The diary owner's unique way of claiming himself attracted me. He rarely uses the word "I", but often calls himself "gatekeeper", which makes what he records is more objective.

It seems that he is just a pair of eyes, ears, and has no subjective conjecture about life and the people he meets.

After reading seven articles in a row, I found that this gatekeeper would do one thing every day. The original words in the diary were "Gate, normal".

The main gate of the farmhouse is an iron fenced door. It is clear inside and outside the door. It is easy to describe a door as "normal", which makes it feel indescribable.

Of course, the doorman does not call him a doorman, but calls himself a gatekeeper, which shows that the owner of the diary has a unique preference in terms of subtitle words.

If names and adjectives can be used at will, and the diary is not written for others to read, then the repeated "patrols" that appear over and over the past seven days makes me puzzled.

The patrol is carried out in turn by survivors, in groups of two people, one at morning, noon and evening. Walk around the exterior wall of the farmhouse, which must also include the gate.

Why does the gatekeeper write the door separately?

I suppressed this question and continued to look back. The content of the diary was actually very monotonous, just to record what the survivors did every day.

In fact, they had nothing to do. At the beginning of the disaster, they knew through radio and mobile phones that there was an infectious disease outside, so they decided to stay away from the crowd and pick fresh vegetables that had not had time to open in the greenhouse into pickled vegetables.

The kitchen has thousands of kilograms of rice, flour and other various foods, which were originally prepared for customers and employees. More than a dozen of them saved money and finally used their existing resources to survive a winter.

They had never fought with zombies, and no one awakened their supernatural powers, as if they were orphans forgotten by the world. Until half a month ago, a guest came to the farmhouse.

Seeing that the content of the diary finally stopped eating or drinking, and after sleeping for a few hours, I cheered up and read it carefully.

This guest was a psychic. He came to the farmhouse alone and said he wanted to go to the black market to do business. However, he was attacked by a mutant beast on the way. His sled dog was bitten to death by a mutant beast. He did not dare to spend the night in the wilderness alone. He happened to accidentally find the farmhouse. He did not expect that there were survivors inside.

The supernatural man used a box of frozen corn he was preparing to sell as a reward and lived in the farmhouse for two days. He told the survivors that a large-scale tide of corpses might explode in the future.

The source of information he provided was the black market. Survivors believed him. After he left, they began to prepare for the war. Unfortunately, they still did not understand what the concept of "large-scale" was.

There are a few survivors who are good at practicing flying knives or go to private shooting ranges to enjoy guns. They think this is enough.

They found a former boss's pistol and a box of bullets from the mezzanine of the office drawer. Obviously, both of these things were illegal, but for them, they were very treasured.

They spend six hours a day practicing throwing knives and axes. Two survivors are particularly good at throwing stones by strings. The attack methods recorded in the diary just happened to face the picture I remember.

When the zombies exploded, there were a large number of zombies approaching, so they attacked with swords, axes and stones. But soon they realized that the number of zombies was far from what they imagined, and they could not kill them at all.

The movement of zombies is not slower than that of humans. For some unknown reason, after the zombies break up, they killed several companions, and the rest retreated into the bathhouse.

Thinking about it darkly, the murderer might think that a few dead people could stop the corpse for a while, but the zombies were picky about food, so they would not eat dead bodies now.

If they think about it better, it may be that they see their companions being thrown down by zombies and cannot bear to be torn alive, so they will give them a happy way to die.

Of course, the second half is just a speculation based on the scene I saw. The content of the diary only happened to their existing zombies, and a line of words was written on the last page: They are here, I want to guard the door.

"Yu, do you know why zombies don't enter the bathhouse? The diary says that no one among the survivors awakens his supernatural powers, so how could the corpse group let go of the remaining people?"

I read and read the important information in the diary. Now I want to hear Gu Yu’s opinion, but I already have guesses in my mind.

"First, it is not ruled out that someone suddenly awakens the supernatural powers. You know that supernatural powers sometimes need to be stimulated. At the critical moment of life and death, the probability of awakening or promotion is relatively high; secondly, the bathroom, to be precise, is a hot spring, which covers the breath of living people and makes them become invisible people in the eyes of zombies."

Gu Yu paused for a moment, "But when we went there there was no water in the pond, and the water marks at the bottom of the pond were not dry, which means there was water there not long ago. I'm not sure, maybe there is no relationship between the two."

I thought about it and nodded and said, "Maybe it's related, but we don't know. Both situations you mentioned are possible, but I think there is another strange thing. We can see the location of the farmhouse at a glance on the road, but the psychic man said that he was accidentally exposed. Could it be that he is severe myopia?"

