Rourou stared at the zombie father and daughter playing in the puddle, not knowing how to feel.
She looked at herself and then at the three teammates who came out. They were all in a sorry state.
The base is in ruins.
There are zombies wandering along the way.
Fortunately, we didn't encounter the gathering zombies and arrived without incident, but not without any injuries.
They are used to stains, used to injuries, used to this city riddled with holes.
But the zombie father and daughter, who are no longer human, can easily change the situation, but they are leisurely playing in the water.
It rains more and more heavily from the sky.
There is no one to maintain the city, the drainage system is unattended, and urban garbage blocks the drainage outlets.
There was water on the ground.
The water splashed by the rain is like a blooming colorless morning glory.
Rourou's appearance did not attract the attention of the playful zombie father and daughter. The two were still happily treading water, competing to see whose splash was bigger.
"Fuchen." Rourou shouted.
Fuchen didn't respond, staring at the Zombie King's feet while treading water hard, turning a deaf ear to what was happening in the water.
"Hahahaha!" Fuchen's laughter never stopped.
Suddenly, I thought she was an ordinary little girl.
Rourou looked at her three comrades, "Let's wait. I'm afraid it won't stop until we have fun."
The three of them had nothing to say to the zombies, big and small. They went to the street and looked for a intact car. They smashed the glass, pried open the door, started the car, and checked the situation. The four of them sat in and quietly waited for the zombies to play.
It rained for half an hour and then stopped.
The large pit was filled with nearby water and had become a small pond.
Rourou walked out and looked at the two of them in the pond.
Fuchen lay on the Zombie King's back, floating on the water, motionless.
The zombie king beneath him was lying on his back, completely submerged in the water, and looked like an immobile corpse.
Rourou knew that it was definitely sleeping, not a dead body.
Zombie entertainment is scary.
The weather is getting cooler, but it’s not autumn yet.
After the rain, flies and mosquitoes came out again.
Fuchen tilted his head, opened his eyes, and watched the fly on the Zombie King's back "rubbing his hands", rubbing his two thin "hands" together, then rubbing around his head, and rubbing his head off.
.
The fly paused for a moment, then continued to rub its head, then settled it back on its own.
If it's a normal fly and its head falls off, it won't be able to move even if it's rubbed a few times.
This one can still put it on by himself and continue rubbing it.
It's a zombie fly.
No one bites flies or mosquitoes.
But when they bite the zombies themselves and come into contact with the festering wounds of flies, they become zombie flies or zombie mosquitoes.
After Fuchen finished watching "Animal World", he stood up and looked at Rourou.
Rourou threw away a bottle.
Fuchen took it, held it in his hands and drank.
It's still the same recipe and the same taste.
"I want to talk to you about some cooperation and tell you some things as compensation for the past." Rourou said.
Fuchen held the pacifier and said nothing.
Rourou spoke organized language, "You often catch fresh river fish in the Trembling River, you know this."
Fuchen finished drinking, stretched out his hand, and Rourou threw a bottle.
Fuchen caught it, fell on the big zombie's back, and lay on his back to drink milk.
The eyes are very pleasant.
The big zombie was floating in the water with no intention of getting up.
Rourou said what she wanted to say, "If the world were the end of the world, there wouldn't be so many fresh fish."
"The most powerful evidence is that most of these people who come in are ordinary people, ordinary people without supernatural powers."
"If it's really the end of the world, how come ordinary people can come in?"
Rourou sighed as she spoke.
The listener Fuchen raised his head and stretched out his hand, asking for new milk.
There is no sense of pathos at all.
Whether they are zombies or living people, no matter how powerful or powerful they are, they are all victims.
Rourou threw out a new bottle of milk and looked at the horizon, "When they came in, I guessed that they were not here to save, but just wanted to monitor."
"The fact that they can bring such powerful bombs in is probably because they intend to destroy the city."
The person following Rourou stood behind her, silent.
It's not like they didn't know that those people were speaking ill of Rourou behind her back, and they didn't agree with the redemption of so many people in the first place.
But knowing that all of them are just pawns makes them feel sad.
After the team members came in, Rourou took them into the space, and they learned about the existence of the space.
But they don't know what's in space.
What they entered was an empty space, with nothing and nothing existing, but Rourou could come in and out and bring them food.
They knew that Rourou was still on guard, and her secret was only kept to herself.
So what?
It’s just a way to establish yourself.
He has no intention of killing people and robbing treasures.
"I have some doubts. Those bombs are very powerful. They are indeed very powerful. They are more than enough to destroy a building. But they are not enough to target a city." Rourou said and asked Fuchen, "Do you know what they did after they came in?"
Fuchen held the bottle and answered without thinking, "Install a camera and have a signal."
This is what she heard. Although she doesn't know what it means, what does it mean?
"How many cars did you destroy? How many people did you kill?"
Fuchen sat up, "That man", pointed at Rourou and said, "That man's car is a discharge car."
"Zhang Wei?" Rourou said, "Zhang Wei's car is the only one left?"
Fuchen nodded.
"How many more people are there? How many people with powers?"
Fuchen scratched his head and thought for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and stared at Rourou, his eyes flowing between the four of them.
Rourou pointed at the four of them, "Us? Four of us?"
Fuchen nodded.
"Two superpowers?"
Fuchen nodded again.
There is also a fire-type superpower on Rourou's side, which is also a rare existence.
She knew that Zhang Wei was a superpower, but she didn't know what kind of existence the other person was and what level of abilities he had.
If you are also a powerful lightning power user or a mind controller, it will be very difficult.
Liu Minzhi stared at the big zombie soaking in the water with her soft eyes, slightly worried.
The emergence of zombies pushed the name "Liu Minzhi" to the top of the wave.
It's not because of his current zombie status.
It was because of his prophetic paper.
Fuchen noticed the gaze and looked at Rourou.
Rourou's eyes changed and she looked at Fuchen with a warm smile. "We can cooperate. You are responsible for the encirclement and suppression, and leave one person for us."
"Zhang Wei." Fuchen said.
"Zhang Wei gives it to you. I don't need it." He just went out, how much does he know about the outside world?
Discard it.
Fuchen didn't say anything, so he agreed.
"We still need a safe place to live, can we stay with you?"
