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Chapter 2 Humanity Filter
Su Wanqing pressed her frozen palms against the fire door, and rust dripped down with the rain.

The dim green light of the emergency light in the corridor cast a shadow on the stairs. A few fresh scratches were revealed where the wall paint had peeled off, and the wall dust embedded in the cracks between the fingernails was still damp.

She lifted her foot and stepped over the crack in the step, the sole of her shoe crushing half of her bloody fingernail.

"Help."

Large blood-red characters were splashed on the corner of the twelfth floor, and the last stroke left a trembling trail.

Su Wanqing squatted down and touched the edge of the handwriting, her fingertips stained with undried blood plasma.

In my previous life, I had seen this kind of distress signal in the toilet cubicle of an air-raid shelter. Later I found out that it was bait used by a robbery gang to catch fat sheep.

The security door on the fifth floor was completely blocked by sofas, and a foul smell came from the gaps.

Su Wanqing took out a high-intensity flashlight from the space, and the beam swept across the pile of corpses.

Seven bodies were wrapped in faded floral curtains. The big toe of the right foot of the top body was tied to a supermarket price tag, and the printed note of 39.9 yuan per kilogram was swaying in the green light.

"Girl, give me some water to drink."

Su Wanqing took a half step back, and the heels of her tactical boots made a crisp sound as they hit the steps.

A pregnant woman with disheveled hair crawled out from behind the pile of corpses, the straps of her maternity dress slipping off to reveal a blue butterfly tattoo on her collarbone.

The jade bracelet suddenly became hot, and a translucent red cross appeared on the retina.

"System scan completed: Fertility value 0, combat potential F."

The mechanical sound made my eardrums numb. "I suggest you discard it."

The pregnant woman's nails dug into the fibers of Su Wanqing's trouser legs, leaving a circle of purple pinch marks on the protruding wrist bone.

Su Wanqing unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and the sound of flowing water was particularly clear in the corridor.

The pregnant woman made a gurgling sound in her throat, and suddenly jumped up to reach out to grab it, but Su Wanqing pressed her shoulder with her knee.

"Three miscarriages?" Su Wanqing sneered, staring at her belly. "And the fourth one just last week? The pregnancy test report is still in the trash, right?"

The pregnant woman froze, and suddenly ripped open her collar to reveal the festering wound on her chest: "They forced me to do it! Those beasts from 302 took turns..."

Su Wanqing pinched out half a piece of Dove chocolate from her collar. There were teeth marks and lipstick on the packaging bag.

It was clearly seen on the surveillance camera last month that this woman used the same rhetoric to trick the elderly man living alone into opening the door to room 1603, and then she turned around and replaced the blood pressure medication for the elderly man with sleeping pills.

The muffled sound of chopping bones came from the seventh floor, and the sound of the kitchen knife hitting the chopping board became shorter and shorter.

Su Wanqing raised her foot and shook off the pregnant woman's hand, and the steel plate of her tactical boots brushed against her cheekbone.

The pregnant woman suddenly pounced on her and bit her ankle, and the Kevlar fiber of her stab-proof pants broke her two front teeth.

"You still have three packs of compressed biscuits in your bag!" the pregnant woman screamed with blood foaming at her mouth, "I smell beef!"

Su Wanqing stepped on her trembling wrist and took out a bottle of expired canned yellow peaches from the space.

The pregnant woman's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and a low growl like a beast protecting its food came from her throat.

This reaction was too familiar - the woman who stole baby milk powder in the previous life stared at the zipper of her backpack in the same way when she was exposed.

"Want it?" Su Wanqing raised the can over the fire window, and the screams from downstairs suddenly approached.

Three dark shadows broke open the security door on the eighth floor, and the blood-stained screwdriver and fire axe flashed coldly in the green light.

The pregnant woman took the opportunity to roll to the corner of the stairs, revealing a barcode tattoo on her lower back, which was the mark of the supermarket theft gang last month.

A holographic screen popped up from the jade bracelet, and the green dots representing humans on the supply map were extinguishing in large numbers.

Su Wanqing stepped down the sticky steps, her tactical flashlight sweeping over half of her ear, where a Swarovski swan pendant was hanging.

Ten days ago, there was a female internet celebrity in this building who live-streamed herself opening packages every day. Now her earrings and toenail fragments are soaked in blood.

"Two painkillers for half a pack of cigarettes!"

A hoarse male voice came from the pipe shaft on the third floor, and Su Wanqing groped her way over along the wall.

An old man in a security uniform was counting pills, and at his feet was a plastic bag filled with tooth-marked adhesive tape.

In his previous life, this old man took the information of all the residents in the building and joined the looters. On the day the air-raid shelter fell, the zombie tide he called with the walkie-talkie engulfed half of the survivors' base.

The wails of a pregnant woman suddenly erupted from the fourth floor: "She has supplies! Her bag is full of meat!"

Su Wanqing swung the high-intensity flashlight backhand, hitting the pregnant woman's kneecap.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps in the corridor, and the iron door of Room 302 was slammed loudly.

Su Wanqing took out the vibrating jade bracelet from her pocket, and a bright red evacuation route popped up on the holographic screen, with the arrow pointing directly to the ventilation duct of the underground garage.

