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Text Chapter 453 The beauty farming in the zoo

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    The young Zhizhi's eyes narrowed: "It's so courageous. It's not common for a living person to dare to drive a car into the tide of corpses."

    He neatly raised the Bayi Bar in his hand, loaded it with a clatter, raised his shoulder, and leveled his head, aiming steadily at Dongfeng Dolica, which was getting closer and closer.

    The Dolica's engine roared, and large plumes of black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe. It drove closer and slower, and drove slower and slower.

    The young Zhizi stood in the middle of the road holding the gun. The muzzle did not tremble at all. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters. The finger of the young Zhizi had already pressed the trigger. He pressed it lightly and just clicked his finger.  , the metal jet will be ejected.

    The Dongfeng Dolica suddenly turned. For some unknown reason, the driver inside turned the steering wheel violently when he was only about 20 meters away from the young intellectual corpse. The truck hit the railing of the driveway, making a harsh scratch.  The sound, the sound of tires grinding, the roar of the engine - stopped.

    The young Zhizhi was a little confused. Why did the driver in the car suddenly change direction?  His curiosity aroused, and he immediately ordered the large group of zombies who had swarmed over the car to leave the vehicle.

    Although the delicious food comes first, the orders of the Zhizhi cannot be disobeyed, and the zombies retreat obediently.  In fact, this scene is not uncommon among zombies. Often a large number of zombies and survivors fight until corpses are scattered all over the ground, with their heads rolling around. After finally winning, the smart zombies hiding behind will come out and drive away the zombies.  , enjoying the hot blood and meat of the survivors. After the zombies were full, the zombies swarmed up and grabbed the leftovers.

    This is just the zombie version "given to me by my brothers".

    This is normal, this is really normal, because it is by relying on the intelligent zombies to hide in the safe rear and command that the idiot zombies have the opportunity to deal with the increasingly difficult survivors. Otherwise, they will not even have a bone.  Can't chew it.

    "Those who work hard will cure people, that's not right - those who work hard will cure the corpse, and those who work hard will cure the corpse. For five thousand years, all kinds of doctrines at home and abroad, both ancient and modern, have led to the end of the world."  This is always the case.

    The young zombie ordered one of his gunner zombies to open the car door.

    The gunman zombie fiddled with it clumsily for a long time, but the door was still locked tightly. The young zombie ordered it to smash the car window. The gunman used the semi-automatic rifle in his hand as a fire stick and smashed the car window glass.  Broken.

    After struggling for so long, the driver in the truck was stunned and there was no movement at all.

    The young smart zombie ordered the gunman zombie to reach in through the broken car window and open the door lock with his backhand - this action was too complicated and precise, and the gunman zombie couldn't open it no matter what.

    The young wise man cursed and cautiously poked his head towards the car door - there was a person in the driver's seat.  His entire upper body was lying on the steering wheel, as if he was unconscious.

    The young intellectual corpse opened the car door and watched the driver step on the accelerator and the clutch. It seemed that he was in a state of confusion and didn't know whether to speed up or slow down. He stepped on the clutch and gas in a daze.  , causing the Dongfeng Dolica's exhaust pipe to spray a large amount of incompletely burned black smoke, but the speed became slower and slower, and finally fell unconscious on the steering wheel.  He took a wrong direction again and hit the guardrail.

    The young Zhizhi armed himself with a gun.  The driver was dragged from his seat to the road, and the gunman zombies around him greedily surrounded him. The strong smell of blood emanating from the driver's body gave them great temptation.

    The young intellectual zombie pushed away a gunman zombie that almost drooled on the driver: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, you foodies."

    The young Zhizhi lowered his head and looked carefully at the driver lying on the ground. There was a wound on his abdomen.  It was very long, there was a lot of blood loss, and there were cuts on the fingers.  But it was bandaged - the young Zhizhi untied the gauze and found that one of his fingers was broken and cut with a sharp weapon.  In short, none of the injuries on the driver's body were caused by zombies.

    "Like can kill each other." The young wise corpse nodded: "I like this the most. We don't need to do anything. The human race can also destroy itself."

