v3 Chapter 624： Burning street (2/2)

Zhang Heng originally thought that he would sleep until noon, but he didn't expect that he opened his eyes shortly after lying down. However, he looked at his right hand and found that the starfish he had been wearing was not there. At the same time, the light outside the window shines through the gap of the curtain.

Zhang Heng walked to the bed, opened the window, and saw that the entire street was burning, and his eyes were full of flames. The shops, cars, and trees on the street were all lit, even the hotel room where he was. There was a burnt smell.

The fire was approaching the bedroom on the second floor where he was. The fire was fierce. Zhang Heng got dressed and did not go to the side of the stairs because it was already surrounded by flames. He directly turned the window and landed on the ground.

Although Greenland’s public finances are average, various public service departments seem to be understaffed, but the fire situation is already so serious that it is still a strange thing that fire has not yet been seen. Zhang Heng looked up, almost I can’t see the houses that are not burning anymore, and many houses are far apart, and I don’t know how the fire spread.

Even more strange is that even if the fire does not come, the locals have no reason to watch their house burn like this. In fact, Zhang Heng found that he didn’t see anyone on the street until he walked out about five. Ten meters away, at a crossroads, I finally saw a person, but Zhang Heng could no longer ask what came out of his mouth.

Because the poor guy was surrounded by the fire, although he was still running, it looked like a burning torch, and he planted it on the ground without crossing the intersection, and climbed a few steps forward. In the end, there was no movement.

This is obviously a very tragic scene, but Zhang Heng did not see any painful expression on the face of the burned guy. Instead, the torch man’s eyes were full of joy and madness, and this picture The expression Zhang Heng is no stranger, because in the art museum, those fanatics are like this.

Zhang Heng seemed to think of something, raised his eyebrows, then he crossed the corpse on the ground and continued to walk forward, and five minutes later he finally met a new living person, and this time more than one.

Those were three young people and an old man. The three young people were all dressed up as students, but they were not holding books but torches and gasoline, and the old man was carrying a shotgun.

They were playing a pleasant game. The old man blasted a student’s head with a shotgun, and the other two students splashed gasoline on him. The old man turned the muzzle and killed another student. , But another student finally struck a match and ignited the old man so that the latter would burn with the street.

At the same time, the student picked up the shotgun that the old man had fallen to the ground, and aimed at Zhang Heng who was coming here. However, when he raised the shotgun, he lost the shadow of the Chinese.

Zhang Heng casually picked up a broken lamp from the roadside and stabbed a piece of sharp glass into the neck of the last student. Afterwards, instead of looking at the corpse of the other party, he continued to walk forward.

At the end of the street, he saw a figure.

The figure was sitting on a throne formed by corpses, overlooking him from the top, like a king, and at the same time, Zhang Heng also looked up at the person on the throne, the eyes of the two intersect, Zhang Heng saw that He has a face exactly like him.

No, to be more precise, the person sitting on the throne is now him, but the flashing eyes in those eyes are completely different from him, full of indescribable horror.