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

The monster was feeding, and beneath it lay a carcass whose upper body had been completely devoured. It was unclear which unlucky creature had wandered into its territory.

The lizard-headed monster seemed only focused on the food in front of it and didn't notice Chen Ye and the others, perhaps because they were quite far away.

Qin Zhaoyang's legs began to tremble.

Zhao Hai clenched his fists, the metallic sheen rising from his knuckles, but his expression was more solemn than ever before.

Because he could sense that this thing was on a completely different level from the previous ones.

Chen Ye lowered his voice: "Don't move, don't make a sound, don't run."

The six people stood frozen in place, like six statues.

The monster continued to eat with its head down.

The sound of teeth tearing flesh echoed in the empty square.

Chen Ye slowly raised his hand and made a gesture to step back.

The group slowly retreated, one step, two steps, three steps.

When they reached the side street, everyone turned around at the same time and quickly left.

No one spoke, no one turned around, and Qin Zhaoyang only dared to speak after walking two or three hundred meters.

"What...what is that?"

No one could answer him.

Chen Ye's palms were sweaty.

He glanced at the countdown on the system panel.

Countdown: 20:43:12

There are still nearly twenty-one hours to go.

The monsters in this city were far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Chen Ye took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and unfolded the map again.

The underground shelter in the municipal district is located on the north side of the square, but that behemoth has taken over the square; going there would be suicide.

"Go around to the east." Chen Ye pointed to a route on the map: "Go through the buildings on the east side. It's a bit farther, but it should avoid that thing."

Zhao Hai had no objection.

The group carefully circled eastward along the edge of the building complex.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the street ahead suddenly opened up.

A low building came into view, with a striking sign on its exterior wall: a blue triangle with a white running human figure in the center.

"The sign for the civil defense project," Zhou Yating said. "It's that underground shelter."

The building's facade features a massive protective door with a rusty, iron-gray metal surface and a manual rotary switch above it.

"Can the door be opened?"

Zhao Hai walked to the protective door, grasped the wheel, and turned it forcefully.

The roulette wheel made a screeching sound as it slowly turned.

The door opened.

Behind the door is a downward slope with concrete walls on both sides. Every few meters overhead, there is an emergency light emitting a faint green glow.

"This place looks quite deep."

Wang Shuo peeked inside.

Chen Ye also glanced inside.

The slope extends downwards, disappearing into the darkness at its end.

Air rushed out, carrying a musty smell and the odor of some kind of chemical agent, but it wasn't foul, indicating that the ventilation system was still working.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Zhao Hai went in first, followed by Chen Ye, and the others filed in.

The protective door slowly closed behind me, and the dial automatically returned to its original position with a dull click.

The outside sounds were blocked out.

Gray fog, monsters, hissing sounds—everything was kept outside that heavy metal door.

Instead, there is absolute silence and a sense of security from being isolated from the world.

The room was dimly lit, so Qin Zhaoyang turned on the flashlight he had found in the supermarket.

The group walked down the slope for about fifty meters, and a larger space appeared ahead.

It is an underground hall, with an area of ​​about two or three hundred square meters and a ceiling height of about three meters. The concrete ceiling is covered with pipes and cables.

There were dozens of cots in the hall, neatly arranged, with moldy military green bedding on them.

There were several metal cabinets against the wall, their doors open, and the contents had been moved out.

There was a makeshift kitchen in the corner, complete with a gas cylinder, stove, pots and pans, but all of them were covered in dust.

"This place used to be inhabited."

Li Zheng walked to a cot and touched the bedding. The bedding was completely moldy and would crumble at the slightest touch.

"There are people here too," Zhou Yating said, pointing to the ground. "Look."

There were several rows of footprints on the ground. They were very fresh, not the kind of old marks left by accumulated dust. They were left recently.

The footprints varied in size, indicating at least five or six people.

Zhao Hai frowned: "Someone arrived first."

"They must be people from other carriages." Chen Ye squatted down and looked at the direction of the footprints: "Judging from the direction of the footprints, they went into the lobby."

He raised his head and looked into the depths of the hall.

"Go in and take a look, but be careful."

Chen Ye stood up and gripped the cleaver in his hand tighter.

Zhao Hai walked at the front, his fists covered in a silvery-gray metallic sheen, and he walked very lightly, almost silently.

Li Zheng and Wang Shuo followed behind him, one on each side.

Chen Ye walked in the middle of the group, Qin Zhaoyang was close to him, and Zhou Yating brought up the rear.

The six people walked along the passageway at the edge of the hall, heading deeper into the space.

The air became humid, and the musty smell intensified, but there was still no rotten stench.

This shows that the ventilation system here is indeed still working, and working very well.

"There is light ahead."

Zhao Hai suddenly stopped and raised his right fist to signal the people behind him to stop.

Chen Ye took two steps forward and looked over his shoulder.

There are lights at the end of the passage.

Someone had put up temporary lighting there.

"Turn off the flashlight."

Chen Ye lowered his voice.

Qin Zhaoyang immediately turned off the flashlight, leaving only a warm yellow halo in the distance in the passage.

Zhao Hai turned and glanced at Chen Ye, asking with his eyes: What should we do?

Chen Ye thought for a moment and then made a gesture: Go over and check first, but don't expose yourself.

Zhao Hai nodded and continued forward, but his steps were lighter than before.

At the end of the passage was a corner, and warm yellow light shone through from the corner, where faint voices could be heard.

Zhao Hai pressed himself against the wall, slowly peeked out, and then quickly withdrew.

He turned around and lowered his voice: "They are people from other carriages, five in total. They have set up camp in the hall, with sleeping bags, food, and weapons."

"Have you seen anyone we know?"

Zhou Yating asked.

Zhao Hai shook his head: "I don't know them, but the train is full of people from Yuncheng University, so these people are obviously from there too."

Chen Ye paused for two seconds, then made a decision: "Go directly there, but don't show hostility. In this environment, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy."

Zhao Hai glanced at him and nodded.

He walked out from around the corner, raising his hands to his chest with palms facing outwards to indicate that he meant no harm.

"Dear students, we are from carriage number three."

The area around the corner fell silent instantly.

Then came the sound of metal clashing, the sound of weapons being raised.