Chapter 7 The Heart of the End Times

The night passed again, the sun rose again, and the light shot into the room. The strong light made Di Ping open his eyes, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, and he was very tired from the hard night.

Di Ping didn't dare to sleep until the smoke was blocked at night. In the second half of the night, he didn't sleep very well. His strength gave him a sense of security, but he didn't dare to lose his vigilance. The bedroom door was tightly blocked and he fell asleep. Still holding a long sword.

When he came to the bathroom, Di Ping found that the water had been cut off. Fortunately, he had already prepared. He picked up a lot of water and took a glass of water. It was enough to brush and wash his face, so he didn't dare to waste too much; The body, swung two sets of swords, and got some food to solve the problem of eating in the morning.

"Why is it so quiet today?" Di Ping, who was resting after eating, felt something less than usual.

"Helicopter!" Then he realized that the propaganda helicopter would normally fly in the sky at this time, but today there was no "Is something wrong?"

Di Ping hurriedly turned on the radio and listened to what was going on. He didn't expect the radio to broadcast the news. It turned out that there were many mutant birds in the sky today, including sparrows that were bigger than scorpions, and flocks as large as hens. This kind of scorpion, the helicopter was attacked as soon as it took off, three of the five were damaged, and the other two were almost scrapped when they landed.

The announcer's voice was trembling, and his tone was even more anxious. Now the information is blocked, the traffic to the outside world is gone, and the signal is lost. Now the only way to communicate may be the radio. The whole city seems to be an island. Surrounded by endless jungles, many people hear that their hearts are full of despair. The only gratification is that the government is still working hard; I don’t know when the military will build a base and open up urban roads to rescue. This is what many people feel at this time. idea.

Di Ping also felt that things might change drastically. Now the government is powerless. The weapons in the hands of the police cannot threaten the mutant animals at all. As various animals continue to mutate, the situation may become more and more serious; In the tone of the officer, he felt that the government should have the idea of ​​retreating after exhausting all means.

This is the human heart. At the moment of crisis, few people can give up everything for the sake of others; and the environment keeps deteriorating, and no one knows what will happen next. At this time, it is the safest to join the army. This is a lot of Human thinking, after all, the weapon in the hands of the state's violent machine is not a fire stick.

Di Ping is also powerless to manage these. He can't manage himself now, let alone others. Being successful can help the world, while being poor can be alone. Di Ping is now too determined to manage, so let's exercise! Putting down the messy mind, I started today's exercise again. After ten sets of practice, I still had some energy left, so I added five more sets before I stopped to rest in sweat.

Feeling almost recovering, Di Ping stood up and wiped the sweat off his body, ready to read a book, since he had nothing else to do anyway.

"Dudu..." At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door suddenly.

The knock on the door was like thunder in the night sky, and Di Ping's heart almost jumped out of fright. The rat will retreat during the day, but the mutant dog has not run around, if it encounters it, it will die?

"Beep..." There were a few more soft knocks on the door.

Di Ping came to the door softly with his long sword in hand, opened his cat's eyes and looked out, and saw two strange men standing outside, a man in his thirties, with short hair, square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall and strong, and a tall and strong man in his hand. Baseball bat, one is aggressive; the other is a fat man, about 20 years old, looks definitely over 200 pounds, about 1.8 meters tall, round face, short hair, small nose and small eyes, put together, always makes people feel With a sense of joy, he was holding a steel bar that was more than one meter long and the thickness of a mother's finger; the fat man seemed to be very nervous, looking around from time to time, and his brows were full of sweat.

"Who?" Di Ping looked at it for a while, and asked in a low voice behind the door.

"Brother, brother, we are downstairs!" Fatty was overjoyed when he heard someone in the room answer, and replied in a low voice.

"What's the matter with you?" Di Ping asked softly while observing the movements of the two along with the cat's eyes.

"Brother! We have no ill intentions, we have a business relationship, can we open the door? It's too dangerous to be outside!" The fat man hurriedly whispered, looking left and right from time to time;

Di Ping looked at it and felt that the two of them really didn't seem to be malicious. Now he is also bold and bold. He gently opened the sofa, slowly opened the door, and took a few steps back.

The fat man was overjoyed when he saw the door opened, and hurriedly squeezed in with a smile on his face. The big man also squeezed in and closed the door. Only then did the two see Di Ping, who was holding a gleaming sword, standing in the middle of the hall on guard. Staring at himself, his face suddenly tightened, and the fat man hurriedly put the steel bars in his hands on the ground, spreading his hands flat to show that he was not malicious.

"Brother, don't be nervous! We have no malicious intentions! I'm the resident of 302 on the third floor, and my name is Chen Gang." The fat man hurriedly introduced while wiping the sweat from his forehead, and then turned to introduce the big man who followed behind, "This is my brother Li Sheng"

"Hello!" The big man said hello to Di Ping in a calm and powerful voice.