"The game begins."

She curled her lips towards the surveillance camera and took out compressed biscuits soaked in zombie blood from the space.

Those hyenas who hid behind the screens in their previous lives, this time it was their turn to experience the feeling of being hunted. When Su Wanqing kicked open the iron door of the rooftop, hailstones were hitting the rusty guardrails, sparking sparks.

The purple-haired boy knelt at the edge of the reservoir with his back to her. The back of his school uniform was lifted by the wind, revealing the protruding shape of his spine. The back of his hand holding the utility knife was covered with purple veins.

The tip of the knife touched the wrist artery for the third time, always two millimeters away from the skin.

Su Wanqing took out a high-intensity flashlight and shone it on the side of his face. The light moved along his wet school uniform to his trembling fingertips.

The boy's irises shrank into vertical pupils under the strong light, and then quickly returned to amber.

"Hey."

The sound of Su Wanqing tearing open the beef jerky bag was torn apart by the strong wind.

The muscles on the back of the boy's neck twitched violently, and the blade left a white mark on his skin.

She deliberately threw the meat strips coated in chili powder into the puddle. The moment the oil exploded in the mud, the thin body pounced on her like a wild dog hunting for prey.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled at an abnormal frequency when he swallowed. A normal person would do it once per second, but it felt like there were three ball bearings in his throat.

Su Wanqing squatted down and pressed his shoulder blades with her knees, pressing her fingertips on his carotid artery.

Two vibrations of different frequencies came from under the skin, as if someone had inserted an electronic metronome into the blood vessels.

“The barcode is pretty cool.”

Su Wanqing lifted up his wet school uniform that was stuck to his lower back, revealing the number "0927" branded on his burned skin.

I saw this kind of mark in the laboratory in my previous life. It was the code used by the research institute to deal with failed experiments.

The boy suddenly turned his head and bit her tiger's mouth, his canine teeth hitting the metal armor of the tactical gloves with a crisp sound.

The vibration of the jade bracelet made the wrist bone numb, and the light screen that jumped out on the retina was blurred by the heavy rain: [Second personality awakening degree 71%].

Su Wanqing grabbed his collar and pulled him back, and the back of the boy's head hit the iron sheet of the reservoir with a hollow sound.

In the distance, high-voltage power towers exploded with blue and purple sparks, illuminating the entire sky with a pale white light.

"Even if you want to die, you have to wait until you finish eating."

She took out another piece of chocolate and broke it open, and the hazelnut filling in the center fell into the puddles.

The boy's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his eyelashes, which were covered with ice, trembled violently.

Su Wanqing threw the chocolate down the building in front of him. The wrapping paper spun three times in the level 8 wind and hit the solar panel on the roof of the next building that was hit by hail.

The young man let out a low growl like a beast protecting its food, and suddenly stabbed his own throat with a utility knife.

Su Wanqing kicked his wrist, and the blade brushed past the earring and flew out. The handle was still vibrating at a high frequency when it was nailed into the iron door.

The crisp sound of ice cracking came from the reservoir, and the curtain of rain mixed with hail was rippling due to the sound waves.

"Are French people so slow to commit suicide?"

Su Wanqing ripped open the collar of his school uniform, revealing half of a gold-plated badge of the Perfumers Association below his collarbone.

The boy suddenly turned over and hit her chin with his head, but was hit by the metal buckle of his tactical belt and groaned.

His back teeth were grinding, and French sentences came out mixed with blood foam, and he pronounced "sister" as "sese" with a watery sound.

The jade bracelet suddenly became so hot that it was almost burnt, and a light curtain emerged clearly in the rainstorm: [The critical value of the superpower binding has been broken through].

Su Wanqing pinched his cheeks and forced his mouth open, then stuffed the last piece of beef jerky down his throat.

The boy's carotid artery bulged like a wriggling foreign body, and his pupils contracted and expanded alternately when he swallowed, as if there were two snakes fighting behind his eyeballs.

The whole building suddenly shook violently, and the sound of an axe chopping off the security door could be heard downstairs.

The bald landlord's curses mixed with the sound of hail hitting the windows and surged upwards: "The little bitch in 302 hid twenty boxes of instant noodles!"

The boy took the opportunity to bite the tip of his tongue, and the blood sprayed onto Su Wanqing's tactical lenses, exploding into a red mist.

"now it's right."

Su Wanqing wiped the blood off her lenses and watched him curl up like a shrimp at the edge of the reservoir.

The boy inserted his fingers into the drain of the reservoir and scratched around, and even the turned-up fingernails did not stop him.

She squatted down and poured mineral water into the drain. The sound of the running water made his whole body spasm, and his Adam's apple slid up and down at triple speed.

There was a loud bang of a glass curtain wall collapsing in the distance, and the fire on the twelfth floor dyed the rain curtain orange-red.

Su Wanqing grabbed the boy's collar and lifted him up. His wet purple hair stuck to his forehead, and the roots of his hair were fading to silver-white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When a bright red warning box popped up on the jade bracelet, she finally heard the unique sound of air leaking from the water tank on the rooftop, which was unique to zombies.

(End of this chapter)