A world where living corpses and alien beasts are rampant can change many things.
For example, born out of the worship of gods two hundred years ago, the vast majority of New Age humans, including awakened people and mutants, believe in death.
Human beings infected by living corpses will stand up again after a day and night of death. Of course, they will no longer be human beings at that time, and their "death" is not real death.
Death should be a return to peace, dust to dust to dust.
Rather than stand up again and become a bloodthirsty, white-eyed devil who doesn't recognize his relatives.
Lin Chou is not a believer, but he still has a necklace made of his father's ninth vertebrae, which he usually keeps in his chest pocket.
In order to prevent corpses from being raised or simply being used as food by living corpses, Base City implements a strict corpse cremation system. If there are family members who need memorial objects made of the bones of their loved ones, the crematorium will be happy to help, and the price is expensive!
Real "corpse" bones are extremely rare. In the past century, driven by profit, stealing and selling human bones became popular. In order to survive, there were many cases where sons sold the bones of their fathers, and fathers sold the bodies of their sons. This was also the emergence of the cremation system.
One of the reasons.
After the children who were eating left, Lin Chou locked the iron door of the shop and walked out of the alley.
The business profits of small shops are very small, not to mention...
People habitually refer to the divisions of Mingguang Base City as "Shangcheng District" and "Xiaocheng District".
There is a magnificent city wall between the upper city and lower city, with checkpoints. To enter the city, you need to pay a "traffic fee" of 10 circulation points.
Some people in Xiacheng District have to go to Shangcheng District to work every day, and everyone has a special pass in their hands.
There are three types of passes, one is a "point pass" that allows you to enter Shangcheng District for ten hours a day, and the other is a "monthly pass" that is not limited to one month but has a validity of one month. Lin Chou has never seen the last one.
That is the "permanent card" held by the mutants and awakened ones in the upper city. It is bound to the identity card and has the same effect as the "green card" of certain countries before the catastrophe. It is an enviable existence.
Lin Chou holds a "monthly card", which is dark blue and contains information such as name, ID number, and work location.
The place where Lin Chou works is the Mingguang Tactical Training Hall in Shangcheng District. It has a very fancy name, but its actual purpose is equivalent to a high-end club on the eve of the catastrophe. It is a place where a group of idle second-generation children gather to have fun.
Lin Chou is a "serviceman", the kind of job where you have to do everything, and if there are any problems, you get the first job.
I can't say how dangerous it is, but you need to be mentally alert and be prepared.
The reason comes from a basic project of the tactical training hall-the living corpse shooting range.
Since the end of the zombie apocalypse, survivors have never stopped researching and exploring zombies: Are zombies still human? Are they infected or mutated? Can they be cured? If not, is there a treatment for zombies?
Can the virus wipe them all out?
The scientific research institutions in the base city need hundreds of living corpses for sexual experiments every day, and those who have been tested and have no value can be used as waste to a group of parents and elders who are either extremely powerful or amazingly powerful.
Use it as a pastime for the children.
The living corpse shooting range is the most popular reserved item in the tactical training halls of all sizes in the base city. Which training hall has this item on which day is bound to be full. This is also a measure of whether the relationship behind each training hall is hard-working.
The most important indicator.
There is only one way for living corpses to enter the base city, and there is only one way to get living corpses in the base city, and they must go through the process of the base city's scientific research institute.
The scientific research institute's daily "output" is limited, and it is impossible to supply all the training halls in the base city at the same time. So whichever one can support the living corpse shooting range for a long time will naturally develop and grow stronger.
Part of Lin Chou's job is to take over the live corpse experimental subjects escorted from the scientific research institute every afternoon, and either imprison them or transport them directly to the shooting range.
After the shooting range was closed, Lin Chou still had to clean up and was not able to leave until late at night.
No one in Shangcheng would choose to do such a dangerous job.
The wages of orderlies have always been paid on a daily basis, at 40 circulation points per day, which is higher than the wages of ordinary people in Shangcheng District.
Direct contact between the blood, wound exudate and various secretions of living corpses and human body wounds such as eyes and mouth can cause infection, not to mention being bitten or scratched by living corpses.
The living corpses escorted by the scientific research institute had their hands and feet bound with high-strength plastic bracelets, with a tensile resistance of 190 kilograms, and there was basically no precedent for breaking free.
