Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. "Open the door! Please save my wife!"
Luo Yuan and Huang Jiahui looked at each other and stood up. Through the peephole, they saw that the person who was knocking on the door was their neighbor, but they were not exactly friends. They only knew that there was such a person there. His face was full of fear and anxiety.
Luo Yuan thought that the woman must have been bitten by a mutated mosquito again. There was no way she could survive. However, they were neighbors after all, so he had to pay them a visit. He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and asked, "What happened?"
The man said anxiously as soon as he saw him open the door, "Quick, go to my house. My wife is dying. I don't know what happened, but she was mopping the floor in the kitchen and she fell down."
He turned to Huang Jiahui and said, "Close the door, I'll go there."
"Okay! Come back quickly, "Huang Jiahui said worriedly.
Luo Yuan nodded without saying anything.
The man paced back and forth anxiously, looking like he was in pain. When he saw Luo Yuan turn around, he urged, "She's in the kitchen, come with me."
Then he walked towards his house. Luo Yuan followed him through the living room, but when they got close to the kitchen, he slowed down, as if he was waiting for Luo Yuan.
Luo Yuan glanced at him. There was nothing wrong with what he did to a patient who was most likely suffering from a contagious disease. However, they were husband and wife after all. They used to live in the same room, but now they did not even dare approach each other. Although Luo Yuan understood what he was doing, his impression of him had worsened.
He walked into the kitchen and saw that it was indeed the bite of a mutated mosquito. However, after such a long delay, she was already dead. The woman was quite pretty, so Luo Yuan would take a few glances at her when they met on normal days. However, her whole body was swollen, and he could no longer recognize her original face.
The window of the kitchen was open, so the mutated mosquito had obviously come in through the window. Luo Yuan noticed that the mosquito had not left. It was lying on the ceiling, motionless. Its abdomen was heavy, and it looked a little dark red because it had sucked enough blood.
When the man saw that his girlfriend was motionless, his expression changed. He quickly covered his mouth with a sad face, but he did not dare to approach her.
Luo Yuan looked at the man who was in pain and said, "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm leaving now."
"Wait!"
Luo Yuan had only taken a few steps when he was stopped. He turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"
After the man stopped him, he looked hesitant, as if there were some words that were difficult to say.
Luo Yuan knew what he was thinking. "Don't worry, it's not an infectious disease. The culprit is the mutated mosquito on the ceiling. It'll be fine after we kill it."
The man was shocked. He raised his head and looked at the mutated mosquito. He subconsciously took a few steps back. He was so frightened that he couldn't speak.
He saw that the kitchen window was still open, so he rushed over and closed it.
"I'll take my leave," Luo Yuan said.
"Wait! I … I might not be able to kill it. Can the Good Samaritan Gang help me kill it? "The man called out to Luo Yuan again, pleading.
In the beginning, Luo Yuan had only disliked him, but now he hated him. His strength was indeed relatively strong. Killing this kind of mutated mosquito was as easy as lifting a finger. However, the other party would never know his strength. In the eyes of that man, he was also an ordinary person. Transferring his own risk to another person, and a stranger at that. What a good plan.
Luo Yuan thought about it and decided to let it go. The man's wife had died, which was bad enough. He didn't care about such a person. He nodded and said, "Alright, bring me the broom."
"Great! Great! Thank you so much! "He quickly thanked Luo Yuan and walked out of the kitchen to find the broom.
After a while, he returned with it. Luo Yuan took the broom. The ceiling was a little high, so he flipped over and stood on the cupboard. The mosquito seemed to be very slow after it had drunk enough blood. It did not respond to the movement below. When the broom got close, it wanted to fly away, but it was too late. Luo Yuan slapped the broom hard and left a pool of blood on the ceiling.
"Thank you so much. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't know what to do," the man said sincerely, relieved.
"You don't have to thank me. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave, "Luo Yuan said, jumping down from the cupboard and clapping his hands.
"I'd like to ask for a favor," the man said quickly when he saw Luo Yuan was about to leave.
Luo Yuan stopped in his tracks. He wanted to see what else he had to say.
The man continued with a sad face, "Hui Qin died a horrible death. Although I still want to see her a few more times, I can't just leave her here. With the weather now, she'll start to stink in half a day …"
Luo Yuan looked at the man's sad face and felt like he had swallowed a fly. He felt disgusted, but he didn't know how sincere he was. He interrupted him and said, "What do you mean?"
He said awkwardly, "I … I was wondering if you could help me move her body downstairs?"
Luo Yuan looked at him coldly and said, "If you were a coward, I wouldn't say anything. You don't dare go downstairs because you're afraid of the mutated mosquitoes. This is a normal reaction for most people. But she was your wife after all. I can't believe you want to dump her body so soon after she died. You even asked me to do it. Do I look like an idiot to you?"
Luo Yuan could not be bothered to look at him anymore. He felt disgusted just by looking at such an idiot. He turned around and left.
The man was stunned. His face turned red and green. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he realized that Luo Yuan had already left the living room.
When Luo Yuan entered the house, Huang Jiahui was already washing rice in the kitchen. He went inside to wash his hands.
"What happened to him?" Huang Jiahui asked.
"Nothing, just something disgusting. Forget it, let's not talk about him," Luo Yuan said, shaking his head.
Huang Jiahui did not ask any more questions.
Not long after, Luo Yuan heard a dull thud coming from outside. It sounded like something heavy had fallen. His expression changed. He had not expected the man to throw his wife's body down from the third floor.
The lunch today was much simpler. There was a small plate of pickled vegetables and two salted duck eggs. Luo Yuan had bought these before the mutation. He had bought a lot of these long-lasting vegetables, and there were still some left.
The mutated beast meat that Luo Yuan had brought back the day before had been preserved, considering that such a situation would not end anytime soon. It was not the right time to eat it yet.
They had gotten used to eating fish and meat, so they did not have much of an appetite. Their appetite had been reduced by half. Wang Shishi had only eaten a few mouthfuls.
When it was almost evening, a Jeep stopped in front of the residential area. Two armed policemen in protective suits and carrying flamethrowers got out of the Jeep. Two 10-meter-long flamethrowers sprayed across the open space of the residential area. Through the window, Luo Yuan could see mutated mosquitoes falling from the sky with their wings burned off.
However, the flamethrowers did not last long. In less than 10 minutes, they had not even swept the entire residential area before the petrol tank behind them ran out. If they were to sweep the entire Hedong City, the amount of petrol needed would be astronomical. Even if all the petrol in Hedong City was used up, it would still be far from enough.
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