"I really want to go back and be my city lord." Heishui lay comfortably on the car seat.
"I can send you back." Fang Tian said, "Go back and be your dog city lord."
"Forget it. It's better to take the risk with you."
After the car had been driving for half an hour, the intercom rang, and it had already left the signal shielding range.
"I'm a little surprised to be able to contact you again." It was the same person from before, the same damn voice.
"So you are out of danger."
"Isn't this nonsense?" Fang Tian said to him.
"I have recognized your strength, so come and save me."
"Don't say it so naturally. Why the hell should I save you?" Fang Tian couldn't stand his natural tone.
"I will repay you."
"How can you repay me and say thank you?"
"I have all kinds of supplies."
"unnecessary."
"Technological weapons."
"unnecessary."
"And survival knowledge."
"Knowledge?" Fang Tian was stunned: "What can knowledge do? Survival depends on strength." He believed that survival depends on his own strong strength.
"Idiot." The man said calmly: "Knowledge can make your life easier."
"Do you know how many types of tyrants there are and where they are located?"
“Do you know where the best places to get supplies are?”
"Do you know how to plan a route to avoid zombies?"
"Do you know how to maximize the resources of the Sky Monument?"
"You know..."
…
The man asked a series of questions, which made Fang Tian's head spin. Thinking about it carefully, what he said makes sense. He can survive now. To put it bluntly, he is reckless. He doesn't understand anything because he has been reckless all the way.
If you know more about survival, you will live longer.
"Okay, you succeeded in convincing me that knowledge is indeed important." He is not a hard-tongued person.
"Come and save me."
"You must know all this knowledge?" Fang Tian also had doubts in his mind.
"These are common sense and have no technical content. You will understand them after a little research."
After a little research...this guy sounds crazy, so he is either pretending or he is really capable.
His curiosity was aroused and he decided to meet this person.
"What do you call it?" he asked.
"Nan Ming." The man said.
"I am Fang Tian."
"I am Heishui." Heishui stepped forward and said.
"Huh?" Nan Ming's tone fluctuated for the first time: "Is there someone else next to you?"
"No, with your personality it's hard to have companions."
You should have a companion with you, right? Fang Tian retorted in his heart.
"So, I think the one who spoke should be your dog, although this is really unbelievable." Nan Ming still had a calm tone, showing no incredulity at all.
Fang Tian and Heishui looked at each other and guessed it? Who would have thought that dogs could talk?
"Is it that dog?" Nan Ming continued.
"Yes, that's me." Heishui said.
"How did you talk?"
"Drank a woman's blood." Heishui said.
"The blood of a woman? What are her characteristics?"
"It seems to be an evolver."
"Well, is there anything else?"
"It seems," Heishui thought for a while: "You will be able to talk after sleeping under a tree."
"What tree is it?"
"Can you two do it?" Fang Tian was a little helpless: "I'm still here, can we meet and chat later?"
Heishui shut his mouth obediently.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come over."
"Let's make an agreement first. If it's too dangerous, I will retreat and give up rescuing you." Fang Tian didn't want to involve himself.
"Don't worry, there is no danger to you."
"I'll tell you the route." Nan Ming said, "Keep walking forward. According to your speed, you will see a bombed ruins in 20 minutes. Contact me then."
"I'm going to go get busy. I'll talk to you when you arrive."
Fang Tian put down the walkie-talkie angrily: "Damn it, I will hang up before him next time."
"Childish." Heishui mocked.
"What do you know! This is called initiative. I have never seen a human make a phone call. Who hangs up first is very important."
20 minutes later, he encountered a ruins. The buildings collapsed, the weeds and trees were gone, everything was scorched, and it looked like it had been intensively bombed.
Are zombies worth this level of weaponry, or are there other reasons?
"Is Nan Ming here?" He picked up the walkie-talkie: "I'm already here."
"Okay, I'll open the way for you." Nan Ming's voice came from the intercom.
Then, a siren suddenly sounded. The loudness of the sound startled him. He looked around and saw that it was the sound coming from a building not far away, with a warning light shining on the top.
Countless zombies were attracted by the sound, and a dark group ran towards the target.
"You see, I'm right here, come on."
"F*ck." Fang Tian said in a somewhat excited tone: "As for you, just tell me the location. The zombies are all gone now."
"Idiot, you just lured the zombies here." Nan Ming said, "I'll tell you the secret passage, it's smooth all the way, okay?"
Well...that's what happened.
"Then tell me." Fang Tian was a little embarrassed.
He then drove left and right under Nan Ming's guidance, constantly changing directions, and approached the building 10 minutes later. He did not encounter a large number of zombies on the road, and the occasional few would not have any impact.
It was a stadium, shaped like the Bird's Nest before the restart day, with high walls on all sides. Looking at the zombies blocked by the high walls, he understood why Nan Ming was so unscrupulous.
Through a secret door, he entered the interior and found that it was not a stadium, but a laboratory.
The place was brightly lit and filled with all kinds of mechanical equipment that he didn't recognize, some of which were still functioning normally and humming.
There is electricity! Nowadays, electricity can only be generated through generators, which require gasoline. Gasoline is a scarce resource. What people lack is not electricity, but gasoline.
What a luxury.
Go to the second floor through the elevator and enter the lobby. There is a young man who is manipulating the equipment in his hand and performing some kind of complicated operation.
He is thin, about 180cm tall, with thick black hair, and fair and slender hands for controlling instruments. Fang Tian's first reaction was that these hands would be very suitable for playing the piano.
He turned a blind eye to Fang Tian and Heishui, focusing all his energy on his hands. Fang Tian did not dare to disturb him for a while, and could only look around curiously.
There were countless bookshelves in the hall, densely packed with books, various experimental utensils and operating tools that he had only seen in movies, and some glass bottles with different parts of the human body soaked in them.
He is a scientific madman. This is Fang Tian's first impression of Nan Ming.
"Failed again." Nan Ming put down the tools in his hands, and there was no sense of failure on his face.
He looked at Fang Tian and Heishui, with more eyes falling on Heishui's body, and said, "You are here."
Heishui was a little frightened by his gaze, and kept retreating and hiding behind Fang Tian.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, although I really want to dissect you myself." Nan Ming said calmly.