"Hello! Just call me Di Ping. What's the matter with you? Tell me!" Di Ping nodded to the two of them, but he didn't relax. He knew that in the last days, people are chaotic and all kinds of things can happen.

"Okay! It's like this, the government is going to retreat, you know?" Fatty put down his sweaty hands and looked at Di Ping seriously.

"Really? Is the news reliable?" Di Ping was shocked, but he didn't expect his guess to be true.

"Reliable and reliable! The news was passed on by Wang Delin, the resident of 201 on the second floor!" Fatty replied repeatedly, as if seeing Di Ping's disbelief, he continued, "Wang De

Brother Lin, Wang Dequan, is the No. 2 secretary of the provincial government. He called his younger brother through a special phone this morning, asking him to assemble at the provincial government before noon tomorrow. The government will organize a police force to break through the encirclement. A team of people has been secretly sent in to respond. "

"You guys want to go to the provincial government to follow the retreat?" Di Ping saw that the two of them seemed to come to him with this idea.

"Yes! Yes..." Fatty nodded in agreement when he heard Di Ping's words.

"Then are you looking for me?" Di Ping asked tentatively, he already understood the intentions of the two.

"Brother Di, we feel that more people are more powerful, which is safer, so we want to gather more people to go to the provincial government! Do you want to join us!" The fat man looked at Di Ping with some anticipation.

"How many people do you have now?" Di Ping was also a little moved. If all these people left, there would be not many people left in this building, and it would be more dangerous to be here alone, even someone who would share the pressure. nothing.

"There are almost a hundred people! We are all gathering at Zhang Delin's house on the third floor, you can go down later, let's discuss together!" Fatty replied eagerly with a happy expression when he saw the door.

"Okay! I'll go down in a while!" Di Ping thought for a while, thinking that he could give it a try, it would always be safer if there were more people! So he nodded.

"That's great! Brother Di, we're looking for someone from another floor. We'll see you on the third floor later." The fat man saw Di Ping's promise not to stay any longer, and warmly extended his hand to shake Di Ping's.

Di Ping had no choice but to extend his hand and shook hands with the two of them. After a few polite words, the two of them said their goodbyes and left. They gently opened the door and saw that there was no movement outside, so they went downstairs lightly.

Di Ping didn't go back to the house until he saw the two of them leave from the cat's eyes. After thinking about it, he decided to go down and have a look. He changed into sports clothes and sneakers, thinking about closing the sheath and holding the sword in his hand; Chen Gang and Li Sheng both carried weapons, and it was normal for them to hold swords.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I gently opened the door and checked that there was no movement outside. Then I closed the door quietly and walked downstairs carefully along the stairs; the corridor was very quiet, and it seemed that it should be safe. It's just that the bloodstains that appear from time to time prove the bloody that has happened here.

The journey went very smoothly, and it should be safe in principle. Didn't Chen Gang and Li Sheng come up safely just now?

On the third floor, the entrance of the stairs happened to be 301. Di Ping walked over gently and put his ear to the door to listen. Due to the strengthening of his body, his hearing is now better than before, and he could clearly hear the low-pitched clutter in the room. The voice; I thought that Chen Gang and the two should not lie to themselves, so they stood up straight and lightly locked the door.

"Who?" A very low male voice came from behind the door.

"I came to meet on the 8th floor!" Di Ping looked around and replied in a low voice.

The door was gently opened from the inside, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a fair complexion. He glanced at Di Ping, then looked around cautiously, and then motioned to Di Ping, "Come in!"

Di Ping sneaked into the room along the crack of the door, only to see that there were as many as thirty or forty people gathered in this room, including men and women, and most of them were men. It's not too crowded.

When Di Ping came in, everyone looked at him, and then looked back. A middle-aged man in his thirties stood up in the middle and motioned for Di Ping to come in and talk. The middle-aged man was not tall. About 1.7 meters tall, with a slightly fat body, short hair and a square face, wearing a casual half-sleeved white T-shirt, with a smile on his face, he gives a calm and airy feeling, and at a glance, you know that this is also a figure in the upper class.

This man did not despise Di Ping because he was young, and he smiled and beckoned Di Ping to approach and speak.

"Hello brother! My name is Wang Delin, you are welcome to join us!" He saw Di Ping approaching, smiled and stretched out his hand to say hello in a low voice.

"Hello, Brother Lin! Di Ping, just call me Xiao Di!" Di Ping is also a figure in the society.

When Di Ping also found a place to sit, he saw Chen Gang and Li Sheng in the crowd, Chen Gang smiled and nodded to him, Li Sheng also nodded to him with a blank expression, Di Ping also returned After the two smiled, they looked at Wang Delin in the center of the venue.

"Cough cough..." At this time, Wang Delin in the center of the scene coughed twice, attracting the attention of the audience, and then said, "I believe everyone knows the purpose of our gathering here, right?"