I scratched my unruly beard and thought, Am I that scary? Looking at San Mao, it was then that we realised what was happening. All of our hair and beards had grown into a ball, and we looked no different from savages. These three people were so clean and clean, they were obviously hiding somewhere with food, clothes, and possibly even electricity.

I was scratching my head, not knowing how to continue with the questioning. Around dinner time, Uncle Feng and Aunt Chen came down from upstairs, with Little Casey following them. The three of them obviously didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the three of them, they became confused. Uncle Feng looked at me with an inquiring look, and I spread out my hands, meaning that I'm not too sure myself. Uncle Feng nodded and didn't ask, but started to light a fire in the cast-iron stove, while Aunt Chen walked towards the small warehouse, probably to retrieve the food I ate today.

However, Little Casey was filled with curiosity, as if she had not seen any clean people in a long time. Instead, she was somewhat close, standing at the side and constantly peeking at them. Yang Yufan waved at her, and she laughed, jumping up and down as she ran to Yang Yufan's side, grabbing onto his thighs to spin around, hiding behind him, occasionally sticking her head out to peek at the three strangers. It was as if she was playing hide-and-seek with them.

Uncle Feng stuffed a pile of old newspapers into the furnace. He piled a few small branches on top of the pile of papers, and placed a few pieces of firewood the size of a fist. On the surface of the firewood, there was a bit of lacquer, which was a piece of "Steinway" piano that we had dismembered a few days ago. Uncle Feng lit a big fire with a disposable lighter and moved closer to the bottom of the furnace to ignite the newspaper. At first it was just a small flame, but it was quickly followed by a thick smoke, and Uncle Feng immediately fanned it open with a large piece of cardboard, then he fanned the wind with the door a few times, and the fire came out. Not long later, the big firewood was also burned, and Uncle Feng closed the door to reduce the temperature, allowing the firewood to slowly burn in the furnace.

Although the room temperature didn't increase by much, once it did, everyone started to feel warm inside, especially the middle-aged man who was looking at the stove, looking at Uncle Feng, and looking at Little Casey, who coincidentally stuck his head out half a head from behind Yang Yufan and withdrew his gaze immediately after meeting her. Then, he slowly stuck his head out from the other side, making a face when he saw that he was still looking at her, and started to giggle.

"You all …" The man finally opened his mouth, but because he had not spoken for a long time, his throat was glued to his throat. His voice was hoarse and shrill, as if there was a dagger stirring inside his throat.

"Not a bad guy?"

Just as I don't know how to answer this question, Little Casey who was at the side suddenly stuck his head out, and said childishly:

"Grandfather, we're not bad people, we're good people!"

Little Casey isn't like us, although our bodies are also dirty, Aunt Chen wash her face and comb her hair everyday, trying her best to save a bit of love for her in this chaotic world. With that, the atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed. Even the two Groundhog's raised their heads and their eyes became gentle.

"Who are you and where are you from?" I asked.

The middle aged man raised his head and looked at me. His eyes were still full of vigilance, but after he looked at Uncle Feng and Casey, he finally stood up as if he made a decision, and did an action that I would never have expected.

He took out a name card from his inside pocket, pushed out a golden name card with his thumbs, bowed slightly, and handed it over to me. After I received the card in shock, he turned to San Mao, and then, he passed a name card to the rest of the room.

"Lu Yong …" San Tu? "What word is that?" San Mao looked at his name card and muttered.

I picked up the card and looked at it. It read: "LU YONG Yao, Chief Fellow of the XX Provincial Museum."

"Songs!" Read the ballad! My name is Lu Yongyao. " The middle-aged man stood perfectly straight and slightly bowed as he spoke.

"What lousy name is this, calling me San Tu is too much, I'll just call you San Tu, it's just right that it went smoothly for me, San Mao!" San Mao shook his head and said.

"San Tu" was stunned hearing this, he did not know whether to agree or to reject, so he could only laugh along in embarrassment.

I waved my hand to stop San Mao's teasing and asked, "Where did you all come from?"

San Tu stopped smiling and answered: "After the crisis of the Zombie, we stayed at the unit all the time, it was the Provincial Museum …"

"Then why are you guys like this … "Ugh …" White and fat? The museum should be hiding antiques, not food? " San Mao rushed to ask.

"Mm …" "It's like this …" A look of embarrassment appeared on San Tu's face as he answered hesitantly, "In order to protect the collection, the museum has a complete set of equipment to maintain humidity and temperature, as well as a backup power source. Furthermore, this year, we just built a high tech museum, which has a complete rainwater and water circulation system inside … "Hmm, a few years ago, due to the lack of efficiency, the museum emptied half of the basement and rented it to the supermarket next door to make a warehouse. In addition, in order to prevent theft, the museums built strong doors and windows, and most people would not be able to recall visiting a museum right now, so we stayed safe and sound until now …"

"You mean that place still has food and electricity?" San Mao could not help but interrupt San Tu and ask anxiously.

"There are no Zombie s yet! And with f * cking beauties accompanying it! " Monkey added.

"This old fellow's luck with women is quite good …" San Mao lustfully looked at the two "Groundhog" and said while shaking his head.

"No more now …" San Tu's face darkened, and said solemnly: "The inside are filled with Zombie!"

San Mao suddenly remembered the three riders from before, and asked in a flash: "That's right, who were those people who chased after you?"

San Tu shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure either. They came this morning, and I was sleeping when I heard the door open. The other colleagues were killed on the spot. Only she and I... "The two of them …" San Tu pointed to the two [Groundhog] at the side, and continued: "Something's not right, we hid in the underground storage area, and after this group of people came in, we searched all over the place as if we were looking for something. The three of us stayed in the storage area for a long time, listening to this group search the entire upper section of the hall, and just as we were about to go down, Xiao Xiao and Xiao Zhang …" San Tu glanced at the two girls beside him, and said: "We really have no other choice, and opened the path to the supermarket, a large group of Zombie gathered there, and rushed in, and then we sneaked out, but we never expected that it would be snowing today, and probably because they saw footprints."