Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

Lin You caught the falling finger bone dagger with her hand.

The handle still retains the warmth of the disintegrated material, and the bone texture gleams with a cold white light under the aurora.

She turned the handle; it was much lighter and thinner than the mantis knife, but the curve of the hook was more suitable for hooking and stabbing—the collarbone, the side of the neck, and the intercostal spaces were all fatal points.

She tucked the finger bone dagger behind her waist.

Carrying the mantis knife, he strode towards the police station across the street.

The glass door to the main hall was shattered, and gray fog seeped in through the cracks, turning the entire hall grayish-black.

The lobby was a mess; the computer screen on the reception desk was cracked, documents were scattered all over the floor, and a chair had overturned next to the benches in the waiting area.

There was a person lying on the ground by the door.

The internal organs had been removed by something, leaving the abdominal cavity open.

Lin You stepped over the corpse and walked to the corner of the stairs on the first floor.

A person was squatting by the table in the corner, with their hands behind their head, muttering something in a low voice that was hard to hear.

Lin You glanced at him but ignored him and continued walking upstairs.

She had been to this police station in her past life.

In her previous life, in the third month of the apocalypse, she returned with a small team of survivors to search for weapons. At that time, the building had already been occupied by alien beasts.

The strange beasts built nests and laid eggs in the corridor.

It was a fierce battle, and thinking about it now still sends chills down my spine.

She remembered that the detention room was on the basement level, but Mu Xue was not a criminal—she was a witness who had been brought back to cooperate with the investigation and should have been detained in the interrogation room on the second floor.

Lin You looked up at the dark staircase.

The stairwell was pitch black. The emergency light had burned through its circuit board in the ion storm, leaving only a plastic shell hanging in the corner.

The cell phone and flashlight were both destroyed in the strong solar ion storm.

I tapped my arm, and a pale blue screen appeared, illuminating the cigarette butts scattered on the steps and a crushed paper cup.

She walked upstairs, her footsteps echoing in the concrete stairwell.

I would pause for two or three seconds after climbing a few steps.

Listen carefully to the sounds around you.

Something is moving in the third-floor corridor.

It wasn't a person... Human footsteps are heel-first, that sound was the faint scraping of fingernails on tiles.

Intermittent, like a big dog sniffing the ground.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

It peeked out from around the corner at the end of the corridor.

It wasn't the peak-level first-tier clawed beast from the rooftop earlier. It was smaller, with all four limbs on the ground, and its spine protruding from under its skin to form a serrated back.

The skull is flat, the mouth is split open to the base of the ears, there are no lips, and the teeth are directly exposed to the air.

It has no eyes; the eye sockets are sunken pits.

But its head turned precisely in her direction.

Lin You carried the mantis-shaped double blades, with the serrated edges facing outwards.

The strange beast crawled out from around the corner, moving slowly, its familiar aura forcing it to be cautious.

It smelled the scent of the phantom mantis, and also the scent of its companions.

It determines the risk factor of pomelo.

The muscles in his back tightened in clenching motions, and the four hooks scraped against the floor with a harsh, screeching sound.

Then it pounced.

It wasn't a straight line—it was a zigzag, repeatedly bouncing along the walls on both sides of the corridor at an extremely fast speed; in the darkness, only a gray-white afterimage could be seen.

She didn't dodge.

Because this thing is too agile, dodging will affect the speed of your attacks, and trying to outrun a beast is a sure way to die.

The zigzag attack path of this four-legged beast seems unpredictable, but at the moment of each change of direction—the moment it pushes off the wall.

There will be a brief pause in the head.

She was waiting for that pause.

The moment the Claw Beast, which was not even at level one, kicked against the left wall, her Mantis Blade swung out, as if she had been waiting there.

The mantis knife cut in from the left side of its lower jaw and passed through its body from the back of its neck.

The pale blue light instantly illuminated Lin You's face, revealing an utterly indifferent expression.

