I sell Coke in the doomsday

“Yeah, we’re doing something great.”

After that, the old man stopped talking, and the driver with a face full of flesh drove the car all the way out of the city, around the edge of the city, and after driving for twenty minutes, stopped in front of a wooden courtyard.

The courtyard here is spacious and looks new, as if it was built in recent years.

After the driver stopped the car, he stayed in it obediently, but when he looked at the courtyard, he swallowed unconsciously.

The old man got out of the car, tidied his clothes, and walked into the courtyard with a smile.

There were many wooden chairs and wooden tables neatly placed in the courtyard. Twelve people dressed in white stood in the middle with confused looks.

Looking closely, it was Jasmine and her group. Jasmine was holding Xiaojuzi's hand, standing among the crowd, looking at the courtyard in confusion.

As far as he could remember, he had never been here before, but for some reason, this courtyard gave him an eerily familiar feeling.

It seems... I have been here many times.

But this feeling was very vague, as if it was a scene I had seen in a dream and I had a foreknowledge of what this place would look like.

But for some reason, when Jasmine recalled the feeling in the dream, her body shuddered, and extreme fear arose from the bottom of her heart, as if a colorful spider was lying on his head, slowly eating him.

The old man glanced at the twelve people in the yard, then quickly retracted his gaze, not daring to look any longer. He walked quickly forward, walked around the twelve people, and walked towards the wooden house.

The door of the wooden house was wide open, and a red wooden table was placed in the lobby. On the table were a plate of fruit and a plate of sweet and sour pork. Chen Ben was sitting in a wheelchair, but there was no pair of chopsticks in front of him. Instead, he held an apple in his hand, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it gently.

The old man came to the wooden table, bowed his head slightly, and called out very respectfully.

"leader."

Chen Ben raised his eyes slightly, glanced at the old man, then continued to sniff the red apple and asked gently.

"How did that go?"

The old man raised his head very naturally, walked behind Chen Ben, pushed the wheelchair, lowered his voice, and spoke slowly.

"That guy is a tough one. He escaped into one of the big supermarkets where we keep those bastards."

"He killed all the people he sent in."

"We don't dare to consume the number of gunmen, nor do we dare to burn the place without permission, so we came to you for advice."

Chen Ben was not surprised by this. He turned the apple in his hand and said calmly.

"If he had died so easily, he wouldn't have come to the city alive."

"However, don't take him too seriously. Just let him stay inside for now. We can slowly deal with him after our party is over."

"Let me ask you, have all the 120 people who left last year returned?"

The old man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, a smile appeared on his face as he replied.

"Well, now we only need the thirty-two people led by Fang Ran. We should be able to return to the city before dark."

Chen Ben nodded nonchalantly and said.

"She has always been steady in her work. I am not worried about her."

"Go back and prepare, set up the venue for the party, and come pick me up in the evening."

The old man understood that Chen Ben was ordering him to leave again, so he didn't stay any longer. After responding respectfully, he pushed Chen Ben's wheelchair back to its original place and quickly left the yard.

From beginning to end, the old man didn't dare to look at the twelve people in the yard.

Chen Ben threw the apple in his hand and glanced at everyone in the yard, as if he was picking something. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on the blind little orange.

After a moment's silence, Chen Ben showed a gentle and bright smile and shouted to Jasmine.

"Jasmine, bring Little Orange over here."

Hearing this, Jasmine's body suddenly tensed up, and she felt that the colorful spider in her imagination suddenly appeared on Little Orange's face.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, but looking at Chen Ben's gentle appearance, she could only take Xiaojuzi's hand and walk towards the smiling Chen Ben step by step.

Chen Ben looked at Xiaojuzi who came to him, looked him up and down, suddenly reached out his hand, pinched Xiaojuzi's face, and showed a satisfied smile.

Then, Chen Ben stuffed the apple into Xiaojuzi's hand, patted Xiaojuzi's shoulder gently with his palm, and spoke gently.

"Eat it, this is for you by Brother Chen."

The bewildered little Orange, holding the apple in his hand, was stunned for a moment, then handed the apple to Jasmine and said in a clumsy but cute way.

"Brother eat."

Jasmine was stunned. Looking at Xiaojuzi's bright smile, she inexplicably felt a little sad in her heart. At this time, Chen Ben shook his head and chuckled, saying.

"Don't worry, Jasmine. This plate of apples and sweet and sour pork is for Little Orange."

"You have to feed Little Orange well and let her eat more."

"Tonight, I'm going to take her to the city to see the world."

Jasmine's hands and feet felt cold. The spider in her imagination had become extremely huge. It bared its fangs at the little orange beside her. The next moment, it was going to bite off half of the little orange's body in one bite.

……

I waited for a long time in the supermarket, but no one came in. Bored, I picked up the flashlight on the ground and started to check the supermarket.

