Black Nine?
Yeah, that's a good name.
Bai Yin thought the name was quite fitting.
"Woof woof!"
The little black dog next to them had already finished the bread.
At this moment, it was wagging its tail happily towards Bai Yin.
It seemed that the temptation of food had completely won over its affection.
"Ah, how about I give you a name? What do you think of Black Nine?"
Bai Yin asked the little dog with an expectant smile.
But unexpectedly, the wagging tail of the dog suddenly stopped, clearly a sign of resistance.
"Black Nine?"
Bai Yin tried calling out, but the other party took two steps back as if it had a grudge against those two words.
"Um..."
Bai Yin was puzzled, muttering to himself:
"Is it really that bad? A name that even a dog doesn't like?"
Bai Yin didn't consider himself bad at naming.
But obviously, the dog didn't like that name.
As the saying goes, "the dragon begets nine sons."
Since Black Nine wasn't acceptable, how about calling him Black?
"Black?"
Bai Yin called out to the dog.
The result was that the dog immediately wagged its tail happily and came over.
"Woof woof!!!"
Its voice was still somewhat hoarse due to its weak condition.
But it was obvious that it liked this name.
"Black?"
"Woof woof!"
"Black?"
"Woof woof!"
Back and forth, Bai Yin and the dog exchanged words, finding endless amusement in the simple interaction.
Though simple, it was genuinely heartwarming.
---
Locking the door of the rental house behind him,
Bai Yin went straight to the bathroom.
Turning on the tap.
"Splash..."
Fortunately, there was no water shortage here.
Bai Yin planned to give Black a bath.
With fleas all over his body, he might get some skin disease if left unchecked.
But the bathroom was small, so he had to remove the corpse of the deceased to bathe the dog.
Bai Yin propped up the stool that the deceased had kicked off before dying.
Then he stepped on it himself,
And in the next moment, he removed the not-so-heavy body of the deceased.
Then he casually threw it out the window.
The whole bathroom suddenly became much more spacious.
---
"Bang!!!"
Only to hear a loud thud from below.
Followed by the groans of the zombies.
Bai Yin was curious and leaned out the window to look down.
Only to see that a zombie old man had been knocked down by the corpse he threw and couldn't get up.
At the same time, many zombies heard the commotion and gathered around.
And then they began to feast on the old man who couldn't get up.
"Tsk tsk!"
A nauseating and cruel scene.
For Bai Yin, a kind-hearted person, he couldn't bear to watch such a bloody scene.
He just felt somewhat lucky:
"Fortunately, it's the apocalypse now. If it were normal times, accidentally hitting someone with falling debris could cost a lot of money!"
---
"Splash..."
He found a basin, filled it with water, and then began to bathe Black in it.
The water wasn't very cold, technically still somewhat warm.
Black was also obedient, not making a fuss.
It was as if he knew Bai Yin was doing it for his own good.
He let Bai Yin bathe him all over with shower gel without any resistance.
The whole process went smoothly without any struggle.
---
After bathing, Bai Yin quickly dried his fur with a towel.
Then he let him bask in the window for a while.
Until he was completely dry.
Then Bai Yin opened his bag and put him inside.
Of course, Bai Yin specially made a hole in the bag.
But only Black's head could stick out.
This was to allow Black to breathe while preventing him from crawling out of the bag.
"Remember to be quiet, don't attract the zombies by barking!"
With a big bag containing the black dog on his back, Bai Yin chose to leave the place.
Next, he wanted to go to his colleague's house to see if the person was still alive.
There was no need to climb over the wall to leave from the inside.
Because the door could be opened directly from the inside.
Bai Yin went straight to the apartment where his colleague lived according to his memory.
Finally, after climbing the stairs, he reached the first room on the third floor of the building.
The door was unlocked, and it opened with a gentle push.
Upon entering, the musty smell of cobwebs hit him.
It seemed that nobody had been active in the house for a long time.
But there were many bodies that had been trampled at the stairwell.
Indicating that there had been a large-scale riot here before.
---
"Ding!"
He pressed the switch on the wall.
The light didn't come on, but that was to be expected.
The layout of the room was basically the same as he remembered.
Unexpectedly, even after four years, the layout of that kid's room hadn't changed at all.
Oh, that guy's name was Yang Wei, the same age as Bai Yin.
At the same time, he was also adopted from the orphanage by the "boss" in the same year.
---
On the wall hung a square digital clock, showing:
"17:32"
It was getting late, and it would be dark soon.
Bai Yin went straight to Yang Wei's bedroom, but didn't find his body in the house.
Instead, there was a notebook on the computer desk.
A black leather notebook.
Yang Wei had mentioned that he had a bad memory.
So he often recorded the details of tasks in a notebook.
Bai Yin flipped to the first page, where he saw the following:
[Lily, 35 years old, address: xx Community xxxx.
On this day at the end of March, her husband said he wouldn't come home because of business. ——2014, 3, 19]
Bai Yin remembered this incident well, as it was the first task he and Yang Wei had taken.
Then he flipped through many pages to find that they were all about Yang Wei's personal tasks and records.
And these records.
Ultimately, they stopped at March 9, 2020.
Just when the zombies had just begun to appear.
---
Then he saw a page that read:
[It's been almost half a year since the zombies started rampaging.
But until now, I haven't seen the boss come back to pick me up.
He's probably dead halfway there.
Now it's all zombies outside.
But luckily, I still have plenty of food.
---
Now, I have some good news and bad news.
For those who see this passage.
Which one do you want to hear first?
Forget it...
I'll tell you the good news first.
---
The good news is that the food I prepared is balanced in nutrition, has a long shelf life, and won't cause any problems.
But the bad news is that, just now:
I was bitten by a zombie...
Damn!!!
I'd rather die than become one of those monsters.
So, after finishing this passage, I'm going to the bathroom to end this boring life.
I was an atheist.
But this time, before I die, I want to believe in God once.
September 9, 2020.
It's a gloomy day like the poor physical condition of a PE teacher.]
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The record ends here.
After that, there was nothing more.
In other words, when Yang Wei wrote this diary, it was half a year ago.
And the confession in this diary was almost equivalent to his last words.