Jason endured the strong smell of putrefaction and picked up the book with the red brown cover. It was a handmade cowhide diary with exquisite workmanship. It was tied from the outside with a rope. The middle part of the notebook was a little swollen. Jason untied the rope, and a pen slipped out of it and fell to the ground.

Jason did not care about the pen that fell on the ground. He opened the diary, which was just the page with the pen. The marks on the paper squeezed by the pen were obvious, and the words on the paper suddenly jumped into Jason's eyes.

"What day is it today? Maybe only God knows. Maybe in a few hours, my hand will not be able to hold this pen. Ford, have you run away? I hope you have been blessed by God. The food and water in the room have been exhausted, and I'm not afraid of your jokes. Old man, I've been drinking my own urine since yesterday, and I found myself unable to urinate this morning. I Maybe I will die soon. Really, I have a strong premonition. "

"The accident at AMG Farm was a tragedy. God made a joke with all of us. I thought I had escaped from the eyes of the god of death after escaping from the farm, but who knows that the god of death still came here. I don't know what it feels like to be a zombie. It should be better than starving to death, Ford. You can never imagine how painful people are when they are starving to the point of death. I know what I have experienced in this period of time. This I have been anxious and irritable for several days, and my whole body is weak. Maybe my consciousness is vague for a period of time, because these days I only remember that my stomach is burning like a red carbon every day. "

"Until this morning, yes, when I woke up, I began to think about my wife, Qin, and my son, McConnell. Now that I have regained consciousness, I began to write these words in my notebook. Of course, old man, these words are not meant to be written for you, because if you are still alive, I hope you can stay as far away as possible. Ernest Coe Tourist Center is as unsafe as AMG Farm. I am here There is no way to go out of the room. There are zombies everywhere. "

"The people of Punk Brothers Farm and AMG Farm don't know what's going on now. You know who I am talking about. Do they think they can sleep in the warehouse? It's ridiculous. When we came back from outside, they all began to show signs before the mutation. God, my feet still tremble when I think of that scene. The scene in front of us at that time was terrible. The whole warehouse was full of people In a coma, they fell like corpses everywhere inside. We have all witnessed this situation, and we can see what will happen next here. "

"If someone can see the words in this diary behind, please remember my advice. Never go to AMG Farm, because there is a god of death behind the door of the farm warehouse."

"My head is beginning to hurt again. I will spare some strength to recall the time when I first met Qin."

"Jean, McConnell, I love you."

"Garrett, a hapless detective."

After reading the words on this page, Jason sighed in his heart. The clues found in the farm really found the answer here. The owner of the diary and his companions locked the survivors in the warehouse when they were about to mutate, and then they fled here. Garrett and his companion Ford are separated here. One person is trapped in this room, and the other is lost.

"Only a large shelter is a relatively safer place," Jason put his diary away. This sentence seemed to be said to the dead Garrett, or to affirm his own thoughts.

"Anything?" Jason went outside and asked his team members.

"No, Major."

"No."

"No problem, Major, but I signed my name under the portrait of Ernest Coe," Bobby said. He touched his short and hard stubble with his hand. "I wrote about Bobby's visit here."

"Hey, man, where did you learn this from?" Zack asked curiously. "It's said that only Chinese people like to leave such words where they pass."

"You're right," Bobby smiled proudly. "Last year, I met a girl from China. As far as I know, she came here by applying for political asylum, and I can see that she wants to stay here. This girl said that she and I are husband and wife, and she very much hopes to marry an attractive man like me."

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"Come on, Bobby, stop bragging," Zach and some soldiers around shouted. "You are the shortest among us, and do yellow girls like black people?"

"Hey, brother, do you know this is racial discrimination?" Zack's query made Bobby angry. "My jade phoenix is not high, and I can feel that she really likes me.

"Where is your Yufeng now?" Robert asked. "There are not many yellow girls who like our black people. When you see her, ask her if she has any sisters at home."

