There is no need to hide things that have been exposed. Only by saying that flying ashes is a supernatural ability will it not be coveted.

It surprised me that men can think of their abilities at the first time. Do you have the "science fiction brain" now?

"You are the one they said..." The man seemed to think of something, his expression even more surprised than when he saw me using his superpowers.

"Um?"

"What do they say 3o333?"

"Oh, this is my game id, what's wrong?"

The man was excited and rubbed his hands, "No wonder, no wonder the person just said you, it turns out you are 3o333."

He muttered himself that the repeated number ids seemed to have become my lifelong number.

"Let's go, go down and rest for a while, by the way, what do they say about mine." I walked down the stairs and smelled the bloody smell to find the room where the child's mother was.

A group of people who came down from the rooftop did not stay in a room. The child's mother was huddled alone in the bathroom on this floor. She had not recovered yet. Her eyes were staring at the sky outside the air window. The window was covered with thick dust, like a layer of gray sand cloth, so she was definitely not looking at the scenery.

"My surname is Bu, Luobu Bu, just call me Xiaobu." The man followed me and introduced himself.

I glanced at him and was as thin as the child's mother. She was not tall and looked average, but she was very happy when she smiled.

Such people are easy to make people feel good about it, but judging by his age, they should be older than me. I can't call "Xiao Bu".

"What is your full name?" I asked.

"Bda, Radar's Da."

"Then I'll call you your name. Do you know what she's called?" I asked at the woman who was cramped in a ball and staring at the breath window.

"I don't know, she is Weng Changqing's man, I was caught by Erpi Face." Buda shook his head and said.

"Erpi Face..." I repeated this name. No one in Fat Gates's information was nicknamed Erpi Face.

Weng Changqing has always been a team to participate in games. I am not surprised that he has teammates at all. Others cheat secretly. He relies on his brother-in-law as the chairman of the game association and cheats blatantly every time.

The person who helps him can prepare everything for him. As long as the person who detonates the explosives is him, the points will fall into his hands.

I thought of the person on the rooftop again and asked, "Do you know the person I dragged over?"

Buda nodded hatred: "He is just a slut."

The number of players specified in the game is twenty per round, but the number of players in and outside the city plus bait is dozens. Fat Gates's information does not have photos, so I need a guide to help me recognize people.

Buda is undoubtedly the best candidate. He called on the rooftop for so long, which shows that his physical strength is OK.

"The zombies are all dead - they are all dead -" A sharp scream broke out in the next room, and then the others in the room also started to scream.

Buda ran to the bathroom's transverse window and looked out against the window. The building was originally full of zombies, but now there is no one zombie.

"Thunder..." Buda was very excited when he saw that the zombies were gone and wanted to call me, but he didn't seem to find a suitable title. He thought about it for a long time.

"You did it, did you? Are they? What they said is true!"

I rarely care about what others call me. Obviously Buda cares a lot. He was so excited that he danced and ran back to me and looked at me with anticipation.

"Who said to me, what did you say?"

"There are other players in the past. They said that you are the dark horse that has been killed recently. You can kill tens of thousands of zombies at one time, and you can jump into the top twenty from the bottom of the rankings."

"What else?"

"Uh...no, no more."

"You have seen it with your own eyes, and believe in your eyes."

"Um!"

Even if Buda doesn't say it, I know what Weng Changqing said, it's better not to listen to those nonsense.

"You can help me pack the explosives and I'll go around the building."

"good."

The zombies outside have been broken down, so I can be quiet for a while. While no one comes to make trouble, I plan to search this carefully.

Buda went up the rooftop to load explosives, and I was about to go downstairs and searched from the first floor lobby.

Before leaving, I left a word for the child’s mother, whether she can cheer up again depends on herself.

Gu Yu and the others must have searched for the places on the surface when they came. Gu Yu was more careful than me, so my search was not on the things on the surface.

When I entered the room, I knocked on the wall, moved the table, moved the cabinet, moved the sand, and didn't let go of the ceiling. If the floor was made of wooden, I would all look up.

I guess the construction team that specializes in dismantling home decoration is not as efficient as me. From the first floor to the top floor, every room was hit by me.

I even removed the radiator in the room to see if there was something hidden behind it. Finally, I returned to the bathroom on the top floor. This was my last stop. I turned over the washbasin and drying my phone, and searched the water tank in the compartment again.

God pays off on those who are interested, and finally I found something unusual in the last water tank.

Citizens in Minghe City mutated overnight, and no one was left in the living room. There were only a few people working on the monitoring station on the night of the virus explosion, so it is unlikely that the things in the water tank were left behind after the disaster.

I took out something that was wrapped tightly with transparent tape. In fact, there was no water in the water tank, but there might be water when the thing was put in.

