Fuchen looked at her confusedly, not knowing what the book looked like.
Rourou thought for a while and reminded, "The other party will most likely target your father."
Fuchen looked at the big zombie and nodded slowly.
He is powerful and will definitely be targeted.
Fuchen didn't pay attention and lay down to sleep.
Having said that, Rourou had nothing more to say and left the room to prepare for today's rest.
Big Zombie - Dr. Liu Minzhi's house is very old and empty.
Simple furniture, wooden structure, small master and secondary bedrooms, the second bedroom is used as a study.
Fuchen and the big zombie Liu Minzhi occupy the study.
Rourou and other five people occupy the master bedroom and living room.
Fortunately, everyone is very particular about it, so sleeping on the sofa, making a bed on the floor, or squeezing in is not a problem.
Spending the night at a zombie's house for the first time, everyone felt a sense of fantasy.
Compared with this, I don't know whether to feel sad or happy when I think that there are still thousands of lights outside the city, but my family is the only one who has died without a monument.
I stayed up until midnight before falling asleep.
The next day, the five Rourou people went out to find out information. They wanted to go to government agencies and hospitals to find information.
Fuchen heard the noise, got up, went to the living room and saw the milk bottle lying there.
There is already food, no need to forage.
Fuchen and the big zombie stayed at home, thinking about nothing but sleeping.
Two hours later, the car came back, and the five people came back with the materials, and then went out again.
Half an hour later, three cars came back. There was another pile of paper.
After a while, five people drove five vehicles to move materials.
There was another pile of paper in the living room, filling the living room.
Fuchen lay on the belly of the big zombie and watched everyone sitting on the ground busy.
Four people were busy, and one person went to the kitchen to work.
Zhang Minzhi uses natural gas.
In the zombie city, the natural gas company has been closed for a long time. The pipeline is broken somewhere, and the gas in the pipe has been released long ago.
Fortunately, the kitchen utensils are complete.
The water is supplied by Rourou, so don’t worry about running out of water.
The man took out his hand and placed it on the iron pot. There was a layer of fire surrounding the pot underneath.
Fuchen and the big zombie were attracted by this strange thing, and one by one they stayed close to this person and watched.
It was the first time that Mr. Xiong was pressed against a living zombie for such a long time. He still refused to take action. The tendons in his brain were pulled so hard that he still endured the pressure and continued to do what he had to do.
First heat the oil over low heat.
Then add the base potatoes placed in the soft space.
Just throw the whole potatoes in, pour some water, cover the pot, and simmer over high heat.
Zombies don't know cooking skills, but they are very curious about fire.
The raging fire was licking the bottom of the pot, and steam was rising from the edge of the pot.
The big zombie was the first to put his hand in, trying to catch the fire.
"Hey - don't let go!" Mr. Xiong stopped him. When he saw the big zombie's hands that were burned tight and his unmoved expression, he remembered that this was a zombie.
Still a great zombie.
When Fuchen saw the big zombie and tried to touch it, he couldn't help himself and happily touched the fire.
However, Fu Chen felt extreme pain as soon as the fire touched his skin.
"Ouch. Ouch." Fuchen shook his hand, holding his injured hand, his face wrinkled.
Mr. Xiong looked down at the little zombie in disbelief: Are today's zombies really as sentient as humans?
When Rourou heard the noise, she came over uneasy to check. Seeing Fuchen's actions, she understood and warned, "Don't play with fire."
When I was about to leave, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Xiong’s eyes that couldn’t be turned away, and his eyes widened as he stared at Fuchen.
Rourou comforted her, "This is why I have been raising her. She may be the most powerful experimental result of Dr. Liu Minzhi."
Mr. Xiong turned his head and looked at the big zombie who was still roasting himself. His brain was still not turned on, and he was still immersed in the shock of "zombies also have human consciousness".
The floating dust on the ground looked up, saw the "roasted chicken feet" in the fire, and suddenly pushed the big zombie away, "Back off!"
Mr. Xiong was squeezed by the floating dust and backed away. He only reacted when he heard the sound.
Fuchen stood aside and shouted at the big zombie, "Don't play with fire! Watch your hands!"
The big zombie tilted his head and ordered his hand.
The outer skin has been burned, exposing the bones.
But the big zombie has no sense of this part of the body.
There was a puff of dust, so I grabbed the zombie's hand and put it in the bucket, washing away the ashes on the outside, revealing the skin and flesh inside that had been burned and stuck together, and white bones could be seen at the second joint.
The dust carefully washed away the gray, and along the way, a lot of intact skin and flesh was washed out.
In the bucket was a bucket of "pork minced soup", which still smelled like burnt meat.
Mr. Xiong: “…”
Rourou heard the sound and came over to check again. Seeing Fuchen's movements, she said nothing, took out medical tape from the space, and bandaged the big zombie in circles.
Drain the water in the bucket, wash it and put another bucket of water in it.
Mr. Xiong watched the whole process and suddenly felt like he was watching a family.
Especially the interaction between father and daughter.
Think about it, they are originally father and daughter.
Don't think too much, and then make your own braised potatoes. After simmering until soft, press into puree and add a packet of instant noodles sauce packet.
Live together.
A big pot of stewed potatoes is lunch for five people.
Rourou and the other five people were in the room looking at the information. Fuchen was curious and gathered around to watch. Even though he couldn't see the words clearly, he still leaned closer to read the words.
Everyone is obsessed with finding information.
There is no biting action.
I temporarily forgot that she was a little zombie and played with her. Occasionally, I would tell her what it was and how to pronounce the word.
Fuchen is like a child trying to help find a sense of presence, sitting in the crowd.
Rourou was still attentive and noticed the disappearance of the big zombie.
He stood up, looked up and down in the room, and asked Fuchen, "Where is your dad?"
Fuchen was stunned for a while, his pupils suddenly relaxed and his mouth opened wide.
Nope.
You won’t play with fire anymore!
Fuchen immediately stood up and said, "Cat zombie!" He called the cat zombie.
A cat jumped out of the house and stood on the balcony window, looking at the dust with blue eyes.
Fuchen ran over, climbed over the balcony, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The five people looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.
Are you so enamored of your father?
Rourou thought about how zombies, big and small, interact with each other, and added new experience in getting along with them. Without thinking too much, she continued to search for useful information.
Fuchen chased the cat zombie all the way to the street.
Fortunately, the big zombie has no brains and is wandering around the city without catching fire.
In the rainy late summer and early autumn, there were no sparks at all.
When Fuchen saw the shadow of the big zombie, his blood surged and he punched and kicked the big zombie.
The big zombie took two steps back and jumped up and down with his hands to beat himself up.
There was no expression on his face and he didn't look like a living person.
Action without forgetting to help.
Fuchen stared at him with blank eyes, looking from bottom to top, but his momentum was not lost at all.
The big zombie stood there, showing no reaction.
She looked like a dying old lady, playful and stubborn, and not daring to do anything to her precious grandson.
