Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

The boy was pulled so hard he stumbled, turned around, and glared at Lin Shuyao with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to devour her.

"Teacher Lin, do you also want to get beaten up?"

His voice was low and carried a suppressed threat.

Lin Shuyao didn't back down. She straightened her back and stared directly at the boy: "You dare?"

The boy was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't because of Lin Shuyao's imposing manner, but because the identity of "teacher" still retained a last bit of inertia in his mind.

But that inertia is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Yuan rushed forward as well, standing beside Lin Shuyao, his voice trembling slightly: "Classmates, calm down, hitting people won't solve anything. Zhang Xiaojie has already..."

"What? She's already suffered enough?"

A girl's voice came from the crowd, filled with strong sarcasm.

"Her misery is her own business, but we shouldn't have to pay for it! Zhao Hai is gone, Li Jiahao is gone, even Gao Li is gone. Can any of us survive 24 hours? Tell me, can we survive?"

Fang Yuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He couldn't answer the question because he didn't know the answer himself.

Just then, a low roar came from the depths of the gray fog.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was so deep it seemed to come from underground, making people's chests tremble.

Everyone stopped beating Zhang Xiaojie and turned to look in the direction from which the sound came.

That's the direction of the exit.

That is, the direction that Gao Li, Li Jiahao, and Zhao Hai left in.

After the roar, there was a brief silence.

Then, more sounds came from the same direction.

The sounds of screams, howls, and a sharp, scratching sound like fingernails scraping against glass were all mixed together.

"What...what was that sound?"

Someone asked the question in a trembling voice.

No one answered.

But everyone knows the answer.

monster.

Many monsters.

This is the trouble Gu Qinghuan mentioned before; it's here now.

……

City ruins.

Zhao Hai's group was moving slowly along a street.

Zhao Hai walked at the front, his 1.95-meter-tall frame like a moving wall, forcefully pushing aside and then closing up the grayish-white mist.

Chen Ye and Zhou Yating walked in the middle of the group.

Qin Zhaoyang followed behind Chen Ye like a wary monkey, his eyes darting around, constantly searching for something in the gaps of the mist.

Bringing up the rear were Zhao Hai's two underlings, one named Li Zheng and the other Wang Shuo. Both were special recruits for sports, wearing sports vests and shorts, and barefoot.

Although he wasn't as physically imposing as Zhao Hai, he was still the kind of strong man who would stand out in a crowd of ordinary people.

They walked out of the platform exit, and the outside world was even more dilapidated than the platform.

A street about ten meters wide stretched out on both sides, its surface covered with gravel, broken glass, and traces of some dried black liquid.

The buildings on both sides looked as if they had been plowed by artillery shells; some had collapsed entirely, some were left with only half a structure, and some had their outer walls peeled off, revealing the steel frame inside.

The stench of decay in the air grew stronger, so strong that it could almost be tasted with the tongue.

"This place is fucking weird."

Wang Shuo muttered something, then kicked an empty can. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the empty street, carrying far and wide.

"Keep your voice down." Zhou Yating frowned. "Your voice might attract monsters."

Wang Shuo shrank his neck and didn't say anything more.

Zhao Hai slowed his pace and walked alongside Chen Ye: "Chen Ye, which way do you think we should go?"

Chen Ye looked at the mist on both sides of the street, and then at the black, dried marks on the ground.

"Go north, and there's a bus stop after you exit the station. You can tell from the bus routes that this street runs east-west, and the city center of Corpse City is in the north."

"Why go to the city center? Shouldn't the city center be more dangerous?"

Zhao Hai didn't quite understand.

"The six of us can't even afford a pair of shoes right now. The survival trial is 24 hours long, and it's hard for us to survive without food and water. We need to find usable supplies, such as clothes, water, and weapons."

Chen Ye's gaze swept over the collapsed buildings on both sides of the street: "These supplies should be able to be found in the city center. The city center has a high building density and many places to hide."

Zhao Hai hesitated for a moment, then looked at the people behind him and nodded: "Then let's go north."

The procession continued forward.

After walking about 500 meters, the buildings on both sides of the street began to become denser, and the degree of collapse was reduced; at least some buildings still retained their complete exterior walls.

Chen Ye noticed that the black, dried marks on the street were becoming more and more numerous and denser, turning from scattered spots into large splatters, as if someone had poured several buckets of ink here.

But it wasn't ink; it was blood.

Dried and oxidized black blood.

Moreover, judging from the shape of the bloodstains, it was not a single splash, but rather multiple splatters and flows from multiple directions and sources.

Many things have died here.

"Brother Hai, there's a supermarket over there."

Li Zheng suddenly spoke, pointing to a two-story building on the right side of the street.

The building's exterior walls were relatively intact, but the glass door was broken, the door frame was crooked, and the dark entrance looked like a half-open mouth.

The original characters on the sign above the entrance are no longer legible; only the character "超" (Chao) is barely discernible.

Zhao Hai stopped, looked at the supermarket, then at Chen Ye: "Shall we go take a look?"

"Let's go take a look." Chen Ye nodded. "Since it's a supermarket, they should have fire axes. They're pretty good weapons."

"Weapons?" Qin Zhaoyang's eyes lit up. "Does the supermarket have a sporting goods section? Bows and arrows or crossbows would be best, or if all else fails, a few throwing knives would also be fine."

"You'll know once you go in and take a look."

Zhao Hai headed towards the supermarket first.

He walked to the door, stopped, listened for a few seconds, then reached out and pushed open the crooked glass door, the metal frame creaking loudly.

It was pitch black inside.

"I'll go in first, you guys wait outside."

Zhao Hai glanced back at the group, his fists gleaming with a silvery-gray metallic sheen, before stepping into the darkness.

The footsteps faded into the distance, growing fainter and fainter.

About a minute later, Zhao Hai's voice came from inside the supermarket: "Come in, there's no one inside... uh, no, there are no monsters."

Five people filed in.

Qin Zhaoyang somehow found a flashlight, and the white light slashed back and forth in the darkness.

The supermarket was larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The shelves were overturned, goods were scattered all over the floor, and there were black bloodstains and broken glass everywhere.

The signs for the food, beverage, and daily necessities sections are still hanging on the ceiling. Although they are badly damaged, the words are still legible.

"Where did the flashlight come from?"

Chen Ye looked at the flashlight in Qin Zhaoyang's hand.

"I found it on the ground, it still works." Qin Zhaoyang waved his flashlight. "There are a lot of things on the ground, it seems like something ransacked this place before."

Chen Ye squatted down and picked up an empty can from the ground.

The can's outer shell was pierced by something sharp, turning inside out, and the food inside was empty.

"Never mind that, everyone look around and see if there are any usable supplies."

Zhao Hai's voice came from ahead.

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "Okay, everyone be careful."