Zheng Huaqiang and the others had a fresh and hot meal last night. After eating, they did not walk far and began to wander around the streets.
Recently, there have been people going out every day to try their luck to find those supplies that had not been found yet.
The residents of Jinghua District were no exception. They had already eaten breakfast and resigned themselves to their fate. It had been more than a week, but Ye Xingchen still ignored them. They couldn't just starve to death at home.
The first to discover the two piles of bones at the door were the seven men who were traveling together.
"F*ck, what the hell is this!"
A few photos were sent to the owners' group, and the group exploded.
"What is this?"
"Blood, blood, the ground is covered in blood!"
"Did someone die? How unlucky. Why did he die at the entrance of our neighborhood? How unlucky!"