This supermarket is very large and has an underground floor, but the entrance to the underground floor is currently blocked by a pile of debris.

I was looking at the debris in front of me with a flashlight, but I heard a strange noise in my ears.

After hesitating for a moment, I put my ear to the pile of debris and listened carefully.

The next moment, I heard a chaotic roar in my ears, which was hoarse and unpleasant, and did not sound like a human voice.

I'm very familiar with this voice, so familiar that it makes me want to vomit.

Just as I was listening attentively, a head popped over and asked curiously.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound next to my ear almost scared me to death. I patted my chest repeatedly to calm my pounding heart. I glanced at that little head and said with a smile.

"Tongtong, are you trying to scare me to death?"

Tongtong seemed to have slept well and was full of energy. Upon hearing this, she pretended to be innocent and smiled foolishly and said.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"perhaps."

Tongtong glanced at the entrance that was blocked by debris and asked.

"What are you looking at?"

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead and spoke softly.

"There's something in there."

Hearing this, Tongtong immediately became interested, pinched her wrist, and said excitedly.

"Do you need my help? I can kick all these debris away."

I put my hand to my forehead and sighed helplessly.

"No, no, no, there's a group of zombies locked up in there."

"If you kick them out, I'll be the one with the headache."

Hearing this, Tongtong curled the corners of her mouth and smacked her lips softly.

"Tsk."

Tongtong's mood changed quickly. Soon she looked around curiously again and asked.

"It looks like I slept for a long time. Have you made any progress?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It wasn't a question of how long she slept, but that she slept too soundly. The previous gunfire, car racing, and car crashes couldn't wake her up.

I have to say that I am almost envious of such sleep quality.

I took in what had happened and spoke softly.

"Speaking of progress, there is one."

"I know what those weird guys are."

Tongtong was indeed an excellent listener. Upon hearing this, she asked very cooperatively.

"What, then, are they?"

I thought of my strange judgment, my brows couldn't help but frown, and I uttered two words.

"Zombies."

Hearing this, Tongtong, who had been looking expectant, suddenly became confused. She tilted her head slightly and made a very cute sound from her mouth.

"Eh?"

I was also surprised by the result of this speculation, but the evidence from all sides pointed to zombies. I rubbed my brows and spoke slowly.

"Think about it carefully. In this world, besides you, what other race can maintain fair skin?"

"They are zombies. Their skin color perfectly matches the sickly paleness of the zombies."

Tongtong nodded thoughtfully, then asked.

"And what else, other than this, is there any other evidence?"

I was still rubbing my eyebrows, trying not to frown subconsciously, and spoke softly.

"When I first met Chen Ben, I greeted him and shook his hand."

“At that time, I didn’t have any special feelings.”

"But then I thought about it carefully. I was holding the box and walking outside for such a long time."

"Normally, my hands would be very cold at that time, and when I shook hands with other people, they would feel cold, but I would feel warm."

"But at that time, I didn't feel anything because his palms were as cold as mine."

"At that time, I subconsciously ignored this point."

“But when I was fighting with the people here before, when my hands touched them, I felt like I was touching a corpse.”

"Cold."

Having said that, I looked up at Tongtong, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and said.

"The most important thing is that the woman we met this morning said that I smelled like one of their kind."

"In this apocalypse, apart from humans, what creatures would think that I am one of their kind?"

"The answer is zombies."

Chapter 162: City of Demons (V)

"the answer is……"

"Zombies."

In the darkness, the cold light of the flashlight illuminated a corner of the supermarket, where a thick spider web was woven, and the transparent spider silk was covered with dust.

Tongtong looked at me silently for a long time, then suddenly leaned forward, stretched out her hand, put it on my forehead, and said with a worried look on her face.

"What should I do? You were not smart to begin with, so why are you even dumber now?"

"..."

The corner of my eye twitched and the expression on my face suddenly fell. I was not very sure about this inference, and after Tongtong's action, I became even less confident.

Seeing this, Tongtong smiled slyly, a hint of pride flashed in her eyes. She withdrew her palms, put her hands behind her back, gently stood on the tiptoe of her right foot, raised her chin slightly, and smiled.

"Ok."

"I'm not kidding you. I think they are zombies too."

Tongtong stroked her non-existent glasses, held her chin with one hand, and held her arm with the other hand. She began to pace around me, unravelling all the information and telling me the story.

"Although I don't know why intelligent zombies appeared, as long as I apply this conclusion to all the processes, everything will make sense."

"Chen Ben is a zombie, so he doesn't need to eat, drink or sleep, and doesn't have a normal metabolism."

"That's why we never saw him rest, eat, or go to the toilet."

"The reason why there are no zombies in this area is because the intelligent zombies have locked up, expelled, or killed the less intelligent zombies."