That face flashed by.

The ordinary Claw Beast's four hooks flailing wildly in the air before coming to a stop.

She tossed the body aside, and dark green blood splattered on the corridor wall, like an abstract painting created by splashing ink.

He reached out and pressed his hand onto the corpse, initiating the decomposition process.

This time, no bone daggers appeared; only some exotic beast materials filled the material inventory.

After all, these are just ordinary Claw Beasts that haven't even reached Tier 1.

The interrogation room doors are on the left side of the corridor; there are three rooms in total.

The first room was empty; the chairs were overturned, and there was a half-cold cup of coffee on the table.

The second room was also empty, but there was a document on the table with the red seal of the Z City Public Security Bureau on the cover.

She glanced at it—it was Mu Xue's statement.

On the last page, there was a red handprint in the signature section, with clear fingerprints and long, slender fingers.

The third one.

The door is locked.

It's not an electronic lock, it's an old-fashioned mechanical lock.

Lin You stood at the door, and the pale blue light curtain on her arm receded and disappeared.

She inserted the finger bone dagger into the crack in the door, the tip pressing against the latch, and with a pry, the latch sprang open.

The door opened.

Mu Xue stood in the corner.

She was still wearing the clothes she wore that night, a beige trench coat over a black turtleneck sweater.

The hem of his trench coat was covered in mud, which he got from being taken away by police officers from the checkpoint that day.

She was unharmed, with no blood on her face, her hair was disheveled but her eyes were clear.

The handcuffs bound her to the radiator pipe, leaving a red mark on the inside of her wrists.

She saw a bald woman standing at the door and paused for a second.

When Lin You got close enough, Mu Xue recognized who it was and exclaimed in surprise.

"...It's you."

Lin You did not answer.

He walked up to the heating pipe, aimed the finger bone dagger at the chain in the middle of the handcuffs, and slashed down.

The handcuff chain snapped.

Mu Xue rubbed her wrist and stood up, her gaze shifting from Lin You's bald head as she caught a strange, fishy smell.

That was the smell of blood; she had smelled a similar smell at Qian Yuan's place.

She opened her mouth, probably wanting to ask—Where's your hair? What kind of blood is on you? What happened outside?

But she didn't know where to begin.

Lin You turned and walked out, uttering only two words, "Stay close."

Howls echoed throughout the police station, one after another, indicating that there was more than one strange beast.

Mu Xue followed her slowly down the dark stairwell.

The emergency lights were already damaged when the apocalypse came.

Without any lights, groping forward in the dark, surrounded by terrifying howls, pushed Mu Xue to her limit.

Hidden in the darkness, Lin You spoke in a low voice from ahead, "The gun is in the armory on the second floor. The bullets are in the ammunition depot on the first floor."

Mu Xue followed two steps behind her, wondering why the mysterious woman in front of her knew these things.

This is something that ordinary people probably don't understand.

Mu Xue asked in a trembling voice, "How did you know?"

Lin You was silent for a moment before replying, "I've been here."

Yes, she did come to the police station after the apocalypse to look for weapons and ammunition, with a group of people.

There were originally fourteen people, but only three left.

Everyone else died inside the police station, a place she remembers vividly.

Lin You walked ahead with extremely light footsteps, her boots making almost no sound as they landed on the tiles.

The corridor is not long, about twenty meters.

The armory door was a security door with sheet metal edging and a cross lock.

Mu Xue's head bumped into Lin You's back, and she stopped walking.

Lin You said in a low voice, "We're here. I'll open the door."

Mu Xue was slightly taken aback, and asked softly, "Where did you get the key?"

Lin You didn't say anything, but directly pulled out the finger bone dagger and started fiddling with it on the keyhole. The rustling sound of metal breaking echoed in the corridor.

The finger bone dagger was violently inserted into the crack of the door, the tip pressing against the latch, and then pried it open.

The bolt was cut off directly.

The door opened.

The room was pitch black.