    The young intellectual zombie stood up and directed the salivating gunman zombies around him to eat the driver as a snack. Just as the gunman zombies swarmed up and began to tear the driver's clothes, the driver lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and frantically  He roared: "Wang Lu, I'm going to fuck your eighteenth generation ancestor!" He tilted his head and passed out again.

    The young Zhizhi was startled, and suddenly took action, pushing and beating the gunmen and zombies away. He leaned on his waist and carefully looked at the driver on the ground again: "Wang Lu, this guy is calling Wang Lu, but I don't know him.  Ah. Interesting, could it be that another person named Wang Lu had a deep hatred for him? Well, that should be the case."

    "Interesting and interesting. My name is Wang Lu, and I am what they call a wise corpse, and his enemy is also called Wang Lu. Although they are the same kind, his hatred is as high as the sky. If I, the wise corpse Wang Lu, save him, he will recover after he recovers.  , most want to kill?Is it me, the intelligent corpse Wang Lu, or the other living person Wang Lu?  "

    "It's fun, it's fun. I can't miss such a fun thing."

    The young Zhizhi Wang Lu murmured to himself while groping for the wounds on the driver's body: "Well, the injuries on the fingers can be ignored. Although the wounds on the abdomen look scary, they are not deep. As long as the bleeding is stopped, there will be no  The big problem is, it seems that this guy is just trying to escape and doesn¡¯t even have time to apply a superficial bandage. The Wang Lu he talks about seems to make him very scared."

    Wang Lu raised her head, looked at the packed trunk, got into the car, tossed around, and exclaimed: "There are indeed medicines."

    Wang Lu got out of the car, sprinkled medicine on the driver's abdominal wound, wrapped it with gauze, and then patted his face: "Boy, whether you can survive or not depends on your luck. Hey, I'm looking forward to seeing you and that one  What¡¯s the future story of the living Wang Lu?¡±

    Wang Lu directed the gunmen and zombies to lift the driver into the back compartment, and then sat in the front of the car and fiddled with it for a while. The Dongfeng Dolica was thick and thick-skinned. In the impact just now, except for the bumper on the front of the car being a little skewed, there was no major problem. Zhizhiwang  Lu quickly restarted the truck and drove forward.  But there were too many zombies walking along the road, and it was useless for Wang Lu, the Zhizhi Wang Lu, to honk his horn wildly, so he had to move forward slowly.

    Fortunately, the place where Zhizhi Wang Lu wanted to go was not far away. Dongfeng Dolica drove slowly for 3 or 4 kilometers and stopped in front of a huge building with a squeaking sound.

    Wang Lu, the wise corpse, raised her head, squinted her eyes and looked at the big words on the doorway that reflected the sun - "Younger Zoo", scratched her head: "Oh, today is indeed a good weather to chat with the neighbors."

    Wang Lu, the smart zombie, got out of the car first and headed towards the zoo. The gunman zombie behind him followed closely behind, carrying the still unconscious driver on his back.

    In the zoo.  The wise man in Youngor's suit is supervising the work of the zombies.

    That¡¯s right.  Work.

    ??????????????????????? Farming.

    Holding a broom handle, mop, and flower hoe, scratch in the mud at the zoo.

    The zoo is large enough, with more than 1,900 acres of land comparable to a small town, and even has its own hills and lakes.

    There are large tracts of open space for zombies to farm.

    The man's wisdom corpse does not understand what the farm is.

    "However, since Feng Zhenzhen ordered farming, it must be planted.

    As for how to plant and what to plant.  It doesn't matter what kind you use.

    As a result, the zombies were scratching with brooms and mops randomly across the entire land covered with withered weeds.

    ???????? Nothing but dust.

    There is a lake in the center of the zoo, which is the waterfowl area. They were originally free-range. Therefore, after the biochemical apocalypse, animals in captivity and cages did not die because they were not fed for a long time, or even became zombies of the zookeeper.  Food in the belly.  The swans, teal ducks, wild geese, red-crowned cranes and gray cranes are all alive and well, and there is food everywhere in the surrounding fields.  Except for water zombies, there are almost no enemies. Even water zombies that can only swim to deep water and walk on the bottom of the lake cannot catch them.