"Can you save my daughter?" The child's mother suddenly spoke behind me.

I came in and searched for a long time but she didn't respond. She spoke up as soon as I found something, which made me think she wanted to steal something and almost suck her blood.

She can't withstand my attack at all now, but her eyes are much more spiritual than before. Maybe she figured it out, and she had a desire for life in her heart, and her face was no longer dead.

"I will do my best, but I can't guarantee it." The word "life and death" is not something I can control. I hope she cheers up for her daughter. She needs to be calm, rather than blindly grasping me as a life-saving straw.

Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon she regained her firmness, "As long as I can save my daughter, I can do anything."

"Do you know where your daughter is?"

"She has a modified van in Weng Changqing's car. The front of the car is equipped with steel bar baffles, silver-gray, no license plate, and the hostages are all in that car."

"Is there any bait elsewhere?"

"Yes, the sports center was also arranged by Weng Changqing's people. There were thirty people. He would not go there after the blow-up here."

"How many people guard the hostage?"

"Three, hostages are all children, the oldest is seven years old, the youngest is two years old, and there is no combat power."

"I understand. When the zombies gather at the sports center, you leave here and wait for me at the intersection when you leave the city, and don't let people outside show up."

If the hostages are adults, I can send them out first, then find a few guns for them, so that they can cooperate with the hostages and kill three guards.

But the hostages are all children, so this plan won’t work. Children are too young and have no combat power. Forced rescue will inevitably hurt them.

And once they do this, they must escape immediately. The unowned "bait" will attract other gamers to compete for snatching. If they cannot escape in one fell swoop, all their efforts will be wasted.

A group of wounded men with a car of children would definitely not escape the pursuit of other players.

"I, I can use a gun, I can stay and help you!"

"I'll go out soon, we're all audiences today."

The child's mother didn't understand what I meant, so she was stunned for a moment. I smiled at her mysteriously, not intending to explain.

I handed her the pistol seized from Erpi Face. Even if the zombies were taken to the sports center, it would be difficult to guarantee that there would be no fish that missed the net. She was still very dangerous without weapons.

The child's mother took the gun and her hands were shaking obviously. I asked worriedly: "Too heavy? Or--"

The child's mother shook her head vigorously, and two lines of hot tears flowed down, which made me confused.

"I haven't touched the gun for too long. Sorry, I'm making you laugh." She wiped her tears, used force in her hand, held the gun steadily, and checked the magazine and the safety of her very skillful movements.

Actually, when I heard her describe the noodle cart that Weng Changqing held hostages, I felt that she had a strong observation ability and had very good grasps.

Now seeing her way of checking the gun, I couldn't help but ask: "Are you a policeman?"

The child's mother's body stiffened, her movements paused significantly, she lowered her eyes and said, "It was once."

This is obviously not a pleasant topic. Her answer is very subtle. The disaster does not mean that she has been fired or fired. Many people I meet will use their pre-disaster identity, such as doctors, teachers, and drivers.

Even if they haven't worked in related jobs for three years, when you ask about their profession, they will still answer, yes, I'm a doctor.

If the child's mother had not left the police force before the disaster, she would have fired herself.

I have also encountered many such situations. When disasters break out, or in the three years of the end of the world, some regrets and some hates them. They abandoned their original identities due to different and extremely similar reasons.

Take the doctor as an example. I met a person whose children were all unfortunately infected. He tried his best and finally watched a pair of little angels mutate into zombies.

He could not accept this fact, and he hated his profession. Is a doctor who cannot save people still a doctor?

I remember the expression he expressed when he said this, and at this moment, on the face of the child's mother, I saw the same expression.

"As long as your resignation letter is not approved, you will still be, until a new order is established, you can find another job, police sister."

"You..." The child's mother looked up suddenly, as if she wanted to say something, but without her speaking, her thoughts were already reflected on her face.

She felt that it was too late to say something, and nothing she said or did was useless.

"I'll make a possible inappropriate analogy. A flower is destroyed by hail and pests, but as long as the roots are not broken, it will still bloom beautiful flowers in the coming year, and the flowers will still be flowers."

I still adhere to the old rules and persuade people. I should talk about it. The remaining ideological struggles can only be completed by the parties themselves.

If you think it through, you change it; if you can’t figure it out, you will continue to get deeply involved. After all, others will be auxiliary.

Looking at the child's mother's eyes, I knew she had at least listened to my words.

The unpleasant topic ended here. I had found what I was looking for. Before Buda had packed the explosives, I was going to chat with my child's mother for a few more words.

"How did you get on the rooftop? Where were you when the zombies surrounded him?"

I have always wanted to ask about this matter. The zombies surrounded the monitoring station and they were not on the rooftop at that time. When I missed my eyes, they appeared. Could it be that they would teleport?
Chapter completed!