns in both chambers.

This shotgun can only hold two bullets at a time, and it must be reloaded after shooting. In exchange, it has unparalleled destructive power.

If there was a dangerous monster inside, he would naturally shoot without hesitation and blow the guy's head to pieces with bullets.

He put down his travel bag, carrying only his weapons, paying attention to the signs of trouble, and moved forward quietly against the wall, his footsteps silent.

After pondering behind the door for a moment, he opened the door suddenly, like an anti-terrorist force assault, and pointed his gun at the center of the hall. However, what he saw was a scene that stunned him.

It was a huge cocoon, and something black like spider silk stuck to the ceiling and the floor, hanging the cocoon in the center of the hall.

The wind poured in through the hole in the center of the cocoon, and the floor-to-ceiling windows had already been pierced by black sticky threads.

This is not a gestating cocoon, but the remains of a cocoon. The things gestating in it have broken out of the cocoon and have gone to who knows where.
Chapter completed!