. The twelfth floor of the tower.
Ye Shou and the others walked on the stairs, looking around with some discomfort. A large number of survivors were looking at them through the cracks in the door, with numbness, fear, but also a bit of expectation.
"Are these the survivors of the tower?"
"Why do most of them seem so weak? Their eyes are so strange." Aqi whispered, "Some fear, but also as if they are expecting something."
The bearded man who led Ye Shou and the others into this place, he looked back at these people and just said, "Because... you are outsiders."
Several people were slightly stunned and looked at each other in surprise.
Outsiders?
What does that mean?
Xun Xiaohuan, who was walking behind, had a calm expression and was not disturbed by this sentence. Instead, he said, "Where are you taking us now?"
"Go to see the leader of the tower, he will explain the situation to you." The bearded man's attitude was a bit strange. He was not very enthusiastic and even a bit wary, but he seemed to be asking for something from them.
Everyone's expressions changed again, but they still did not continue to ask more questions and chose to follow them upstairs.
After reaching the top floor of the tower,
they entered a spacious and old room. Next to a simple desk, an old man in a wheelchair was reading a book. After everyone came in, he gently closed the book and looked at them.
"Hello, everyone." The old man smiled gently, "Sorry, the place is a little small, and the supplies are scarce. There is nothing to entertain you."
Ye Shou looked at the other party, "Old man, are you the leader of the tower?"
"Yes." The old man said slowly, "My name is Luo Lun. You want to know the situation of the tower and the outside world."
"Well,"
Ye Shou nodded hesitantly. The other party seemed to know something about them and directly predicted their next step.
"I can tell you." The old man said softly, "But I need to wrong you."
"Be careful!" Xun Xiaohuan suddenly frowned and reminded.
In this room, there were about a dozen people holding guns, standing out from the hiding place next to them, with the black muzzle of the gun pointed at everyone's head.
Everyone's face changed slightly, and Ye Shou quickly said: "Respected tower leader, we don't have any bad intentions."
"We don't have any bad intentions either." A gunman said hoarsely.
A-Chee couldn't help but said: "You call it no, so many of you are pointing guns at..."
He looked over and was suddenly stunned.
Because most of the gunmen in this room were old, weak, sick and disabled, with rotten parts on their bodies, and some people couldn't even hold their guns steadily.
The only few young people also had wounds tied with bandages.
"Why." Ye Shou was a little surprised.
"Because we are afraid that you have bad intentions." The bearded man said calmly: "So sorry, let us have a conversation under this circumstance first."
"Understood." Night Guard pressed down the other teammates who were a little restless: "We are all ears."
"Thank you for understanding. Cough. Cough!" The old man was in poor health. After coughing a few times, there was actually blood on the handkerchief. He stretched out his hand to stop the other teammates. Some nervous people stepped forward.
His face, which was as contoured as tree roots, recalled, and his voice was hoarse than before, saying: "Twenty years ago in this city, Sri Lanka, a terrible infectious virus broke out. Anyone who was infected They will all turn into the zombies you see outside. "
And among these zombies, another terrifying monster is born. We call it the Night Demon. You should have seen this powerful monster." "
Yes, it is indeed very powerful," Ye Shou said in a deep voice, and they also lost a teammate.
"This kind of monster is not something that humans can resist, but fortunately they can only move in the dark and are very afraid of the sun, so we use this tower as a base to search for supplies during the day and use ultraviolet rays to resist the invasion of night monsters at night "
The old man looked at one of the gun-wielding youths gently: "Their generation grew up in such an environment."
"No." Old Tomato suddenly couldn't help but said: "We were on the bus before. On the bus, I saw a dead and rotting corpse. The corpse was that of the bus driver. If it had been twenty years, it stands to reason that he would have turned into bones long ago. "
"This is the scary thing about the virus. "
The bearded man said in a deep voice: "All the zombies they infect will never die completely. Even if their heads are cut off during the day, those fallen zombies will be resurrected once it's dark!" His face changed: "It's like being cursed."
Endless zombies and terrifying night demons, this is like hell!
"We have been in this terrible despair for twenty years." The old man's eyes were slightly cloudy: "I originally thought it would continue like this, but until ten years ago, a group of outsiders suddenly appeared in this city.
" They looked slightly shocked. They had heard this word from the bearded man before, and they felt there was something wrong at the time. Now it seems...
"They appeared suddenly just like you, wearing clothes completely different from us, saying Everyone couldn't understand the words, and everyone had weapons and individual strength beyond ordinary people, so a large number of zombies were no match for them."
Except for Xun Xiaohuan, everyone else looked at them in shock.
That's right, those people are players like them.
"At that time, we thought that the saviors had arrived. They were so powerful that they might be able to save us." The old man sighed: "But it's a pity that they failed."
"Since then, a group of outsiders will appear every year. Although we don't I know where they came from, but for everyone in the tower, this is the only hope, and they naturally support it with all their strength." The old man said calmly: "There was a time when we almost succeeded, but in the end we paid a heavy price. After that, it still failed."
Ye Shou frowned: "If that's the case, why do you treat us like this?"
"Because... those outsiders from last year." Someone gritted his teeth and growled: "They are all? A group of demons!"
Ye Shou noticed that other people's eyes showed fear, anger and other complex emotions.
Lao Tomato couldn't help but ask: "What did they do?"
It stands to reason that if you are a player, you will usually follow the main mission and seek help from local forces, so you will not do excessive things to NPCs.
The bearded man's voice was hoarse and trembling, and his tone was filled with anger:
"They regard all of us as ants. They use powerful force to coerce us into using them as bait. They use ordinary people's lives as experiments for fun and send infected viruses into the world. Among the food, zombies were even introduced into this tower that has been guarded for twenty years, and we watched with laughter as we desperately resisted. "
Even the leader's fingers were tightly grasping the armrests of the wheelchair, but the old man was unable to let go. , his voice was hoarse and heavy:
"Last year, the population of the tower was 311, but this year, there are only 139."
(End of this chapter)