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A month later, a meteorite fell from the sky. The meteorite carried a virus that could turn people into zombies. Du Ruo's space could only store the dead, the living couldn't enter. Even in the apocalypse, it was still dangerous.,His clothes were covered in dust, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he hadn't washed his face for days. His face was gray and dirty - who could tell what he looked like!,After a while, Lao Zhou came out of the security room. Facing Du Ruo, his face softened.。

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