The capital city of the 1960s was nowhere near as colorful, bustling with traffic, and glittering as it is in later times.,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.,Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。