Chapter 164 Jingyuan and Body Memory (2)

The iron gate of the community has long been covered with rust. The iron sheet seems to be peeling off, tilting outwards. When pushed gently, rust powder falls off.

Jingyuan didn't have to walk in. He hadn't walked with his feet on the ground for a while. Because he often had to climb high places, he practiced a more efficient way of moving.

He used flora to simulate organs like barbs on the limbs of insects, so that he can hang on the wall very easily and climb like a gecko, and this will not cause too much movement or movement.

It's almost silent.

This way of movement was something he learned after devouring a certain mutant. That guy moved like this. It hung upside down on the ceiling, and when it moved faster, it looked like a strangely shaped giant spider.

With his physical ability, if he wanted to enter this community, he could enter the interior with a light jump. This is what he did to enter other communities, but at this moment, he just wanted to walk through the door, down-to-earth, and enter through the door.

He walked on the road covered with rotten leaves, which had not been cleaned for six years. Walking on this road gave him a relaxing feeling, just like...well...after get off work, he felt exhausted. A sweeping sense of pleasure.

The community is very quiet. There are no zombies or mutants. Only the cold wind blows through the budding branches in early spring, making a swishing sound.

He didn't know where the zombies in the city had gone. Over the past few days, he had seen very few wandering zombies. Basically, he could only find zombies that were half-paralyzed or so rotten that they could no longer move.

He looked at the map floating in front of him. The mutants were still in another neighborhood. From experience, at night, the mutants' movements would become much slower. In a short period of time, he did not have to worry about being caught up, even if he was caught up.

Once you're on board, escaping is very simple as long as you're not surrounded.

Looking from the bottom up, you can see the old apartments on the sixth floor without balconies, dark green windows, thick decorative curtains, and flower pots placed beside some windows. There are no flowers in the flower pots, only mud, surrounded by a circle

Covered with moss.

The environment here gave him an inexplicable sense of security.

After all, he can see the movements of those guys at any time, but those guys can't see him every minute.

When he met the man's eyes, his body automatically sat upright.

He walked on the bumpy cement floor and looked around.

The walls are covered with small advertisements for "unblocking the sewers" or "unlocking the door". The writing is either blurred or washed away by the rain, and only the paper is stuck to the rough cement.

Both rooms are bedrooms, one is larger and has a double bed, and the other is smaller and has a single bed.

There is a clock hanging above the TV. The clock no longer moves, but there is a portrait of the deceased on the side of the clock. The black and white photo is framed in a square frame and hung in the most conspicuous place in the room. It is of a man wearing a police uniform.

, a middle-aged man with a serious expression.

There was a thick layer of dust on the door handle, and there was an iron sign nailed to the upper right corner. On the sign were engraved four words, "House of Glory."

Even his emotions were aroused, and part of the emotion that was about to be abandoned came back.

This is a single-parent family, and "he" was raised by his mother.

He walked past an old telephone pole and stopped in front of an old building.

The lock resounded, and he pushed the door inwards. The door bolt was rusty and made a harsh squeaking sound.

He didn't know there was a key here beforehand, it was his body's memory that drove him to do this.

Jingyuan found a traffic police card in the drawer. The photo on the card was exactly the same as the portrait hanging on the wall, "Ji Tong", which was "his" father's name.

He seemed to have regained some "human" feeling, stood up, and walked towards the two rooms in the hall.

This is an old building with red brick exterior walls and green-painted wooden windows. It’s hard to tell its age.

Even in the dark, he can see things clearly. The vision problems that once troubled him have been solved, and he has even further gained the ability to see at night.

This is my predecessor's home. No wonder he is so familiar and friendly and wants to come in and take a look.

But he did not choose either of the two methods. Instead, he squatted down and lifted up the red carpet in front of the door.

Two bedrooms and one living room, without a balcony, this room gave Jingyuan a very intimate feeling. He walked along the wall, swept his fingers across the dusty stove, sat on the sofa, and looked at the center of the room.

The big-headed TV suddenly froze for a moment.

Those mutants would never hold back, they were just here to kill him. After experiencing that desperate siege, he had already realized this.

He can enter the door by violently breaking the lock. This is a wooden door. He can smash a hole with one punch and split the door into firewood in two or three blows. If he doesn't want to break in, he can use bacteria to simulate the key.

Can be opened easily.

He inserted the key, held the handle in his hand, and habitually pulled it back before turning the key.

"'Building 7, Unit 2", there is an iron plate with this writing embedded in the eaves of the corridor entrance.

The room with the double bed belongs to the parents, but there is only one set of utensils on the bed, and there are only women's clothes in the wardrobe. Combined with the sign of "Glory House" at the door, it is easy to think of the pillar of the family. Probably a long time ago, because of

Died in the line of duty.

Under the carpet was an old key, a very small one.

He walked into the room and entered this very old and small room.

Although it is of poor quality and rough, it still looks better than the bare cement floor.

Looking at it this way, this ability really provided him with great help. If it weren't for it, he would have been torn into pieces during the siege.

There is no mercy or morality in the world of monsters. There is only one truth here, and that is power.

Jingyuan took a look, walked in, walked forward step by step on the steps, and finally stopped at room 601 on the sixth floor.

There is a three-layer hollow plastic shelf at the door, which holds shoes, umbrellas, masks and other sundries. To the right is the kitchen. There are no tiles on the floor, but there is a layer of gelatin cloth with wooden board-like patterns printed on it.

, as if imitating wooden floors.

The man's face was 70% similar to his, so it was not difficult to guess who this was, probably "his" biological father.

Lying on the bed in the single room, Jingyuan looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling, quietly feeling the tranquility of this moment.

"He" should often lie on this bed, probably after get off work, after returning home with all the fatigue, lying completely relaxed on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about some random things.

If he comes back early, the sound of cooking may be heard outside the door, and a woman with a loud voice may call him out for dinner. If he comes back late, "he" will try not to make a sound and just lie down quietly.

Jingyuan also lay quietly. He closed his eyes and relaxed completely. He even wanted to forget everything and just relax and sleep.
Chapter completed!