doomsday disposal game

Chapter 4 Simple and Abnormal Happiness
single-apartment.

No matter how advanced it is, it is not inherently complicated.

Except for the slightly curved entrance hall, there is a straight line between other areas and the bedroom.

Kick open the toilet door with a gun, and you can see the smart toilet, toilet paper, and bucket at a glance.

There was nothing unusual in the translucent shower room opposite the door.

Lin Xiu, who endured the smell of corpses and checked that the metal security door was locked, finally let out a sigh of relief.

The two households are connected.

Master two downward channels whose conditions are unknown but may save lives at critical moments.

In addition, there is another family whose resources are waiting to be collected. Lin Xiu is still hinting to himself that the situation is getting better and he is getting more confident.

5 minutes later.

After getting two safe houses, he took a short rest and opened the refrigerator first like opening a treasure chest.

The upper floor was empty except for two boxes of mango-flavored yogurt.

In the first room on the lower level, there are two frozen freshwater fish. They are so hard that they can probably be hit with a baseball bat a few times.

Unfortunately, Lin Xiu, who only had a small amount of gas and lacked safe drinking water, did not intend to take them away. He patiently browsed down again and successfully found three boxes of Haagen-Dazs.

Brand new and unopened.

One hundred milliliter size.

Two boxes of strawberry flavor and one box of chocolate flavor.

"Very good, no vanilla flavor, all included along with the yogurt."

He quickly swept away this layer, put it into the hiking bag he picked up from the corner, and then indulged in the joy of unpacking it again.

In the kitchen, he successfully found three unopened large red sausages, six bags of barbecued pork sauce, two buckets of instant noodles, and a 1L bottle of mineral water.

On the bedside table, there are half a pack of Gentle Seven Stars, two unused bottles of Durex, and a photo of the couple: a muscular man in a white shirt, holding a pretty young woman in his arms.

Vaguely, Lin Xiu could see that the former was somewhat similar to the zombie lying on the ground with his face blasted by bullets and his head shapeless, while the latter was lying on the aisle at the moment.

Alas, there is no time for him to be sad for spring and autumn.

He stuffed the Seven Stars into his trouser pocket, and after some thought, the Durex, which did not take up much space, was also accepted.

The search continues despite the heat.

It was obvious that this was the apartment rented by the poor woman outside, because the closet was filled with all kinds of underwear and women's clothing, and there were not many things belonging to men. Maybe she let her boyfriend come over to stay once in a while.

Two 10 minutes passed.

After careful searching, Lin Xiu obtained a small amount of cold drinks, snacks, and water resources. He successively obtained three cans of portable gas, half a box of dark chocolate, two packs of salt and pepper shelled peanuts, and a bottle and a half of the sedative-hypnotic drug Zopiclone. Three rolls of strong tape, two flashlights—

It's in excellent condition, but the only drawback is that it's a plug-rechargeable model, not a dry battery model.

Three bottles of beer, squeeze whatever it says on it, anyway, at this juncture, no matter the taste, it can just replenish water and a little energy.

In addition, with Lin Xiu's drinking capacity, let alone such a small amount, he was just tipsy after blowing six bottles, so there was no need to worry about getting into trouble.

The thing that can really be called a surprise is a folding binocular, Nikon brand, which can be easily held with one hand, has a magnification of eight, and an objective lens diameter of 25MM. It is generally used for viewing and watching concerts.

boom!
After confirming that nothing was missing, Lin Xiu walked towards the balcony with a half-full backpack on his back. Before closing the glass door, he smashed a bottle of women's perfume to cover up the smell of the corpse.

Seven forty-five.

After solving the potential threat, I returned to my bachelor apartment and pushed open the glass door to ventilate.

There were some issues that Lin Xiu subconsciously ignored.

For example, the air may be the transmission route of the mysterious virus, or the so-called game world is no different from reality. If you die in it, will the result be reflected in the real body?

to be frank.

It's no use worrying.

The only protective equipment an individual can master is a KN95 mask, which protects against droplets and the like. If you really want to filter out odors, poisonous gases, etc., you must rely on chemical protection equipment.Who would stock up on this stuff?

Be cautious, and Lin Xiu is not too neurotic. If there is airborne infection, then he will wait for the mutation in a down-to-earth manner.

For now, everything is fine.

As for the rules of game failure and the death of the main body, he can only say that do your best and obey fate. Maybe the developer who is like a god has a conscience.

While thinking, he habitually scanned the CCTV again. Lin Xiu, who gradually accepted and adapted to the apocalypse, planned to kill the mutilated female zombie in one go and conduct some experiments along the way.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Slam the door.

With the help of surveillance, it can be clearly seen that the zombies have no reaction.

Push the door out.

The woman, whose legs were broken, her cavity was hollowed out, and her two eyeballs were missing to varying degrees, reacted immediately. She climbed on her white palms and elbows and tried her best to get closer.

Movement speed is extremely slow.

But it still opened its red lips excitedly.

"So, smell is key."

Coming to a rough conclusion, Lin Xiu, who had never been treated so warmly by a strange woman, took two steps back and responded with a baseball bat.

click... click...

After the familiar crunching sound, the zombie turned into a maggot and could only squirm on the ground. The only part that could launch an attack was its teeth, which could not stand up too high.

Then, including the wooden handle, the kitchen knife, which was about thirty centimeters long, trembled and trembled, and then suddenly became sharp and inserted into its temple!

There was black blood oozing out from the edge, but not spattering.

Driven by desire, the body that was still squirming immediately stopped moving.

"Headshot means death, further confirmation."

Lin Xiu, who was wearing protective gloves, murmured and then pulled out the kitchen knife.

Lock the door - carefully place the sharp knife on the sink, because the dark brown blood stains on it may contain zombie viruses. If you touch yourself, even if there are only minor injuries, there is still a high risk of infection.

"100% no negative review game? I guess, like a parachute, people with negative reviews have no chance to give feedback..."

Late, 10:[-] minutes.

The city has not yet lost power.

Lin Xiu took off his helmet, discarded the disposable mask, and took off two layers of unseasonable wool pants. He only wore a pair of boxer briefs and sat next to the folding table.

In front of him were cold beer, a plate of good-looking scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of tomatoes mixed with sugar, half a plate of fried sausages, half a plate of cold-cut sausages, and a bag of salt-and-pepper peanuts.

When feeling emotional, he lit up a soft seven-star cigarette that he had just collected.

It smells like a light sour taste of tea, and the smoke is rich without irritating the throat. It is a typical high-quality low-tar hybrid cigarette.

A sip of wine, a puff of cigarette.

There are meat and vegetables.

Hot dishes and cold dishes are all available.

Lin Xiu, who tried hard to get rid of his pessimism, vaguely felt a kind of morbid happiness.

outside world.

While others struggled to survive, it was a doomsday scene, but he got a safe house and relatively abundant food.

In the smoke, his thoughts danced together. The Glock pistol placed at hand, ready to be touched at any time, was his confidence.

Gun, man's courage.

The ancients are sincere and do not deceive me.

(End of this chapter)