    A few wild geese swam close to the shore, attracting the attention of the zombies who were farming. Feng Zhenzhen finally remembered that farming should be close to the water.  There are two zombies who cannot resist the attraction of live food.  He threw down the mop in his hand and rushed over. When they rushed into the lake with splashes of water, the geese were already flapping their wings.  It squawked and flew away.

    The wise man in Youngor's suit rushed over - but instead of catching the wild geese, he caught two zombies that were still flopping around by the lake.

    Feng Zhenzhen ordered repeatedly that no live food was allowed, but these two zombies still violated the rules.

    The youngor smart zombie in suit roared a series of times at the two zombies. Feeling the strong brain waves emitted by the smart zombie, the two zombies returned to the "field" honestly, picked up the mop, and started farming again.

    The Youngor man in a suit turned to look at the Wanghulou restaurant. Feng Zhenzhen lived there. However, Feng Zhenzhen was very bad, very bad, because every once in a while, she would completely lose her memory. Whenever this happened, her brain would  The radio waves will be very chaotic and violent, and the zombies and zombies who sense her frantic news will run around in the zoo until Feng Zhenzhen gradually calms down.

    Feng Zhenzhen¡¯s intermittent memory loss also has a sequelae, that is, the orders she issues to her zombies and zombies are often confusing and reversed.  As for farming, Feng Zhenzhen has not taught the zombies and zombies the correct method yet - well, to be precise, even Feng Zhenzhen himself has not remembered what farming is all about.  Even when she and Feng Hai lived together, the two of them never talked about farming - if they wanted to eat, they would go to the other side.Just go to the supermarket in ? to get instant noodles.

    In the past few days, Feng Zhenzhen has fallen into a deep sleep again, and the Younger man in a suit is waiting for his master to awaken again.

    "The weather is nice today." A voice loudly greeted the young man in a suit.

    As soon as Youngor¡¯s male wise corpse in suit turned around, it immediately sensed the aura of a powerful wise corpse. This power was not inferior to Feng Zhenzhen, no, it should be stronger than its owner Feng Zhenzhen!

    The youngor man in a suit bowed respectfully to the owner of the voice - Wang Lu.

    Wang Lu looked at the movements of Younger's smart man in suit playfully: "Not bad, not bad, the movements are quite standard. It seems that the level of IQ awakening is quite high. Hello, where is your master?"

    The Youngor man in a suit pointed at the small restaurant building by the lake.

    Wang Lu did not run away, however. He looked up and down at the wise man in Youngor's suit: "Well, although I haven't recovered my language skills yet, I can already understand most of the vocabulary. Oh, I'm really curious. There is such a thing  Subordinate, how smart is that master?"

    Wang Lu walked towards the restaurant with her long legs in shorts. The young man in a suit obviously hesitated.  Then it waved its hand, and several strong and armed zombies immediately emerged from the group of zombies farming. Following it, they hurriedly caught up with Wang Lu.

    Wang Lu is even more curious about her neighbors. There is no such thing as "hostility" between zombies and zombies, but the Younger suit male zombie is obviously on guard against itself, which shows its loyalty to its master.  , and secondly, it also shows that the youngor smart man in suit already understands what "vigilance" means.  Strange, has it ever seen its master being attacked by other zombies? This is so rare!

    Wang Lu didn¡¯t know that Youngor¡¯s smart zombie in suit had only witnessed other smart zombies ¡°betraying¡± Feng Zhenzhen before, so it had lost its natural trust in zombies and smart zombies.

    Wang Lu walked in the front, followed by Younger's suit male smart zombie and farmer's smart zombie, and the gunman zombie followed behind with Log No. 1 on his back.  This strange team arrived in front of the restaurant. The restaurant has two floors. The second floor is the office area and staff dormitories.  Just as Wang Lu was about to go upstairs, he suddenly felt a chaotic and violent aura rushing down from the stairs. He frowned and immediately quickened his pace.  Behind him, including the smart zombies from Younger's suit, the smart zombies were all spinning around, and Feng Zhenzhen's brain waves impacted them as violently as a tsunami.

    Feng Zhenzhen opened his eyes.  She felt that she was covered in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.  The sun outside the window was so bright that she couldn't help but squint her eyes. Several birds were chirping and flying by. However, none of this aroused the slightest interest in Feng Zhenzhen. She sat blankly on the bedside and looked around at the facilities in the room.  , murmured: "Where is this? Why am I here? Who am I?"

