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.,After a while, Lao Zhou came out of the security room. Facing Du Ruo, his face softened.,Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。