"Brothers, let's go back to the car and talk again," Jason shouted to the soldier who was talking

"Roger that, Major." The soldiers began to return to the truck. Bobby walked up to Robert and said, "Yufeng is doing manicure work in the city. I originally planned to propose to her later. After we get married, she can get a green card and stay here with me for the rest of her life."

"City?" Robert asked, then shook his head. "I hope she's still alive."

"I believe she must still be alive. The tacit understanding between her and me is called" a little understanding "in the words of their country," Bobby said confidently, "and beautiful girls are always lucky."

The search of Ernest Coe Tourist Center ended quickly. The only harvest of the team was the diary in Jason's hand. Although Garrett's advice came late, Jason was no longer bothered by the past. He sat in the co driver's seat and slowly read the contents of the diary.

The scenery along the road flies by. Kim and Hill sit in the back carriage and enjoy it. Some paths extend from Highway 9336 and spread in the Everglade Park like blood vessels. Most of these paths are pedestrian roads, which are specially provided for tourists and wild life enthusiasts to watch the Everglade Park on foot.

The nearby hills are becoming more and more, which is different from the golden color around the farm. From here, you can see a lush landscape.

"Kim, is this the same as when you came here?" The breeze lifted Hill's long hair, and her body heaved up and down with the turbulence of the car. Hill held the carriage with one hand and tied the long hair blown to his forehead behind his head with the other.

"I can't say. I feel the same, but I feel different." Kim's eyes went away with the road behind the car. "Maybe the scenery is the same, but my mood is different."

"Look at that pond." Kim suddenly pointed to the end of a path. "There is Changsong Camp. I have camped in the camp."

"The environment of the camp is very good, with sanitary facilities, drinking water, and the accommodation area is separated, and the privacy of tourists is taken care of very carefully." Jin said, unconsciously recalling her trip to the Everglade Park, "You can fish in the camp, you can also go boating, and there are many hiking trails nearby. There were many tourists here when I came before."

"I envy you, Kim," Hill sighed. "My youth is wasted in dorms and dances. If I could live my life again, I would..."

"Hill, don't we have a new life now?" Kim interrupted Hill and looked at her.

"That's right. Now we really live with our second life," Hill nodded. "Let the former Hill and the original world become the past together."

"Major, look over there," Jaden pointed to the right front of the truck. "There seem to be some people there."

Jason closed his diary, picked up the telescope beside him and looked in the direction that Jarden pointed. "It's zombies. What are they doing there?"

"I don't know. Would you like to go and have a look?" Jaden asked. "This is the first time you have met a zombie in the wild after entering the Everglade."

"Don't pay attention to those zombies," Jason said. "If there is no way to get there, the wheels may get stuck in the mud when a truck drives by."

"All right," said Jaden, taking his eyes back from that direction. "Major, what's in that book?"

"The diary of a detective," Jason said, "The zombies in the farm warehouse were locked in by this guy and his partner. The unlucky guy escaped there, but died at Ernest Coe Tourist Center."

"How did they lock so many zombies in a big room?" Jaden stared at Jason incredulously.

"He said in his diary that when he and his partner returned to the warehouse, they found that other survivors in the warehouse were infected and were in the process of mutation, so he and his partner, the guy named Ford, stuck the door of the warehouse with crossbars from outside," Jason said, looking down at the diary again, "Their original intention should be to prevent the zombies from running out to threaten the safety of other survivors. I don't know how they went to Ernest Coe Tourist Center later. Gajit - the owner of this diary died, and his companion Ford is missing."

"If we could get this diary earlier, maybe Rodriguez would not die," Jaden said, and his face began to get sad.

"It's hard to say the fate of the farm. The location of the farm is on our way to Ernest Coe Tourist Center. If we pass the farm directly, they will not die either." Jason said, "I think there is a problem with our own command. Although the survivors are important, our action plan is more important. Previously, there was a problem in the farm."

"Is that why you decided not to check the zombies in the wild just now?" Jaden asked.

"Part of it is because we need to save ammunition. Although we have enough ammunition at present, it is still relatively tight compared with our trip, and there will be many accidents waiting for us on the road. We do not have the ability to produce ammunition. Once we run out of ammunition, we will have no ammunition."