I sell Coke in the doomsday

So, Sun Zheng kicked something after walking a few steps. He let out a muffled groan, then walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened and opened the dusty refrigerator.

The moment the refrigerator was opened, a foul smell filled the air. I covered my nose and my mind was in a mess.

It's been ten years, how could there still be something in the refrigerator? Shouldn't it have been completely decomposed long ago? Where does this stench come from?

While I was wondering, Sun Zheng walked towards me slowly with two cans of beer.

"This is my cold beer. Come on, have a drink."

As Sun Zheng spoke, he handed the can of beer to me. Looking at Sun Zheng's silly look, I could only reach out and take it.

This can of beer was not cold at all. I held it in my hand, looked at Sun Zheng, and hesitated to open it.

Sun Zheng, however, sat on the sofa, opened the can with a relaxed look on his face, and then drank the beer inside in big gulps.

After a moment, Sun Zheng put down the can and looked at me with a smile. When he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, stood up and left.

Seeing this, I was confused and hurriedly followed him. I saw Sun Zheng ran all the way to the toilet, opened the toilet lid and vomited frantically into it.

The water in the toilet had been stored for many years and was emitting a foul smell. After Sun Zheng spitted, the smell in the bathroom became even more pungent.

Sun Zheng squatted on the ground, vomiting continuously, but as he vomited, sobs came out of his voice.

Seeing this, I sighed softly, and I knew that Sun Zheng had finally woken up.

I bent down slightly and gently patted Sun Zheng's back with my palm. At this moment, Sun Zheng's face turned red, as if he was about to suffocate. He was aggrieved like a child, holding on to the edge of the toilet, and whispered like a child's babble.

"I can't go back...I can't go back."

I wanted to say something to comfort Sun Zheng, but as I listened to his words, I became depressed.

Yes, there is no going back.

The brightly lit night scene, the colorful neon lights, and the endless stream of people are all gone.

Everything happened so fast that people had no time to prepare, and even no time to have a good cry.

This world has changed beyond all recognition and there is no going back.

In this doomsday decade, everyone is busy and numb trying to survive, so as to forget the prosperity of the past.

For me, when I wake up in the middle of the night, I always realize sadly that I am the only one in that huge city, and I am the only resident in this ghost town.

Sun Zheng vomited for a long time, as if he was really drunk, and said some illogical nonsense.

I could only support him and walk into a bedroom. There was a big double bed in the bedroom. I put him on the bed and then turned and left.

As the night deepened, I walked around the somewhat messy living room and then set my eyes on the wall behind the sofa.

I saw a huge family portrait hanging on the gray wall. In the photo, Sun Zheng was hugging his wife, and his son was sitting between them, making cute faces.

I have never heard Sun Zheng mention his family, and Sun Zheng always seems to be a carefree person who will not hide his laughter, anger or scolding.

But now, as I look at the family portrait on the wall, I slowly realize that even a straightforward person like him has stories that he cannot tell others.

This is a puzzle that does not need an answer. In this doomsday, all of us have become fragmented, without our loved ones and alone.

Just like Song Mingtao, he could only use clay figurines to tell Xiaoya that she once had grandparents who cherished her very much.

The wind whistled through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell on my face. I couldn't help but squint my eyes and turned away.

I found a room in this house, slept there casually, and didn't think about it anymore.

But after I lay down, countless thoughts began to grow wildly in my mind like weeds.

I felt like I had returned to my old self, lonely, depressed, and unable to control myself from thinking about things I shouldn't have.

It seems that once Tongtong is gone, I will quickly become the coward who had no courage and hid among the zombies.

But even so, every time I think of Tongtong, I can't help but think of her vague connection with that cerebral palsy god.

What is the origin of Tongtong? According to what the Cerebral Palsy God said, she gave me ten places, ten places to transform zombies into humans.

Tongtong was the first one and Song Mingtao’s wife was the second one. But why was Song Mingtao’s wife able to regain her sanity and recover her previous memories, but Tongtong could not?

Just as I was daydreaming, my body suddenly stiffened and my breathing stopped. A terrible thought flooded into my mind and made me feel terrified.

Tongtong...is the first zombie to drink my blood...?

My face turned pale in an instant, my breathing became rapid, and my heart ached badly.

I remember, I remember.

Tongtong is not the first zombie to drink my blood.

The first one... was the guy who bit me and then walked away with a gloomy look on his face.

So... Tongtong is not among those two places?

I tried hard to recall, but found that no matter how hard I tried, I could only come to one conclusion.

I'm not sure that Tongtong was a zombie when she met me. I have never seen her eat people, nor have I seen her chase humans.

So...did Tongtong really change because of my blood, or has she always been herself from the beginning to the end and has never changed?

No, no, no! This is ridiculous. Didn’t the first zombie that bit me also not transform into a human immediately?

Maybe, my blood was tampered with by that cerebral palsy god later.

In a trance, I seemed to hear two voices arguing and arguing in my head.

However, no matter which voice it was, it did not have any ill intention towards Tongtong.

I am really a useless person. Even though I found out that Tongtong might be the work of the god of cerebral palsy, I couldn't have the slightest bit of malice towards her.

There is no doubt that Tongtong, whom I once regarded as a medicine, has now completely ruined me.

I miss her, even though she may be a monster, I still miss her.

Chapter 111 Metaphor of Genius

During the long night, I lay on the cold bed, tossing and turning, worrying about Tongtong's identity.

But this is destined to be a question that has no answer. Even if Tongtong is really the work of the God of Cerebral Palsy, what can I do?

Drive her away?

However, in this end times, I only have Tongtong. She is really the only one who can stay with me. Apart from her, I have nothing.

