They Are Not Human!

Chapter 185: home 08

"Okay, you guys hurry in and look for it, I'm dying of thirst."

"Keep your voice down, don't lead them here."

"Understood," Zhang Yang lowered his voice, waved at his companions, and urged, "Go quickly, don't waste time."

The companions turned and walked into the dilapidated building in front of them.

Zhang Yang exhaled and glanced around, his eyes locked on the half-human-high trash can two meters away.

He walked to the edge of the trash can, and the strong sour smell came out, mixed with the pungent **** smell, which was disgusting.

Zhang Yang resisted the urge to vomit, and moved the trash can to the wall, forming a small triangle where people could hide.

He squatted behind the trash can, watching the roads on both sides vigilantly, watching the wind for his companions.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the alley ahead.

Zhang Yang's face changed, and he scolded secretly why he came so quickly.

He took out the prop and was about to use it, when he saw that there were more corners in the alley.

clothing…

is it human?

Zhang Yang paused, staring at the alley.

The next second, I saw a short-haired boy wearing a white T-shirt and a mask.

He walked on the street, neither fast nor slow, without the slightest fear and nervousness, as if he was shopping.

Zhang Yang held the props, thinking that this should be a big guy.

And it looks a little familiar.

He narrowed his eyes, watching the other party getting closer and closer, his footsteps paused, and his clear eyes looked at him.

"Wen, Wenmeng?" Zhang Yang opened his eyes wide and blurted out.

"Zhang Yang."

Wen let out a sigh of relief, seeing a living person.

He walked quickly towards Zhang Yang, and before he took two steps, he caught a glimpse of the **** trash can, with pieces of meat, bones... bits and pieces, and it was impossible to tell if it was a human corpse or something else.

Wen Qing's face changed slightly, she looked away, and quickly asked, "Where is this place?"

Zhang Yang was stunned and said to him, "Central Street."

He looked Wen Qing up and down, and saw no signs of wounds, so he was even more puzzled: "Don't you know?"

"How did you get here?"

Wen Qing told the truth: "I fainted after the game started on the second day, and I haven't seen anyone."

He woke up in a room half an hour ago.

Wen Qing usually stayed in the house and rarely went to the street. When she went out in time, she went to the Lucky Hotel. The only known neighborhood was the Lucky Hotel.

After waking up, I walked on the street for half an hour. Not only did I not know the way, I didn't even see a person.

Zhang Yang glanced at his watch: "It's already six o'clock in the afternoon."

"If you sleep a little longer, the second day will be over."

"No," he paused and looked up at Wen Qing, "so you slept for a long time and didn't know what happened, right?"