doomsday disposal game

Chapter 9
It all ended suddenly.

No meteorites hit the earth.

There is no breaking news - the media warns the public that there is a serious biochemical leak in a certain company or laboratory.

Even if there was a strange attack somewhere, it was not seen on the Internet or TV.

Since the mutation outbreak happened to be on a weekend, Ling Xinran did not go to the University of Tokyo to attend classes. As a result, before she woke up naturally, she heard someone banging on the door.

Then, through closed-circuit television, she witnessed zombies eating her neighbors...

"It would be great if there was a radio. Speaking of which, what happened to the disaster prevention wireless band?"

Hearing the girl sigh and understanding the whole situation, Lin Xiu, who was heating the pot with oil, couldn't help but sigh:

"Yeah, who would have thought that when the apocalypse comes, the first thing to collapse is not the water and electricity system, but the network. It is probably because of the heavy traffic that it is paralyzed."

It is worth mentioning that up to now, there are still no problems with the circuit, and the lights and monitoring equipment are still functioning normally.

The tap water used to flush the toilet is a bit turbid, but no one dares to drink it, so it doesn't matter.

"By the way, a piece of wagyu, an omelette, and the bread you brought, okay? I also have a small half box of iced milk here."

At this time, the man's voice came again.

Ling Xinran was stunned for a moment, glanced at the clearly textured wagyu beef on the table, swallowed her throat, and said that she was not greedy, it must be too false, but the reality of living under someone else's roof still made her say against her will:
"Thank you, I'll just eat the bread and the mineral water I brought..."

"There is no need to be mentally burdened. A power outage will happen sooner or later. These things that cannot be stored must be cleaned up as soon as possible." Lin Xiu placed a flat-bottomed frying pan on the portable cassette stove and added, "Maintaining good condition is the key. At this moment, you still need to drive a motorcycle to rush out of the corpse tide."

There is no doubt that in a doomsday environment, the situation will be much better with a reliable helper.

Not long ago, after understanding each other's basic information, Ling Xinran took the initiative to inform Lin Xiu that she kept a Lexus LS500 and a red BMW M1000RR motorcycle in the parking lot below, and often took them out to compete with her little sisters. , claiming to have good driving skills.

The former is invalid.

Road conditions do not allow it.

As for the latter, you can try driving on roads with many congestions.

For this proposal, Ling Xinran, as her name suggests, readily agreed, because the resources currently collected were not enough to support her long-term stay in a certain place.

In addition, Lin Xiu and Lin Xiu had the same idea. Both of them had a strong intuition that zombies might evolve.

“If you go to rural areas where the population is relatively less dense, your chances of survival will increase significantly…”

With a whisper in his heart, Ling Xinran, who was living under someone else's roof, did not refuse and said gratefully: "Then thank you for your hospitality."

Frankly.

The woman's intuition told her that the police officer in front of her seemed to be a Chinese.

Not only was it related to the fact that Mandarin was used throughout the whole process of communicating with each other, but Lin Xiu, who was frying the premium Wagyu beef, even used onions, ginger and garlic to stir-fry the pot, even though there was no need for this cooking method.

However, how can a foreigner serve as an important law enforcement officer in a foreign country?

Thinking of this, Ling Xinran, who first eliminated the correct answer, gave up thinking. No matter what, as long as this man can provide herself with some protection.

Moreover, he seems to be a very decent person, at least he doesn't show any animalistic behavior, just...

Thoughts interrupted.

Lin Xiu, who still didn't know that he had been labeled relevantly, was concentrating on frying wagyu and had no thoughts of finding a woman for the time being.

First of all, this is a meaningless act of consuming physical energy before the danger is completely eliminated.

Secondly, the scene is not right either.

Finally and most importantly, even if you force someone else's will and enjoy it for a while, there will be no so-called legal sanctions. However, as a normal person with a clear conscience, doing so will never make you feel happy.On the contrary, it may be counterproductive.

Soon.

The black pepper pan-fried wagyu beef comes out of the oven. It doesn't care about the tenderness and juiciness. It is cooked completely to avoid diarrhea.

At the same time, it is paired with fried eggs with green onions, milk-flavored bread, butter, and oranges for comfort.

A very sumptuous doomsday dinner.

"grateful……"

"cheers!"

However, before the beautiful international student in front of him could finish her words, Lin Xiu raised a beer bottle to interrupt.

After all, he is just pretending to be an islander. He really doesn't like this kind of red tape, which has no substantive meaning, especially verbal thanks and bowing to apologize.

"cheers."

Holding a glass of ice milk, Ling Xinran immediately changed her mind after initially understanding Lin Xiu's character.

What a hearty meal.

At least after the end of the world, this standard has surpassed the vast majority of survivors.

Therefore, the benefits of relying on the strong for survival are obvious, but Ling Xinran, who was chewing beef silently, was thinking about what value she had.

As a woman with clear logic and clear understanding, she certainly knows the most simple but universal truth in the world:
Those who do not work shall not eat.

At the moment, the reason why Lin Xiu provides precious food is simply because he is proficient in driving a motorcycle, and also because after a power outage, fresh ingredients cannot be stored for long.

Beautiful words.

After taking a look at Lin Xiu, who had a refreshing temperament and a reliable personality, she felt that it was not impossible. At least she could end her single life before turning into a zombie. She would have no regrets in this life...

For a moment, his thoughts were chaotic and complicated. Maybe if Lin Xiu had spoken later, the girl in front of him would have been able to figure out more details.

"then."

"Huh? This is..." Ling Xinran subconsciously took the medicine bottle thrown by the man and looked at it blankly.

"Sedative-hypnotic, Zopiclone."

Facing the curious eyes, Lin Xiu took the last sip of beer from the bottle and added: "It is a new type of drug. Its advantage is that it has less dependence than diazepam. Its action time is about 4-6 hours. If you can't sleep, you can take it." Half a slice.”

Ling Xinran pursed her lips slightly, and then put the medicine bottle into her pocket without saying anything.

In a world of zombies, it is indeed not easy to get a good night's sleep.

Of course, if you can fall asleep, it is best not to touch this thing easily. After all, dependence is small, but it is not impossible.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Ling Xinran, who was sleeping in the toilet with a homemade weapon in hand, felt inexplicably at ease as she listened to the background sound of the game coming from outside the door, and slowly fell asleep.

Lin Xiu was sitting on the bedside, playing Contra, reminiscing about the fun of his childhood, and waiting for the settlement of side tasks at twelve o'clock, maintaining a sense of inner joy.

As for when to sleep.

Naturally, around one o'clock, he woke up Ling Xinran, who was working with others to survive, and the two of them took turns staying on duty to maintain a relatively sufficient amount of rest.

(End of this chapter)