In a civilized society, private ownership of guns is punishable, at least in China. Even if it is not a terrorist, it is also a malicious gangster. It belongs to the object of severe punishment, and all crimes must be strangled in the bud.
Cheng Chen is really surprised and afraid. He never dreamed that he would have a real gun one day. This is not his daughter's toy, but a tool for killing and doing evil.
But what about this? Now there are zombies everywhere outside. My wife has become a zombie. My daughter can't go to school. She has lost her job. Her family is broken. Her life is ruined. She has no food and safety. She is worried and frightened all day. She has had enough of such days. She can't live like this. What should she do?
Cheng Chen's eyes did not hesitate and became extremely firm: "say it, what do you want me to do?"
Lu Ziming turned around and pointed to the substation downstairs and said, "it's not a substation, but an arsenal. There are weapons in it. Take the weapons away before we go. That's why I'm here.".
"When shall we leave?"
Lu Ziming looked up at the sky and said, "let's go now. There's a truck in the substation. Is there any problem for us to leave here before dark?" Cheng Chen is an auto repairman. Although he doesn't have a driver's license, he can drive all kinds of vehicles. Now no one will investigate Cheng Chen's responsibility for driving without a license.
Cheng Chen returned the pistol to Lu Ziming. His expression became very serious and said, "brother Lu, can I discuss something with you?"
Lu Ziming disapproved and said, "since we are already friends, there is nothing to say!"
"Well, you know, there are other survivors in this building. When I say goodbye to them today, some people also want to go with us. There is no way to live here. Leaving the city may be the only way to live. Do you think you can take them with you?"
"This......" Lu Ziming was really embarrassed. It was not a simple one plus one math. "How many people?"
"There are less than 20 people, all of whom are acquaintances upstairs. They usually live in a building and often come and go. They will help when they ask for anything. Now everyone is in trouble. It's better to get together and take care of them..." Cheng Chen was worried that Lu Ziming refused, so he quickly explained: "We are all adults and have the ability to live. We won't trouble you when we arrive in the suburbs. We can listen to your command...".
Cheng Chen explained very clearly, and Lu Ziming understood that these people were friends in Cheng Chen's building. They looked down and didn't see each other. Distant relatives were not as good as close neighbors. They often had contacts. When they were in trouble, they would reach out and help. Cheng Chen didn't want to leave alone. He thought he could finally help the survivors in the building.
Lu Ziming didn't expect such a thing to happen. Twenty people fleeing and three people fleeing are not at the same level at all. A large number of people without a reasonable plan are digging their own graves if they want to leave the city. Of course, this is far from the case. How a large number of people manage and survive, food and safety are not small tests.
"They are all good people and won't bother you. They still have some food at home. We can stick to it for a while..."
"Master Cheng, I don't mean that," Lu Ziming interrupted Cheng Chen. "You don't know how dangerous it is outside. It's not the same thing for twenty people to leave and three people to leave. So many people get together. When fleeing, as long as one person has something to do, it will affect everyone. I'm not unwilling to save them, but I'm afraid I can't escape...".
"We all listen to your command. If anyone has an opinion, he can leave. Everyone won't blame you..."
Let a high school student take a group of people in their 30s and 40s. Even if they take it orally, Lu Ziming is not satisfied. Lu Ziming has the ability, but has no qualifications. What he says is difficult to convince the public. On the contrary, it causes other people's dissatisfaction: "Master Cheng, you are still the head. After all, they know you and can communicate with you if they have anything...".
Cheng Chen quickly dodged and said, "how can this be? Without you taking the lead, we can't leave here at all. You should be the one.".
"Master Cheng, it's not that I don't want to take this head, but I can't do it now. If you want to leave here, you must have someone who everyone believes in. If you don't do this head, I'm afraid people here can't leave," Lu Ziming threatened.
Cheng Chen refused for a while. Seeing Lu Ziming's resolute attitude, he had to temporarily promise and say, "OK, I'll listen to you, brother Lu, what do you want me to do next?"
Lu Ziming thought for a moment and said, "now the plan has changed. If so many people want to leave here at once, they must have a stable and detailed plan. Moreover, everyone is scattered in all parts of the building. It's not easy to contact anything. It's better to gather everyone in the substation downstairs first, so as to facilitate communication.".
