A young man with short and broken hair was sorting out a camouflage training backpack. A long metal stick was placed next to the wall. Another fellow with a flat head beside him was about his age. He took the engineer shovel handed by the man with short hair and pinned it to his waist.

One of the two young men is Meng Jie, and the other is Wu Zhe. Both of them are veterans of a Chinese field army. Meng Jie, a Ningbo native, was assigned to work in the Municipal Public Security Bureau after his discharge from the army; Wu Zhe's home is not here. After leaving the army, he entered the court system. This business trip passed through Ningbo, and he came to find Meng Jie to talk about the past.

Coincidentally, the day Meng Jie received Wu Zhe from Lishe International Airport, he met the disaster. At that time, the two people were sitting in the car talking and laughing about interesting things in the army before. Suddenly, Meng Jie noticed something was wrong outside.

"What's the matter? Look!" Meng Jie held his hand on the steering wheel, but his eyes noticed that something unusual was happening on the opposite lane on the other side of the isolation belt.

Wu Zhe also noticed that there were several people around the parked car, squatting on the ground, not knowing what they were doing.

"Accident? It doesn't look like it." Wu Zhe frowned. His action made his face look more mature.

Meng Jie pulled over and got off with Wu Zhe and walked over to see if those people needed help.

When they came near, their steps stopped at the same time. The strong smell of blood in the air made their nerves suddenly alert. Meng Jie could only see the backs of those squatting people, and it seemed that there was another person lying on the ground between them.

"Hey, what happened?" Meng Jie shouted to the people and looked at the car parked beside him. The door of the car was open and there was a lot of blood on the body.

Those squatting people suddenly turned around when they heard the voice behind them. Two of them dropped their things and rushed towards Meng Jie and others without saying a word.

"Horizontal trough!" Meng Jie and Wu Zhe were shocked. The faces of the two men who rushed towards them were covered with blood, and their eyes were gray and white, and their pupils could not be seen. Scarlet blood was dripping down their fingers on their bloody hands.

Meng Jie instinctively felt his hand toward his waist, but found nothing there. He remembered that today he was taking a special leave to pick up people, so he did not carry any police equipment.

"Let's go," Wu Zhe responded and quickly pulled Meng Jie up and ran towards his car. They rushed into the car and quickly pulled up the door. The zombies chasing behind have already rushed to the window. Their hands are constantly scraping on the glass, and their nails are screeching on it.

When Meng Jie looked at their faces, he felt a loud thump in his heart, and a cold feeling rose from the bottom of his feet.

The people who threw themselves at the car window were very pale, and their lips were full of dazzling scarlet. Some saliva with blood flowed from their corners of the mouth and dropped on the glass. These two people seem to have lost the consciousness of normal people. Meng Jie takes their actions seriously, and the first reaction is "terrorist attacks".

"Lao Meng, can't it be that terrorists are attacking with biochemical weapons?" Wu Zhe shouted, his face full of shock.

Seeing that Wu Zhe and himself wanted to go together, Meng Jie nodded, "I feel the same way, but now which organization has the guts to do things in China?"

"Shit, let's leave here first." Meng Jie stepped on the accelerator and the car ran forward, leaving two zombies behind.

"I'll call the bureau and report it," said Meng Jie, taking out his mobile phone and starting to call his office. He tried to dial another number when no one answered the phone.

"Hey, Uncle Ye, something happened here on Zhenming Road. It seems that it was a terrorist attack." Finally, he dialed the phone, and Meng Jie quickly reported to the other party.

"Don't worry. Come back quickly. Don't go to the bureau. It's not safe there." Uncle Ye's voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse, and he could hear that he was worried. "Don't go to the Bund Bridge, go to Qingfeng Bridge and return to the Crown Garden of Greentown."

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"Uncle Ye..." Meng Jie heard some noisy voices from the other end of the phone before he could say more. Then the phone seemed to be hung up in a hurry.

"What's going on now?" Wu Zhe asked.

"I don't know, but something important seems to have happened!" After Meng Jie answered the phone, the whole person began to feel uneasy. "Let's go back first."

The person Meng Jiegang called is Ye Qiangke, an old policeman who has worked in the public security system for a long time. When Meng Jie was just assigned to the bureau, he was the one who took him hand in hand.

This time, no one answered the phone call from the bureau. Meng Jie's first thought was to contact him. However, from the brief call just now, Meng Jie felt the seriousness of the matter.

The number of vehicles involved in accidents has become more and more. Many people are running away. They are being chased by others. Many people begin to scream with fear.

