Now that he was safe for the time being, Cheng Qianxun sincerely thanked Regel and the others beside him: "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Regel responded casually: "To be honest, I didn't expect when I would become so heroic."
Snede laughed brilliantly: "Then please our heroes, please look around to see if there is anything to eat, drink, or use."
Gordon took Rudolph and Locke to the basement.
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to be too far away, so he followed Regel and Sneed to go upstairs to have a look.
Sure enough, it is for office use.
The messy offices are covered with paper and debris.
From time to time, you can see black splatters on the white walls, and sometimes there is a vague or clear bloody palm print.
"It's really like a scene from Resident Evil."
Cheng Qianxun held Sneijder's arm tightly and hid beside him, feeling that everything was creepy.
There was nothing in this office, so I went to the next one.
As soon as he pushed open the ajar door, he smelled a strong rotten smell.
Reger squeezed the iron chisel in his hand and motioned for others to follow him.
This is probably an officer's office.
The position and title are higher than ordinary ones.
The interior is also better decorated in dark colors.
The desks are made of oak or elm wood that is almost painted black.
The walls and windows are all dark, showing the somewhat repressed and rigorous style of the owner here.
"Oh" Sneijder frowned, while Regel held the iron chisel in his free hand.
There was a corpse that had been chewed beyond recognition on the black leather office chair, which looked extremely horrific.
Reger slowly approached, looked at the torn dark gray uniform that had been torn apart by the zombies, and forced a smile to his side: "He is actually a major general of the Nazi Air Force."
"Nazi" Sneijder also moved closer in disbelief: "That was at least seventy years ago, but this body seems to have been chewed for no more than a month or two."
The flesh on his cheek had been bitten off, but the gray and still elastic flesh and skin on other parts of his head proved that he would not have been dead for long.
Cheng Qianxun only felt disgusted and horrified: "Maybe he is an unlucky guy who likes to wear Nazi uniforms.
Let's leave quickly."
Reger looked at it with some interest: "No wonder people say that Nazi uniforms are the most beautiful uniforms in the world.
Even if this guy looks like this, he still doesn't look ugly."
"Okay, let's go."
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to stay in this gloomy place anymore.
Even the walls were made almost black, and his taste was really alternative and dark.
She joked casually: "If you play the role of a zombie, the Qing Dynasty official uniforms we have are the most effective.
Don't look at it."
Reger was about to leave when he suddenly saw the body moving suddenly. . .
It slowly turned its head with mutilated skin, and its cloudy eyes were facing Regel. . .
It was actually alive.
Reger was stunned for a moment, and Sneijder was also shocked. . .
It opened its "mouth", and inside was a gray-black tongue, or in other words, it opened its teeth, because it no longer had lips, and their lips had long been bitten by zombies.
He said "Ah" and bit at Regel.
"Get out of the way!"
Sneijder was horrified when he came back to his senses and shouted loudly.
But it was too late.
Reger's negligence brought him too close to the zombies, only half a step away.
Regel saw zombies rushing towards him in his desperate eyes, and he also saw death. . .
Suddenly, a metal nameplate flew over and hit the zombie's bulging temple.
The hit made the zombie turn its head, and then random things flew past, making it lose sight of the target for a moment, so it waved its arms randomly to block the things in front of it, and howled.
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Regel quickly took advantage of this opportunity and kicked the zombie in the chest.
"Ouch" The zombie was kicked to the ground and struggled to get up, but a chisel that followed was inserted into its eye.
It fell to the ground, black and white liquid spurted out of its eye, and it barely wavered.
There was little flesh, but the tendons connected to the bones of the arms emitted a howl that was not human-like.
"Die, die," Regel cursed as he kept poking the zombie's deep-set eye sockets with a chisel in both hands.
Putrid liquid splashed everywhere, and zombies wearing tattered military uniforms lay on the ground and twitched.
This scene will never be forgotten for the rest of your life.
The zombie finally stopped moving.
Regel seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
He staggered back two steps and leaned against the wall, gasping for air.
He looked sideways at the stunned Sneijder and Cheng Qianxun, who was holding his nose and frowning.
Regal gasped: "Thank you."
After a while, Cheng Qianxun held her breath and tried to say slowly in a calm tone: "You're welcome, it's easy."
When she saw something was wrong, she grabbed something on the table and threw it on the zombie's head.
As a result, Lei was saved.
Geer's life.
After walking out of the office and continuing to search in every room, Sneijder, whose shock gradually faded, started teasing: "Regel, do you still think that zombie is handsome?"
"Shut up."
Regel forcefully forced out these words.
Cheng Qianxun and Sneijder, who were following behind him, smiled at each other.
The next search was much more cautious than before.
In fact, scanning for goods in an empty house is the most annoying thing.
There might be dormant zombies in any corner, or there might be one or two rotting corpses lying there.
Next, there were no zombies except the rotten corpses that had been completely eaten.
After walking downstairs, Gordon and three other people were waiting there, looking at them expectantly: "Have you gained anything?"
"No," Sneijder sighed: "There is still a pile of waste paper and a few corpses wearing Luftwaffe uniforms upstairs."
"Yes."
Cheng Qianxun raised a jar of coffee powder in his hand.
It was the only food found upstairs: "At least we can use waste paper to roast coffee at night.
I hope there can be water in the bathroom, then I can Got coffee."
The words "Nazi" made Rudolf chuckle: "The basement is simply a warehouse of military uniforms.
There are military uniforms from various countries and periods.
They come in all sizes.
Who wants to change a set?"
The clothes on my body were extremely dirty for a long time.
I crawled in the mud on the river beach every day, and my clothes got wet, dried, and got wet again.
I really wanted to change them.
But Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "Forget it, I don't want to be like the guy upstairs who is not completely dead.
Anyway, the zombies only care about my flesh and don't care about what I'm wearing."
Sneijder suddenly laughed evilly: "It would be better not to wear any clothes."
Yes, if zombies also have intelligence, they will definitely think like men, that it would be better if she didn't wear any clothes.
The men all smiled.
Cheng Qianxun rolled his eyes at Sneijder.
But what happens next?
No food, no water, just a pile of chewed up corpses and office supplies.
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Everyone walked to the window and looked out through the cracks in the boards.
Densely packed zombies were wandering around outside, with about one zombie every five square meters.
There were more than 200 zombies, twice as many as before.
The helicopter could be seen in the distance, but there was a gap of about 400 meters.
It was simply impossible to pass through so many zombies.
It was really ironic: