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Chapter 46: Living people!

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    At 12 noon, Wang Lu turned on the power of the walkie-talkie.

    "The Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, I am the Yellow River, I am the Yellow River. Over."

    "Yellow River, Yellow River, I am the Yangtze River, I am the Yangtze River. Over."

    "Everything is safe in the Yangtze River, Yangtze River, and Yellow River. Over."

    "The Yellow River, the Yellow River, and the Yangtze River are also safe. Over. By the way, don't forget to take your things up the mountain according to the note I gave you. Over. It's really over this time."

    This messy phone conversation was between Wang Lu and Chen Wei.

    When Wang Lu was a child, he watched "Reconnaissance across the River" and always envied the telegraph operator in it. He and his friends would play war games in Xiangyang Courtyard, and they would always stick a bamboo pole in the collar of his back and hold a red brick in his hand, just like a telegraph operator.  , shouting "Yangtze River and Yellow River" indiscriminately.

    This little thought, of course, disappeared in the later era of mobile phones. Instead, now, after feeling stupid for a while, I agreed that the names of myself and Chen Wei would be "Yangtze River" and "Yellow River" respectively. This is a happy childhood.  dream.

    After stuffing the walkie-talkie into his camouflage vest, Wang Lu took out another small note.

    On it was scrawled in pencil:

    Toothpaste, soap, washing powder, toilet paper, sanitary napkins, size 35 women's flat shoes, socks, mosquito coils, ginger

    There are all kinds of things, all kinds of things.

    Wang Lu touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

    Chen Wei is a girly girl. When her husband is born, she just goes shopping in the supermarket.

    I am killing zombies, okay?

    "Other things are easy to say, where can I find this ginger?"

    The ginger used by farmers for their own use has long since become moldy if kept for such a long time.

    It has only been a few days of peaceful life, and I actually remembered to add ginger to the stir-fry.

    ¡°Hmm, this also shows that I have given my family a solid sense of security.

    What a great straight man.

    Wang Lu boasted about himself, stuffed the note again, sorted out his equipment, carried a crossbow in one hand, a beast clip in the other, and a woodcutter stuck in his waist - he had already taken it back from the zombie next to the iron pulley, and hung it around his neck.  Holding the telescope, he strode towards the town.

    The most old-fashioned method is always the most effective method.

    Throw blood stones tied with fishing lines from a distance to lure zombies to chase them until they reach the animal trap.

    Wang Lu is already familiar with this method.

    The stretch of street in front of him, from the entrance of the town to the vegetable market at the corner, has been almost completely cleared of zombies by Wang Lu using this method of fishing for stones.

    There is only one left.

    This zombie has been wandering around a pharmacy.

    The door of the drugstore is not a glass door, but a plastic curtain door, which is commonly used in summer. One end protects the cold wind from the air conditioner inside, and the other end blocks the heat wave from the street outside, and it is also convenient for customers to enter and exit.

    This humble plastic curtain door brought unexpected obstacles to Wang Lu today.

    "Pop, pa", after several sounds, the stones hit the plastic curtain, rolled down the steps, and did not enter the door.

    The zombies in the pharmacy were wandering around unmoved.

    Wang Lu tried throwing it a few more times, but it still didn't work. The stone was too light, unless he changed it to a brick.

    It¡¯s too heavy and it¡¯s inconvenient to pull up the fishing line.

    Wang Lu was a little anxious.

    He took back the stone, turned around, and kicked the animal trap that had been opened and placed next to his feet.

    Wang Lu didn¡¯t hesitate anymore.

    He raised his hand and yelled at the zombies in the pharmacy: "Hey!"

    This sound seemed suddenly loud in the street that had been quiet for so long.

    The zombie turned around suddenly.

    Wang Lu stood firmly on the spot: "Come here! Come here! You piece of shit, bastard, 13 o'clock psychopath, stupid bitch, Xipi took off the bottom of the tea basket-"

    Wang Lu cheerfully cursed zombies in various dialects with a southern and northern accent, even the old dialect of Yonggang City, "tea basket with a bottom".

    This zombie is originally from Ningbo and Hong Kong, so he should understand this dialect, right?

    It seems that I understand.

    The zombies crashed out of the pharmacy and stumbled towards Wang Lu.

    Wang Lu was still standing upright, and the various dialect curse words in his mouth were also accented, which was like "nunchaku".

    The zombie suddenly waved its arm.

    Qiang, an extremely familiar voice sounded.

    The zombie¡¯s leg was bitten by the animal trap, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

    Wang LuRaise the crossbow in your hand.

    One buckle.

    It¡¯s all that simple.

    Although he complained about the useless crossbow that day, Wang Lu did not abandon it and replaced it with the woodcutter he had picked up again.  .

    ¡°After all, this guy is still timid.

    Just stay as far away from zombies as possible.

    Therefore, the woodcutter is the last weapon used for self-defense.

    ??To kill zombies, you still use the "last three" method of using a stone beast with a crossbow arrow.

    Wang Lu whistled easily as he took out the arrow from the zombie's head.

    This street has been cleaned up, and at least 40 zombies died under his own hands.

    The scope of the ¡°green zone¡± is getting larger and larger.

    Wang Lu¡¯s mentality is no longer like the first time he stepped into Yinjiang Town. He was always frightened. Every time he took a step, he was afraid that zombies would suddenly jump out of the house next to him.

    Wang Lu walked into the drugstore where the zombies were staying just now and took a look around. This is a happy and affordable drugstore. The store is not big, just the size of a 24-hour street store.

    Wang Lu rummaged through the medicines on the shelves, found some common cold and diarrhea antipyretics and put them away. He also dug out a few bottles of alcohol, red potion, violet potion, cotton swabs, gauze, etc., and put them in a glass cabinet against the wall.  , and also found something good - a few small bottles of Yunnan Baiyao.  Before leaving the house, Wang Lu took out two more mercury thermometers.

    After leaving the drugstore, Wang Lu suddenly thought of the Xinmeixin Western Pastry Shop next door.

    Walking into the pastry shop, there were two vertical glass freezers on the left hand side, which contained cakes. Wang Lu didn't even look at them. The cakes must have been broken a long time ago. He looked through the pastry shelves on the right.  After digging around, the bread - moldy, and the butter sandwich biscuits - were inedible, but I found five packages of cookies.

    Wang Lu opened the cookie packaging bag and sniffed it, and a scent came to his nostrils. It was not bad, it was fine.  Also, non-vacuum packaged cookies in supermarkets have a shelf life of one year.

    Wang Lu put away the cookies and went to the operation room at the back to take a look.

    There are only a few moldy cake bodies. In today¡¯s Western pastry shops, the operating table is only used for mounting cakes, and there is no need to bake and make cake bodies on the spot.  Wang Lu's hope of finding a few bags of flour was in vain.

    " However, being able to bring back cookies will make Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an happy for a few days.

    Wang Lu whistled softly and walked out of the pastry shop.

    As soon as I walked onto the street, a voice suddenly sounded, very weak and hoarse, "Master, master."

    The hairs all over Wang Lu¡¯s body stood up.

    It was broad daylight and the sun was high, but Wang Lu thought he had seen a ghost!

    How long has it been since I met a living person?

    ¡°I have been wandering around Yinjiang Town for such a long time, and apart from the old man who committed suicide when I first entered the town, I have never met a real dead person.

    But now, someone is calling me!

    Wang Lu raised his crossbow with his backhand: "Who? Who?! Come out."

    "Master, master." The weak voice was still calling.

    Wang Lu heard it clearly this time, the sound came from above his head.

    He looked up and saw that in a two-story building across the street, the window had been opened at some point. A woman with long hair was standing behind the window sill, calling in a low voice, "Master, master."

    Wang Lu exhaled heavily, he was a living person!
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