There were many bloody corpses lying on the ground, which was impossible before. The situation outside the window made Meng Jie more and more worried, and he was more anxious to go back.

Suddenly, Meng Jie received a short message on his mobile phone. He clicked and looked, "Zombies?"

"What zombie?" Wu Zhe asked unexpectedly when he heard the words suddenly popped out of Meng Jie's mouth.

"The government issued a notice saying that this thing is called zombie, just the two guys who chased us on Zhenming Road." Meng Jie swallowed saliva and tried to suppress the fear that began to spread in his heart. "It is said that people changed after being infected with a new virus!"

Then Meng Jie handed Wu Zhe his mobile phone and asked him to read the message on it.

"It can attack people, but it can also infect..." Wu Zhe was scared when he saw the content on the message. Just now they were separated from this monster named zombie by only one layer of window glass. If they had known that they were so dangerous, they would have hid as far as they could.

"What should I do?" Wu Zhe asked, his head was confused by the information just now, and he had no idea for a while.

"I don't know. Uncle Ye told me not to go back to the bureau," Meng Jie thought for a moment. "We'd better go back to my neighborhood first. Uncle Ye should also be there."

"What do you mean by Uncle Ye?" Wu Zhe asked curiously when Meng Jie suddenly mentioned the man.

"Take me to work as an old master, who has worked in the bureau for decades," said Meng Jie. When he mentioned Uncle Ye, he only had admiration in his heart. "Uncle Ye is very kind, and his integrity is not comparable to that of today's people. Many young people in the community are grown up by him, and no one can mention him without giving a thumbs up."

"Does he live in your neighborhood?" Wu Zhe asked.

"Well, the same community, the same unit." Meng Jie looked at the front, smiled and said, "It's fate."

"Fate," Wu Zhe nodded.

The car was running on the chaotic road. Meng Jie carefully avoided all kinds of obstacles. A car running nearby suddenly got out of control, and the head of the car hit this way.

"Be careful!" Wu Zhe was so scared that he almost jumped up when he looked at the car that suddenly stuck up beside him. The front of the car directly hit Wu Zhe's co driver's seat. Just as it was about to hit, Meng Jie turned the steering wheel in time.

He narrowly avoided the accident, but Wu Zhe's heart beat harder than before sitting in the front passenger seat. He saw that in the car he had just stuck to, the driver was being held down by a man who was tearing his neck crazily, and the blood sprayed out like a fountain, covering the whole window.

Although Wu Zhe was born in the army, he had never seen such a bloody scene. His heart was beating like it was about to pop out of his throat.

Wu Zhe stared out of the window blankly. It seemed that such scenes were still staged in many places: someone fell from the high building beside the road, and there was only time to leave a scream before he died; A man who could not see his face crept out of a burning car. It had just emerged from the flames and rushed at the frightened people. It was like a riot, no, more precisely, it was a disaster.

When the bus drove up to Qingfeng Bridge, Meng Jie saw that the Bund Bridge a kilometer away was emitting thick smoke. The black smoke was like a black cloud covering the river. There was no moving vehicle on the bridge. It seemed that the traffic was completely paralyzed. Meng Jie is glad to know that he got Uncle Ye's notice in advance and avoided the bridge on the route.

The Qingfeng Bridge is in good condition, probably because it is located at a slightly off center location. There are not many vehicles on the bridge. Although I saw many parked cars along the way, they did not block the road after all.

When he got off the Qingfeng Bridge and saw the worse and worse situation outside, Meng Jie became anxious. He didn't dare to delay for a moment. He drove the car fast on the road. Uncle Ye's words seemed to be still urging him.

"Never mind, come back quickly."

Turn from Tongtu Road to Xinhui Road, and the Royal Garden Community of Green City is at the end of the road ahead.

"It's almost here," said Meng Jie. He turned his head and looked at Wu Zhe sitting beside him. He hadn't heard his voice for a long time. Just now, Meng Jie's own attention was also focused on the road conditions, when he noticed that his comrades in arms looked a little strange.

"Lao Meng, don't you find anything unusual?" Wu Zhe took his eyes away from the window and turned to him.

"What?" Meng Jie didn't understand Wu Zhe.

"It's such a mess outside, but we didn't see the police all the way." Wu Zhe's eyes were full of worry

"Am I not a his mother policeman?" Meng Jie can't laugh or cry, but Wu Zhe's words remind him that Uncle Ye told him not to go back to the office on the phone, saying it was unsafe.

"Can..." Thinking of this, Meng Jie and Wu Zhe looked at each other, and they both saw the clouds in each other's eyes.