    "This question is really hard to answer. Because I was just about to ask who you are." A lazy voice sounded at the door.

    The door was gently pushed open.  A young man with a lazy smile on his face stood at the door. Who else was he if it wasn't Wang Lu?

    Feng Zhenzhen¡¯s response was quick and simple.  She quickly took out a pistol from under the pillow, stood up straight, raised the gun, and aimed

    Wang Lu raised her hands: "Hey, hey, beauty, the toy in your hand is very dangerous, please don't point it at people."

    Feng Zhenzhen put down the gun in her hand, not because she believed the man in front of her, but because she felt the same aura as hers.

    He is the same kind.

    "Who are you?" Feng Zhenzhen asked, then paused and said, "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"

    Wang Lu touched her nose: "This topic is not as long as my mother's, but before I answer your question, could I trouble you to put on some clothes?"

    "Clothes?" Feng Zhenzhen lowered her head. She was naked, and her beautiful chest stood proudly in the cold wind.

    Wang Lu walked into the room talking to herself, opened a closet door, and came out with a set of clothes: "Well, these are the clothes, put them on."

    Feng Zhenzhen took the clothes and originally wanted to ask this kind of person how to wear them, but as soon as her hands touched the clothes, memories came naturally to her, but she hesitated for a moment. There should be something else, something very important, that she needed to wear.  superior.

    Feng Zhenzhen rummaged around the room naked for a while, and finally found what he wanted, a pack of sanitary napkins.  A woman is only a real woman when she wears a sanitary napkin.

    Wang Lu next to her widened her eyes and muttered: "You are a smart corpse, why do you need sanitary napkins? My God, have you recovered the physiological ability of menstruation? No, no, no, you are naked, I see  Be clear, ?There was no aunt here at all.  Forget it, every smart zombie has some strange hobbies, which are brought over from their memories when they were alive. If you like sanitary napkins, just wear them, just think of it as wearing an extra pair of underwear.  "

    Feng Zhenzhen ignored Wang Lu¡¯s nagging, went into the bathroom next to her, and changed her clothes.

    Wang Lu stared at the frosted glass door of the bathroom and suddenly sighed: "She is so beautiful. She must be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Ah ah ah, it is so painful not to recover that ability. Otherwise, I really want to  Do something you love with this beauty.¡±

    What Wang Lu casually carried to Feng Zhenzhen was a cheongsam, a uniform commonly worn by waiters in restaurants. The style was not complicated. Feng Zhenzhen quickly put it on, but because there was no underwear, the thin silk could not hide the tightness on Feng Zhenzhen's chest.  Two bumps.

    Feng Zhenzhen walked out of the bathroom and sat generously opposite Wang Lu. On a cold day, two people - no, two zombies, one wearing shorts and a T-shirt, the other wearing a silk cheongsam, had a historic meeting.

    "Who am I?" Feng Zhenzhen asked the same question as soon as he opened his mouth.

    Wang Lu crossed her legs and swayed, deliberately darting her eyes around the prominent point on Feng Zhenzhen's chest, but Feng Zhenzhen was not moved at all, and just stared at him seriously, like a person waiting for the teacher to tell him the standard answer.  good student.

    Wang Lu sighed, most of the fun of teasing a beautiful woman is watching her shyness and anger. Feng Zhenzhen doesn't care about his peeping at all, so that's not fun.

    He put down his dangling long legs and said seriously: "Generally speaking, intellectual corpses like you who have not fully recovered their memories and have staged amnesia from time to time will prepare something around them to remind themselves of their previous memories. You can  Look for it."

    Feng Zhenzhen immediately started searching in the room, and she quickly found a pair of jeans thrown under the bed, with a carefully folded note in the back pocket.

    Feng Zhenzhen opened it gently and said silently: "I am Feng Zhenzhen"

    The words on the note are a bit messy, some have obviously been altered, and some have been hastily added with pens of different colors.  But Feng Zhenzhen finally understood who he was, where he came from, and how he got to this zoo.

    But, do you really know who you are?

    Judging from the note, Feng Zhenzhen¡¯s memory is very short, not even a year.  Who was I before this?

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