Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

Nourishing~

The iron gate of the workers' shed area was opened.

One by one, the survivors, trembling, slowly walked out.

Most of them were wounded, ragged, emaciated, and covered in old and new scars and bruises.

He looked around at the police officers, bewildered and helpless.

Wu Zheng, leaning on his crutches and limping, plunged into the crowd.

"Xiaoli! Yaya! Where are you?"

He pushed aside one dazed person after another, his gaze eagerly sweeping over each face.

"Has anyone seen my wife and child? A woman, with a seven or eight-year-old daughter!"

He grabbed a man by the shoulder and shook him; the man just slowly shook his head, his eyes unfocused.

He rushed to another one, only to be met with silence or bewilderment once more.

Occasionally, someone would recognize him, but they would only murmur something, then sigh and glance at a corner at the back of the crowd.

A bad feeling suddenly rose in Wu Zheng's heart, and he almost stumbled as he ran towards the innermost corner of the workers' shed area.

There, he saw a huddled figure, as thin as a withered leaf.

Wu Zheng's pupils contracted slightly, and he practically tumbled and crawled over.

"Ya Ya!"

The girl heard the sound and slowly raised her head.

Her small face was covered in mud and dried tear stains, and her big eyes were empty and lifeless, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

She didn't cry, she didn't shout, she just looked like a broken porcelain doll.

A woman was lying in the girl's arms.

That woman can no longer be called a human being.

She was so thin she was just skin and bones, covered in tattered clothes, her face covered in filth and sores, and her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

"Xiao Li..."

Wu Zheng knelt on the ground, reaching out his hand, but dared not touch it.

The woman on the ground seemed to hear his voice, and her eyelids twitched with difficulty.

Her lips parted, and a soft, whistling sound came from her throat.

"……just……"

Just one word, yet it seemed to have exhausted all the remaining vitality in her life.

She tried to open her eyes wide, but she couldn't lift them up no matter what she did. Her arms hung in mid-air, as if she wanted to touch something.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Wu Zheng's voice trembled as he gripped the other person's hand tightly and covered his face.

"Take care of...take care of..." she didn't finish her sentence.

The withered, emaciated hand slowly slid from Wu Zheng's fingertips, leaving a shallow mark on the muddy ground.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Wu Zheng stared blankly at his wife's lifeless face.

His body began to tremble.

First the shoulders, then the whole body.

He lowered his head, and a tear fell onto the woman's cold cheek.

"ah--"

A wailing sound, inhuman and suppressed to the extreme, burst from Wu Zheng's throat.

Not far away.

Wang Hu sighed softly as he looked at the scene before him.

"Why!"

"He's a real man, risking his life to come back... what a pity..."

Tang Long stood beside him without saying a word, simply lighting a cigarette in silence.

The crimson cigarette butt flickered in the darkness, reflecting on his expressionless face: "In the apocalypse, tragedy is the norm!"

"At least, his daughter is still alive."

"Yes!" Wang Hu seemed to have thought of something, his voice lowering slightly: "At least, his daughter is still alive."

Tang Long glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

He remembered that when they first met, Wang Hu had mentioned that he had a daughter.

The scene before him was probably even more painful for him.

suddenly.

"Team Leader Tang!"

Zhao Fan ran over from a distance.

"What! You've finished counting everything?" Tang Long turned his head and glanced at the other person.

"No, there's been a major discovery!" Zhao Fan's voice was urgent.

"You'd better go and see for yourself."

Tang Long threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and stomped it out with his foot.

"lead the way."

......

Tang Long followed Zhao Fan and continued on his way.

"The food and weapons have been inventoried," Zhao Fan reported quickly as he walked.

"The silos have an astonishing amount of reserves, most of which are well preserved and enough to feed all of us for more than ten years."

"In addition, we also found a number of standard weapons and ammunition, as well as some special equipment, such as night vision goggles and bulletproof vests."

The two arrived at the archives room on the basement floor of the office building.

Zhao Fan pushed open a row of heavy filing cabinets, revealing a metal door disguised as a wall.

"When I led the search, we found that the echo in this wall was wrong. After breaking it open, we found this."

The metal door was unlocked, and Zhao Fan easily pulled it open.

A downward staircase appeared before the two of them.

"The inside has already been checked." Zhao Fan turned to look at Tang Long and went in first.

The stairs are short, leading to a small underground space that is divided into two rooms.

The door to the room on the left was open.

The interior was a mess, with a large number of electronic devices violently smashed and the main unit case burned down to a charred frame.

Chen Ming was squatting in front of the wreckage of a server, carefully disassembling something.

"Chen Ming," Tang Long said.

"Team Leader Tang." Chen Ming turned around, saw Tang Long, and held up a hard drive that had been pried off.

"The devices have all remotely self-destructed, but the hard drive is not severely physically damaged. Give me some time, and I should be able to recover some of the data."

Tang Long nodded, his gaze shifting to the tightly closed metal door on the right.

"What's that over there?"

"A storage room," Zhao Fan replied.

Tang Long walked over and pushed open the door.

A smell mixed with disinfectant and blood wafted towards us.

The room wasn't big, but it was filled with things everywhere.

Several suitcases were placed on the shelf against the wall.

Tang Long opened one of them.

Inside the box, dozens of dark red vials were neatly stacked in the slots, the syringes reflecting a cold light under the lamp.

"This is..." Tang Long's pupils contracted slightly.

He remembered the man called Brother Xiong, who had injected him with this very substance in the end.

Chen Ming leaned closer: "You recognize this thing?"

Tang Long hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Before, I saw their boss on the rooftop, and he had been injected with this stuff."

He gave a brief explanation.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming's eyes lit up instantly: "Wow! That's amazing?"

He picked up one of the potions and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Let me take these things back and study them first."

"Hmm!" Tang Long nodded, shifting his gaze from the potion to the center of the room.

There, dozens of silver cryogenic transport boxes, each about half a person's height, were placed.

"What's in there?"

Zhao Fan shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't had a chance to open it yet."

Tang Long stepped forward, randomly selected a box, and unlocked it.

A wisp of white, cold air wafted out from the edge gap.

Tang Long frowned slightly and opened the lid.

The box did not contain the precious medicines or supplies they had expected.

Instead...

Human organs are individually sealed in transparent sterile bags.