Cheng Chen thought that Lu Ziming's proposal was good. It was really inconvenient to get in touch upstairs and downstairs. He gathered people together and coordinated what happened: "brother Lu, let's go to the substation, but what about the zombies on the road".
"Leave it to me. You can contact everyone and get ready. We'll go to the substation together in the evening. We'll talk about anything after we get to the substation."
Lu Ziming has observed that there are not many zombies on the way to the substation. As long as other zombies are not disturbed, it is not a problem to remove the zombies along the road by yourself.
Zombies are actually not difficult to deal with. As long as there are appropriate weapons and confidence and courage, it is no problem for a person to kill dozens of zombies.
In the final analysis, the reason why zombies are rampant in the city is due to people's fear of zombies and lack of understanding of their behavioral characteristics. As long as someone leads, there is still hope for survivors to survive in the dark age.
Lu Ziming, covered with blood, returned to Cheng Chen's room and found that there were many more people in the room, including young people in their twenties and old people in their eighties. When Lu Ziming appeared at the door, they all looked at themselves with curious eyes.
"Brother Lu, are you hurt?" Cheng Chen said with concern.
"No, these are the blood from the zombies." Lu Ziming looked at the people in the room and turned to ask Cheng Chen, "are you ready? You can go now.".
"Brother Lu..." Cheng Chen tried to talk and stopped. His expression was both embarrassed and worried. "They want to ask you what you are going to do with the zombie at home.".
Zombies, the zombies in the family, Lu Ziming suddenly understood Cheng Chen's meaning. These people still didn't come out of the shadow of their relatives becoming zombies. They stubbornly thought that these zombies' relatives could still be saved. Like Cheng Chen, they locked the zombies in the room, hoping that one day the zombies could become their relatives again.
There is a habit called custom. It is no exaggeration to say that because of this thing, a country, a nation and a group of talents come together to form a strong cohesion. No one dares to despise its existence. In the traditional concept, we despise it because we do it all the time. It is a small action that we don't know in our life.
If you think it's no big deal, you're very wrong.
It is so powerful that each of us abides by it in our life. Custom is a nation's daily habitual thinking and habitual action. In short, it is a nation's character and soul.
What about a nation with vast territory and abundant resources? What about a long history? What about rich production, strong men, beautiful women, smart children and all kinds of excellent qualities? All this is equivalent to a super terrorist long-range strike position. You have everything. Now wait to press the button.
This humble button is custom.
When the crisis and test come, the whole nation must face it bravely and face it bravely before pressing the launch button. At this time, ten thousand guns can be fired in unison, and the enemy will be destroyed.
If this is not understandable, you can refer to the records of China Japan relations and the hundred year war between Britain and France over the past century, which will be supported.
Why should a small island country bully a big country that is larger and richer than it? I don't know how many times? In the face of the same war, why are there two completely impossible decisions? Modern wars are fought in depth and fought for consumption. Then why do palm sized island countries dare to take the initiative to provoke a large country with a vast territory?
The reason lies in the core of a nation -- the so-called customs and national character.
At this time, what survivors see is that their relatives have become zombies. They never give up. They continue to live with hope. They hope that one day zombies can become their relatives again. Can Lu Ziming say to abandon all these zombies? Well, that's true, but it's very acceptable.
"What's their opinion!"
"They want to take the zombie away..." Cheng Chen finds that Lu Ziming's face suddenly becomes very ugly.
"That's what you mean!"
As like as two peas, he said, "I!" Cheng Cheng really wanted to take away his wife who had become a zombie. But his mind told him that his wife was dead. The same zombie was not his wife. "I don't know, but I still have a glimmer of hope. Is it really not saved?"
Some people think that vegetative people are not dead and will wake up one day. Only brain death is real death. Whether zombies are normal people with brain death has no answer. At least Lu Ziming can't answer this question.
"Learning to give up is the future. If the dead know that they are alive, they will give up, so that the dead can rest in peace and the living can be comforted. We have a clear conscience," Lu Ziming said in a loud voice, deliberately allowing everyone in the room to hear.
For a long time, an old man came to Lu Ziming and said, "son, you're right. Let their souls rest in heaven is what we survivors should do. Can you finally help the old man and make them walk more comfortable?".