Kurumi Tokisaki’s Planar Journey Chapter 59: The community sends warmth

The rhythm of the heartbeat slowed a beat, and Steve's eyes widened under the hood and his throat was itchy.

Having swallowed a mouthful of saliva, how could he not be familiar with the red and white circular canopy?

The body is trembling, the cold hairs on the back explode, and the pupils shrink to the extreme!

As if enduring the great torture, she whispered, "Protecting the umbrella?!"

A breeze blew, and Steve shivered, tugging his hand toward the hood above, covering his face.

The footsteps are flustered, and Umbrella behind him is like a giant beast! He can't help but run away!

Back home, Steve leaned against the door and slowly slid to the ground, as if using all his strength.

He, who is slightly obsessed with cleanliness, would actually act like this, which shows that his emotions are not stable.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, his forehead was full of sweat, obviously his physique was far stronger than ordinary people, but under the violent fluctuation of mood

Get up, pull down the hood and pour a glass of water from the "kitchen", like a fish that is about to die of thirst, and gulp it down.

After taking a few breaths, Steve sat down on the broken bed with a slightly decadent look.

Although there is a pair of pants, the roughness of the inferior wood can still be clearly felt on the skin.

He stretched out his hands nervously, and the lines caught his eye. Steve didn't want to think about his family anymore, chasing and killing things now.

Because that's useless at all! Because the umbrella is in this world!

I used to think it was interesting to watch movies on Earth, but Steve is self-aware that he really wants him to survive in that environment.

A week? Or half a month? Anyway, in the end, they will die, be eaten by zombies, become one of them, or die in the hands of powerful lickers, tyrants and other monsters.

Steve shook his head, trying to clear the negativity out.

He can no longer treat things negatively, that way he will die faster in the end times.

Now he needs news, news of the world.

But the funny thing is that he doesn't even know the time now that he's been out for two hours.

How many years, what days, what days?

Steve scratched his head vigorously again, and there was nothing but broken strands of hair.

Although he had seen the movie before time travel, who would write down the time and date in the movie? Do you really think that is the history that happened, do you need to focus on the exam?

As for his name before the time-travel, it doesn't matter anymore.

This is New York, and it should have been Raccoon City that got the virus first, but he doesn't even know where Raccoon City is.

What should he do? Go with the flow?

Go to hell!

This is New York. Umbrella is a giant-level company. It is normal to have a branch here, and he will definitely not misunderstand that sign.

But what exactly is he going to do?

Drinking the warm water from the glass again, Steve is very distressed now.

"Other people have some kind of golden fingers when they cross over, and the mix is ​​full of wind and water, the tiger's body is shaken, the younger brothers are in groups, the beauties are posted upside down, etc. What am I? What about my golden fingers?"

"System? Are you not?"

"System? System Dad? System Uncle? System Grandpa?"

"Ahhh, **** it!"

Steve opened his eyes and slammed his right hand towards the bed in anger.

"Crack!~"

He turned his head slightly, and saw that his right hand made a hole in the bed at will, and those wood thorns that looked quite sharp, but did not cause much damage to the skin at all

"This is my golden finger? Is it too low?"

Steve stood up and went to the "kitchen" to find a fruit knife, the only one in his "home".

"Ha la!—"

He raised his brows and watched the blood dripping from the wound "mmp, what about the invincible physical fitness?"

Throwing the knife aside, Steve can clearly feel that the wound is not very painful, and the muscles on both sides are a little itchy.

It didn't take long for the itching to disappear, and there was nothing but a blood stain on the hands.

Wipe dry with a towel, leaving only a small white mark on the skin, which is not clear at all if you don't look carefully.

"This" Steve raised his brows upward, "Is it really not a big problem to randomly create wounds and bleed in the end times?"

"Guru Lu~"

There was a sound from his stomach, and Steve was quite helpless. He took the last snack out of his backpack, sat down on the bed and ate it.

When eating, I checked the "wound" from time to time, and finally found that the white mark disappeared.

"I don't think I've been infected with the virus, right?" As soon as Steve thought about it, he felt that this matter was very reliable.

How did the "I tm!" thing come about?

The memory is still scattered, and I endured the pain to recall it. Various people wearing isolation suits walked around, including a few white coats

And the sound of the helicopter Steve can only recall.

Sitting on the bed in a trance, speechless for a long time, even my stomach is not so hungry

Take a deep breath, quickly eat the food, and re-dress.

He's going out again, better get some news, or in a big city like New York

If the virus strikes, even with his physical fitness, the chance of escaping is close to zero!

The hood was put back on, and after a moment of silence, Steve put the black card in his trouser pocket.

Just want to go out

"Boom!"

A knock on the door. And it's his house!

Steve held his breath, the doorbell had already broken, and the people outside seemed extra patient.

"Bang bang bang! ~Is there anyone please?"

"Boom!~"

Steve minimized his breathing and pressed his ear to the door.

"Would you like to go in?"

"Break the door?" asked the younger man's voice.

"Of course, there is no other way, I just saw the suspected back."

The voice was silent for a moment, "Wait."

"Boom! ~Is anyone home?"

Steve glanced around the room, fine, there was nowhere to hide.

At a distance of more than ten meters outside ~IndoMTL.com~ he is not sure at all.

Pretend to be awake and lower her voice, "Who is it? No sleep in the daytime?!"

After a short pause outside the door, a young man's voice came, "Sir, we are the staff of the Kem Water and Electric Company, and come to check the water meter regularly."

Steve squinted his eyes and sneered in his heart. He had played this **** on the forum as early as the last life, and he never thought that umbrellas were still popular.

Pretend to be impatient, "The water meter is outside, I'm going to bed!"

Steve breathed a sigh of relief

"Boom!"

"Sir, open the door, the community will send warmth~"

Steve felt his little heart twitch.

Mmp's, thought he wouldn't be able to hear it if he changed someone? Can such a person enter the umbrella? The requirements of this giant-level company are too low, right? !