At the door, there was a loud knock on the door: "Open the door, beg you to save my wife!"

Luo Yuan and Huang Jiahui looked at each other and stood up. Looking through the cat's eyes, the knocking on the door was the opposite neighbor, but they couldn't talk about friends. They were limited to knowing that there was such a person. His face was full of horror. With a touch of uneasiness.

Luo Yuan thought that this was probably bitten by the mutant mosquitoes, and definitely couldn't live. But after all, it’s a neighbor. If you don’t look at it, you can’t say it. When he hesitated, he opened the door and asked, "What happened?"

When the man saw him open the door, he said anxiously: "Come, go to my house and see, my wife is going to die, I don't know what is going on. She mopped the floor in the kitchen and dragged it and fell."

He turned to Huang Jiahui: "Close the door first, I will go there to see."

"Good! Then you will come back soon." Huang Jiahui said worriedly.

Luo Yuan did not speak, nodded.

The man walked around in anxiously, his face hurt, see Luo Yuan turned and urged: "She is in the kitchen, you come with me."

When he said that he was going to his house, Luo Yuan followed him through the living room, but when he was near the kitchen, his footsteps gradually slowed down and seemed to be waiting for Luo Yuan.

Luo Yuan glanced at him. For a patient who is very likely to be a malignant infectious disease, his approach is understandable. However, after all, the two were husband and wife. They used to live together in the same room. Now they are not connected. Although they understand his behavior in a reasonable way, his perception of him has come down.

He walked into the kitchen and saw that it was a mutant mosquito bite. However, after a period of delay, she had already died. This woman still has some looks. When she sees it, Luo Yuan will look at it. But now the whole person is swollen like a fat circle, and she has not recognized her original face.

The window of the kitchen was open, and the mutant mosquito apparently came in through the window, and Luo Yuan noticed that the mutant mosquito did not leave at all. At this time, it was still moving on the ceiling of the head, and it was heavy in the abdomen because it sucked blood. It looks a bit dark red.

When the man saw his girlfriend motionless, his face changed, he quickly licked his mouth, looked sad, but did not dare to approach.

Luo Yuan looked at the man with a painful silence and said something symbolically: "The festival is mourning, I will go first."

"and many more!"

Luo Yuan took a few steps and he was stopped by him. He turned and said, "What else?"

After the man shouted at him, he looked awkward and seemed to have something to say.

Luo Yuan knows what he is thinking: "You don't have to worry, this is not an infectious disease. The culprit is the mutant mosquito on the ceiling. If you kill it, it will be fine."

The man was shocked and looked up at the mutant mosquito. He subconsciously stepped back and couldn’t speak.

He saw the kitchen window still open, and quickly rushed over and closed it.

"I am leaving first?" Luo Yuandao.

"Wait! I... I may not be able to kill, can you help me in the end... Can you kill it for me?" The man once again called Luo Yuan and looked pleading.

If Luo Yuan just started to have some resentment against him, then he is somewhat disgusted with him now. His strength is really strong. Killing such a mutant mosquito is just a matter of raising his hand, but the other party will never know his power. In the eyes of the man, he is also an ordinary person. Passing your own risk to someone, and still a stranger, is really a good calculation.

Luo Yuan thought about it, or forget it, the other party’s dead wife is already miserable. For such a person, there is really nothing to worry about. He nodded. "Okay, you have the broom."

"Good! Good! Thank you so much!" He thanked quickly and walked out of the kitchen to find the broom.

After a while, he took it. Luo Yuan took the broom and the ceiling was a bit high. He turned over and stood on the cupboard, sucking the **** mosquitoes. He was very slow and did not react to the movement below. When the broom was approaching It just wanted to fly, but it was too late, and Luo Yuan took a shot and left a pool of blood on the ceiling.

"I really thank you very much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do." The man sighed and said sincerely.

"You can't afford to be polite. If there is nothing, then I will go first." Luo Yuan jumped out of the cupboard and took a clap.

"I still want to ask you a favor?" Seeing Luo Yuan to go, the other party said quickly.

Luo Yuan stepped forward and wanted to see what he wanted to say.

The man continued to say with sorrow: "Hui Qin died too badly. Although I still want to see her more, I can't keep it here. Now the weather will be stinking for a long time... ”

Luo Yuan looked at him with a sorrowful look as if he swallowed a fly, and he felt a bit tired in his heart. He did not know how many real and sincere elements were there. He interrupted: "What do you mean?"

He said a little embarrassed: "I... I wonder if you can help me move her body downstairs?"

Luo Yuan looked at him with some chills, and his look was cold: "If you are courageous, I don't say anything. You don't dare to go down. It's nothing more than a mutant mosquito. This is a normal reaction of many people, but how is she? It’s also your wife. I didn’t expect the talent to die. You’re going to throw the body. I’m still letting me throw it. I want to let me die. Is it like I’m an idiot?”

When Luo Yuan finished speaking, he was too lazy to look at him again. This kind of best product, when you look at it, feels disgusting and turns away.

The man looked a glimpse and his face was red for a while. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, only to find that the other party had already left the living room.

Luo Yuan walked into the house, Huang Jiahui had already scoured the kitchen, and he went inside to wash his hands.

"What happened to the opposite?" Huang Jiahui asked.

"Nothing, I encountered a disgusting thing, forget about him!" Luo Yuan shook his head and said.

Huang Jiahui saw it and didn't ask again.

After a while, Luo Yuan keenly heard a dull sound coming from outside, as if there was a heavy object landing, his look could not be changed slightly, I did not expect the other party to throw his wife's body from the third floor.

At noon today, the dishes are much simpler, a small dish of mustard, and two salted duck eggs. These things were bought by Luo Yuan before the change. At that time, I bought a lot of such storage-resistant dishes, and there are still some left.

The meat of the mutant beast brought back by Luo Yuan yesterday, considering that such a day will not end in a short time, it will be marinated, and now it is not ready to eat.

Before getting used to the big fish and big meat, a few people have no appetite, and the amount of rice is twice as small. Wang Shishi has eaten a few mouthfuls and can't eat it.

Near the evening, a jeep stopped in the community, and walked down two armed policemen with protective gear and carrying a flamethrower. Two fire snakes that were dozens of meters long were kept in the open space of the reservoir community. In the middle and back, through the window, Luo Yuan saw that the mutant mosquitoes were burned off from time to time and fell from the air.

However, the duration of the flamethrower is too short. In just ten minutes, the community has not been swept through, and the gasoline in the oil drum behind it has been exhausted. If you clean up the entire Hedong City, this gasoline is obviously an astronomical figure. Even if all the gasoline in Hedong City is consumed here, I am afraid it is not enough.