This job requires the cooperation of two people to complete it. In the past six months, Lin Chou has been working with Xia Zhonghui, a big and honest man. His IQ is a little low, but he is strong and willing to work hard.
"Brother Chou!" Xia Zhonghui came over, rubbing the back of his head, "You're late! We had rabbit stewed with potatoes at the shooting range today, it was delicious!"
"I left this for you. It's still hot. Brother Chou, eat it, eat it!"
"I'll be so hungry if you don't eat it... Hiss, it tastes so good!"
"If you don't come, they won't let me take your share. This is what's left in my bowl..."
The big man's eyes were full of reluctance and anticipation. He hesitantly took out the piece of meat from his arms, which was still warm. A plastic bag was placed on it, which looked like half a rabbit leg.
Even after his father passed away, he didn't even shed a single tear. His nose felt like he had been punched in the face by a living corpse, and the tears almost fell from his eyes.
"Brother Chou, why don't you eat? You're crying. Who bullied you? Tell me..."
"Yes," Lin Chou agreed, "I'm full and ready to work. How many have come today?"
While tearing off a few strips of meat with his hands, he chewed it in his mouth, and stuffed the rest into the big man's mouth.
Xia Zhonghui's face suddenly collapsed, "Um... dozens of them!"
I was a little nervous, but I still didn't forget to swallow.
Lin Chou rolled his eyes. Xia Zhonghui's brain could not support him in calculating numbers above ten. For him, "tens" and "dozens" were infinitely parallel.
After looking through the records in the form, Lin Chou confirmed that 43 living corpses were transported to the shooting range today. Two of them had "died normally" during transportation. The remaining 43 all needed to be put into the shooting range and did not need to be "processed".
The so-called treatment is to put cotton gloves on the hands of the living corpse, and seal the mouth with a "biter" and a mask to prevent bites.
"We're going to play something big today? You guys are crazy!" Lin Chou put on gloves and a mask, "Let's get to work, big guy!"
Xia Zhonghui was always a little absent-minded. Hearing this, he walked into the large prison cage, picked up the living corpse that was shackled on a stretcher-like restraint bed, hung it around the neck with a five-meter alloy pole with a noose at the end, untied the restraints, and a large
He kicked roughly into the isolation room.
Lin Chou skillfully used an alloy rod of the same length with a hook-shaped sharp scimitar at the top to cut off the plastic hand and foot buckles on the hands and feet of the living corpse.
The isolation room is only two square meters in size, and is surrounded by steel structures as thick as an arm. After it is closed, there is nothing you can do even if the living corpses go crazy inside.
There are fifty such isolation rooms. After filling all the isolation rooms together with the inventory, Lin Chou said into the intercom, "The living corpses are ready."
The intercom rustled a few times, and a charming and sweet woman's voice said in a long drawl, "Understood, little brother."
Lin Chou smiled bitterly, why is this woman here?
On the other side of the isolation room, you can see an open field with grassland, woods, lakes, hills and cliffs, as well as man-made buildings, several single-family villas and seven-story buildings.
It is several kilometers in diameter and is surrounded by a thick wall up to 11 meters high, with an electric grid covered with sharp spikes hanging from the top of the wall.
After the living corpse shooting range is opened, the switch at the other end of the isolation room where the living corpses are located will automatically open. There will be a smell in the shooting range that can attract the attention of living corpses, and then the living corpses will naturally enter the shooting range.
The loudspeakers placed everywhere in the shooting range sounded in time, "Dear viewers, friends, and warriors who are preparing to enter the living corpse shooting range, today is the grandest festival since the opening of the Mingguang Tactical Training Center. Today, we will
A total of fifty crazy, bloodthirsty living corpses were released into the shooting range, and only ten warriors entered the field! Among them, five were ordinary girls who had never received any training! Look forward to it!"
Behind the separation wall, the terraced seats resembled a stadium before the catastrophe. Waves of cheers and screams erupted like a mountain roar and a tsunami. It was unknown how many people were watching.
"Okay, warriors, please prepare for the entrance first. They are not allowed to wear any weapons except basic protective gear. There are various simulation facilities in the 5.9-square-kilometer venue. As long as you have enough imagination and practical ability, you warriors can
Get any weapons you want! Our warriors not only have to survive, but also protect their beauties and their dignity and pride as men!"
"I think you all know without me reminding you that what comes next is the moment we are most looking forward to and the most nervous. Cheer for the peace of death!"