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.,The old man became angry: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police.",Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。