The post-disaster robbery gangs spring up like mushrooms after a rain. The farmhouse has food and the location is so obvious that anyone who comes and goes from this road should be able to see it.

However, the gatekeeper and the dozen survivors actually spent the whole winter peacefully, without zombies or robbers visiting the door. The only visitor was accidentally discovered while escaping.

"When the spring water is there, the villa is invisible to people and corpses. After the spring water is dry, will it return to normal?"

"Oh? Maybe this is true. The spring water cannot disappear in the blink of an eye, but it is possible that as the number of it decreases, the invisible effect becomes weaker, and in the end it only shrinks to the size of the bath. When the water flows away, the corpse group leaves, and the rest of the people escape by chance."

"Why is the spring water gone?" Gu Yu, like a teacher who was so tempting, guided me to use my brain and come up with the correct answer.

A bold idea flashed through my mind. This idea was too bizarre. I didn't rush to say it. After a few seconds, I said: "The gatekeeper is a data controller. There will be no verbose or repetitive content in his diary. Then the 'gate' he mentioned every day should not refer to the gate that survivors must pass when patrolling."

"From the wounds of the dead in the yard, the survivors were those who were good at throwing knives, axes, strings and guns. The deceased were all young people with no skills, and the gatekeeper was an old man, so either he left the farmhouse with other survivors, or... he went to the 'gate' alone before the fight started."

I took a breath and finally said, "If he left after the tide of corpse, there is no reason not to bring this diary, unless he has never left the farmhouse."

I think Gu Yu understands what I mean. Not leaving does not mean that people are alive. The diary stopped three days ago, which means that the gatekeeper has not returned to the office in the past three days.

What does he have to do with the disappearance of hot springs? What exactly is the ‘door’ he wrote?

"Don't think about it, just pretend to have read this novel." Gu Yu's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Okay~ I'm bored anyway." I rubbed my eyes and put the diary on the bed bag roll. As a result, the material of the bed bag slipped, and the diary pen fell to the ground, and a folded piece of paper fell out from the last page and the back cover.

I picked it up and spread it. When I saw the contents on it, my fingers tightened and almost crushed it. Gu Yu saw my strangeness from the rearview mirror and asked with concern: "What are you looking at? Is it okay?"

I asked him to park the car and handed the paper in front of him, "Look, is this thing your jade pot!"

Gu Yu took it and glanced, nodded and said, "Yes, the text is the same."

The paper is drawn with an enlarged version of the jade pot, so the words on it are very clear. Gu Yu has seen the enlarged jade pot and must remember the words on it. If he says the same thing, there will be no mistake.

"Turn back?" I think this is a clue. We know too little about Gu Yu's life experience. I didn't expect that we could find information about his life experience in a small farmhouse. It would be better to seize this opportunity and maybe the gatekeepers know something.

"We searched everywhere but no gatekeeper appeared. Now there are two possibilities. One is that the door he guarded is not in the farmhouse, and the other is that there is a secret entrance, which is difficult for outsiders to find."

Gu Yu analyzed: "No matter which one is, it's a waste of time to find it. Our purpose is to search for supplies, and our family is still waiting."

I was a little anxious: "But you have always wanted to know about your life experience? This is a rare opportunity!"

Gu Yu turned his head and smiled at me: "Although the past is important, it is not as important as the present or the future. Whether it is the present or the future, I hope that our parents and Long Tao will live better."

This is not a sweet word. He smiled sincerely and his tone was firm. This was what he thought in his heart, which made my eyes turn red. I pulled back the paper, folded it carefully, and put it back in my diary.

As long as we are alive and as long as there is still a future, we will definitely have the opportunity to pursue his past. He is right. If we delay time because of other things, our parents and Ah Ying will be worried and think something is wrong.

"Sir, Captain." I shouted softly.

"Um?"

"I love you."

Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a gentle smile mixed with joy, "Continue to keep it."

"Oh~ Can you follow the script? You should say you love me too!"

"Affect the order."

"drive!"

"yes."

Outside the window was a green field, and the speeding off-road vehicle was emitting a series of cheerful laughter. The warm wind blew my broken pieces. The sun was just right, and our car was driving on the empty road.

Without the occasional blocking vehicles, and without the messy traces and bloodstains left by the tide of corpses, we are more like on a road trip.

My good mood lasted for only half an hour, and it was destroyed by the car stoppers appearing in the middle of the highway. There were deep ditches on both sides of the road, and the cars could not detour. There were several women and children standing side by side in the middle of the road. Seeing that the cars were approaching, they had no intention of avoiding them.

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Chapter completed!