"Pa", a box of instant noodles was thrown on the ground again. The corner next to it was already filled with all kinds of food brought out from the cleaned rooms. Even the bucket installed on the water dispenser was conveniently taken by Lin Zifeng.
He brought five or six buckets back. Even the empty bottles were filled with water.
After cleaning up the zombies in the building, Lin Zifeng rested for a while and then began to be as busy as moving ants, moving all the useful things he could find into his house one after another.
Food, water, clothes, medicines, and even a bundle of ropes that he found in an unknown corner were all taken back to his house as if they were treasures. "Uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters, I'm sorry, you know what Izumi
Don't blame me for taking your stuff, it's a waste anyway, why don't you give it to me to use." He murmured in his mouth, and kept moving his hands, stuffing the chewing gum from the pocket of a headless zombie into his own pocket.
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The search was almost done. Lin Zifeng looked at the empty stairs, thinking about the rooms downstairs with closed doors and no one knew what was going on inside, and the zombies still bumping into each other in the basement. He felt a little uneasy. After thinking about it,
He ran downstairs and found some chairs, tied them together with ropes and blocked the stairs leading up. "You can rest peacefully now, and you can move them away when you go down." Lin Zifeng clapped his hands.
dust, and closed the door with a "snap".
When he returned to the bedroom, he suddenly felt uncontrollable fatigue welling up, and then fell on the bed. His heart, which had been tense since the night, finally had time to relax for a while. "No.
I know how my parents are doing now, and the gardener is smart and should be fine." He muttered a few words, then closed his eyes and gradually lost consciousness.
When Lin Zifeng woke up again, it was already afternoon, and the warm sunlight slanted on the window, and it seemed that it was still as warm as before.
The room was very quiet, and he could vaguely hear the calls of unknown birds, which made him wonder if he had had a dream. Lin Zifeng stretched out his hand and touched the long knife placed next to him. The cold and hard scabbard made the previous scene happen again.
The man at the opposite door, the couple eating their child, the roaring figure in the basement, these corpses that should have been dead but are still alive all appeared in front of my eyes. Everything was a real reality, not a dream.
People are always like this, no matter how strong they are, when what happens in front of them exceeds the limit of thinking, everyone will subconsciously escape and try to deny the fact that it has happened.
Lin Zifeng didn't even want to open his eyes, as if he could return to this bloody reality later by lying down for a while. "Gululu", the hunger in his belly refused to let up, and it reminded him from time to time that it was time to get up and eat something.
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Several packages of biscuits and four ham sausages were soon left with only broken packages, and a bottle of 500ml mineral water was also bottomed out. Lin Zifeng burped and leaned back on the sofa. After eating and drinking enough,
He gradually began to think about an imminent question, what should he do next?
To be fair, as a good young man who has received a normal education since childhood, the most important thing to do at this moment is to wait for the government's rescue. Although the corpse downstairs may indicate some bad things, the power of the government should not be so easy to control.
Being defeated by the virus, they must be a group that can gather strength relatively easily compared to ordinary people. The only thing that needs to be considered may be how long they need to persist.
Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng began to count the supplies he had, mainly food and water. Looking at the bottles and jars filled with appetite, and several large buckets full of pure water, he roughly estimated that it would be enough for him to live for at least a week.
But what if, after a week, all the supplies are used up and the ideal rescue does not come?
His thoughts began to get confused, which gave him a headache. He couldn't sit still and wait for death. He picked up his mobile phone and started checking the network again. He found that there was still no signal. He slid the menu left and right, and Lin Zifeng suddenly saw the radio icon. Radio! That's right.
, even if there is no Internet at this time, communication tools such as radio stations can still operate. Maybe some news has been released!
He excitedly turned on the radio, only to find that most of the channels were just messy noises. He patiently switched through them one by one, and finally heard the sound of a normal broadcast.
"Zi~Everyone~Zi", Lin Zifeng immediately stopped moving and listened carefully to this hard-earned broadcast. "Dear citizens, this is the Zhiz City Radio Station. Citizens who heard this broadcast, Zizi
~Stay at home as much as possible and wait for the government to take action. After seven days, gather at Tianma Square in front of the city hall to evacuate~" The sweet female voice mixed with the sound of electricity from time to time conveyed a message that made Lin Zifeng extremely excited. The government is indeed gathering strength.
The rescue was ready, but when was this broadcast? He quickly listened carefully and found that the broadcast time at the end was actually two days ago! And the body in the white protective suit downstairs didn't mean that the rescue had already arrived!
Lin Zifeng realized that the rescue where he lived had failed, and as of today, there seemed to be no sign of a second rescue. What should he do? According to what was said on the radio, four days from today it would be time to gather for evacuation.
, do you want to go to Tianma Square by yourself through these dense zombies?
The reality is always like this. Most of the time, everyone does not have the right to choose. The only thing we can do is to be forced to follow every path that has been chosen.
There seemed to be no other way. Lin Zifeng lowered his head with a bitter look on his face, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it. The spicy smell of smoke went straight down his throat and into his nose, making him unable to help lowering his head and coughing. "Yes.
I don’t know why so many people smoke this thing. Isn’t it said that it can relieve their worries?” Lin Zifeng whispered. His childhood education with sticks made him have nothing to do with things like cigarettes. The pack in his hand also came from San.
The smoke that came from the house downstairs gradually gave him an inexplicable sense of relaxation. He smoked puff after puff until the burnt cigarette butt burned his fingers, and he finally recovered.
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Then wait for him for a few more days. If no one comes on the fourth day, just go to Tianma Square by yourself. Lin Zifeng stood up and walked to the window. The sunlight shone on his sharply angular profile, squinting his eyes slightly.
Quietly looking at the zombies walking aimlessly below.