Even if I could go back ten years, I would no longer be able to fit in with the crowd. The scars left on my body by the Corpse God Cult and the experiences I don't want to recall have turned me into a contradictory monster.

I am afraid of loneliness, but I cannot integrate into the human settlement. Looking at those unfamiliar faces, I always think of the people of the Corpse God Cult, which is unforgettable, so I hate crowded places.

Yes, it is so contradictory. I am afraid of loneliness, but I cannot walk among the crowd.

It was not until Tongtong appeared that I became more and more like a human being, no longer so morbid and crazy.

Looking back on the time before I met Tongtong, my life was like hell.

At that time, there was no one else in my life except myself. I set cumbersome and useless rules for myself and wandered in the empty city during the day like a lonely ghost.

At night, I would sit alone on the sofa, staring blankly at the DVDs I had collected, until I fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it. The longest time I went without seeing a living person other than myself was a whole month.

It was such a nightmare. I couldn’t come to a conclusion, but I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully. I just turned back and forth in bed, tossing and turning until dawn, when I fell asleep unconsciously.

Then, everything was in chaos. I didn’t have any strange dreams. All I knew was a blank period without any consciousness.

I don’t know how long I slept. When I slowly opened my eyes, the sun outside the window had risen to the middle of the sky. I lifted the quilt, rubbed my eyes, and stopped thinking about that question.

Yes, I have given up. No matter what Tongtong's background is, I don't want to think about it anymore. Just pretend that I don't know anything about it at all. I am a guy who is good at deceiving myself.

The tiny dust particles floating in the air are clearly visible under the sunlight.

I pushed the door open and when I stepped into the living room, I stopped for a moment, looking stunned.

I saw that the living room that was full of dust and mess last night was now clean and spotless. If it weren't for the rotten smell floating into my nose, I would have started to doubt whether I had remembered it wrong.

Without all the clutter and dust, the entire living room became bright, clean and tidy. Sun Zheng stood in front of the sofa, staring blankly at the huge family portrait behind the sofa, his expression lonely and gloomy.

I walked slowly over and stood beside Sun Zheng. I also looked up at the family photo and whispered.

"A very cute child."

Hearing this, Sun Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, revealed a bitter smile, and murmured.

"Yeah, it's cute, just a little naughty."

After the words fell, there was another long silence. I did not disturb Sun Zheng, but stood with him in front of the photo, wasting time.

According to our plan, Sun Zheng and I should now go find a car and search the streets for usable fuel. This should be a very urgent matter, because when night falls, the zombies will be partying all over the streets. Sun Zheng cannot accompany me, and I am extremely unfamiliar with this city and can't find the way back at all.

It should be like this... Yes, it should be like this.

But... wasting time is also an indispensable part of life.

I stood with Sun Zheng for a long time, so long that I forgot what I should do. At this time, Sun Zheng looked at the family portrait on the wall and suddenly said in a low voice.

“Photos are such a wonderful thing.”

“I can keep many things. I can never see them again, but I can still see them.”

"so good."

After saying that, Sun Zheng smiled, touched his chin, and spoke softly.

“I feel like I can watch it forever.”

Hearing this, I turned my head, looked at Sun Zheng who was reluctant to leave, and said softly.

"Then take them together."

Sun Zheng shook his head slightly, his eyes dimmed, and said helplessly.

"No, once I have this idea, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave anything behind."

I patted his shoulder, that was all I could do, and tried to persuade him.

"If you don't bring it this time, you may never have the chance to see this photo in your life."

"You see, after many years, you may not even remember any photos of your family."

Sun Zheng1 hesitated when he heard this. He thought for a long time, but still shook his head and said.

"Let me think about it. Let's get down to business now."

I turned my head and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window. It was already past noon. Although it was autumn, there was still some time before dark, so I could still go out and try to search.

"Okay, I'm the guest now, I'll listen to you."

Sun Zheng didn't make any excuses and walked straight to the door, but I was self-aware and took out the knife again and cut my wrist.

In this way, Sun Zheng and I walked through the eighteen floors of stairs and then walked out of the community. After circling around for a long time, we stopped at a pile of scrapped cars. On the long staircase, I completed my disguise as Sun Zheng.

To put it simply, I sprinkled my blood on him, and Sun Zheng seemed to have recovered from his previous state.

There were many zombies gathered in the messy garbage dump on the ground. Seeing this, Sun Zheng stopped. He didn't dare to speak, but just signaled with his eyes, but the meaning of this look was a little strange.

Use your blood to drive them away.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, this is what Sun Zheng meant. I sighed and gave him a look of contempt.

"Come on, come on, find a place to hide quickly. My blood won't work if we're in close contact."

After saying that, I ignored Sun Zheng and walked straight towards the pile of scrapped cars, and picked up an iron bar. The zombies lying on the cars basking in the sun looked at me strangely, as if they were hesitating whether to come up and say hello.

I dragged the iron rod to a shabby car, looked around, picked up the iron rod, and smashed it hard on the intact glass.

Boom! ! !

With a loud bang, the glass shattered instantly, and the harsh sound echoed everywhere in this empty place.

The zombies stood up instantly and covered their ears in disgust, while I picked up the iron rod and smashed them down again.

Like I said, zombies are very sensitive to sounds. Although they are not able to control themselves, they definitely don't like such noises.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

As the noise continued, the originally leisurely zombies suddenly fled in all directions, just like a group of Ah Wei being chased by Brother Jie. It can be said that they were very brave, but also very incompetent.

I continued to make noise until all the zombies were gone. Then I threw down the iron rod, turned around and shouted behind me.

"Okay, come out."

After he finished speaking, Sun Zheng walked out carefully from a distance. At the same time, a light flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise.

"Noise is the zombies' weakness, so we don't have to be afraid of zombies anymore?"