But Ji Rao didn't wait for Li Zheng to come to him, nor did he wait for Jiang Jiasen to teach him to turn around.

When Jiang Jiasen woke up, he found himself tied to a chair.

He is a zombie, and will not sleep, but Ji Rao offered to drink his blood that day.

He really hasn't eaten flesh and blood for a long time, but Ji Rao suddenly gave him a drink, and he still didn't want to.

He always resists from taking Ji Rao's blood.

Ji Rao's tone at that time was coaxing.

"If you don't drink my blood, you can't live, and I can't catch a person to give it to you. Besides, I don't want you to drink other people's blood. "

The last sentence shakes Jiang Jiasen's determination.

He drank it.

But he didn't know what was added to his blood. Jiang Jiasen's consciousness gradually disappeared, and his body was out of his control.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself sitting in a chair with his hands and feet tied.

He didn't even know how many days he had been in a coma.

Jiang Jiasen suddenly flustered, "Ji Rao!"

The empty room didn't respond.

"Ji Rao!"

He began to struggle, but the rope was too tight. Jiang Jiasen forced himself and fell to the ground. Then he dragged his chair on the ground and slowly rubbed it to the corner of the wall. He began to rub the rope against the corner of the wall.

After grinding for an hour, he broke the rope with the last effort.

He took the rope down, untied the rope on his feet, and yelled for the whole apartment. Finally, he ran downstairs and found that all the zombies who had been wandering outside had disappeared.

What about jirao? What about the zombies?

Jiang Jiasen suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do.

He ran back to his apartment and found a messenger on the desk in Ji Rao's room. He quickly dialed it.

Then came Li Zheng.

"Ji Rao?"

His question cooled Jiang Jiasen's heart. "It's me. Li Zheng, do you know where Ji Rao is now? "

"Ji Rao is missing? When is it? "

As soon as Jiang Jiasen turns around, Yu Guang sees the bathroom with the door open. He is stunned. The communicator in his hand also falls to the ground.

He stood there for two or three seconds, then walked slowly towards the bathroom, where there was a box on the dresser.

The box was full of well behaved test tubes, each filled with blood.

He can even imagine Ji Rao cutting his wrist with a dagger and filling bottles with blood.

Jirao.

……

Ji Rao squatted on the rooftop of an abandoned factory, with low eyebrows and long eyelashes hanging like bird feathers. He was holding a matchbox in his hand, playing between his index and middle fingers.

The wind on the roof was strong, and the sleeves were blowing noisily. His hair had not been cut for a long time. When he went out, he took a small rubber band from the wrist of a female zombie and tied up his hair.

Under the roof, the mass of zombies almost reached the horizon. They crowded together, only their heads swaying, looking like squirming insects.

Ji Rao gently exhaled a breath, fog spread in the air.

The world is coming to an end.

The disaster of r-bacteria has reduced nearly 90% of the country's population. Now more than one million people are gathered under the roof.

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Ji Rao stood up from the roof.

The cold wind came whistling, as if to cut his face open.