Chapter 6

He did not spend the night at the end of the world, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical factory was solid.

Back to the modern rental house, the sky outside the window is really sunset, the sky is only a touch of red.

"Time is in sync."

There was no change when Uncle zombie and Lu Chuan left. They were still sitting upright.

From his return, Lu Chuan fell into deep thought.

In the rental room, they sat like this, no one said anything. One is wood carving, the other is from time to time his face changes, as if in his mind is sorting out some problems that troubled him.

"Gu Gu Gu... "

The hunger from his stomach made Lu Chuan absolutely recover from meditation.

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched out his waist and laughed.

"I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan felt his stomach, from the long-distance bus happened this thing, until now, all the way is running, is jumping, has long been hungry.

Put down the things in his mind, Lu Chuan put his wallet in, and he went out.

A single dog has no habit of cooking by himself.

Besides, it's too late now. After a look at the time, it's already 7:30 p.m.

No accident, uncle zombie followed Lu Chuan, almost without leaving Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential area is the bustle, which belongs to the bustle of the low-level residents.

At 7:30, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys were already open for business, and there were crowds everywhere. Various kinds of aroma, floating in the streets, I do not know how many people late after work, will choose to fill their stomachs in these small stalls.

“……”

Lu Chuan looked at the head surging here, but thought of what he saw in the last days.

A large number of people represents a large number of zombies. If there is a disaster, the population density here, such as China and India, is definitely the most tragic place.

Looking for a familiar stall to sit down, Lu Chuan called out: "Uncle Luo, the same old."

"Five minutes." Uncle Luo is a middle-aged man who is as thin as a stick. He fires skillfully when he answers Lu Chuan's words. If the amount of fire is too large, the head of the pot will be swallowed, and a small spoon of oil will go down, and the whole pot will become a sea of fire.

Luo Shu's family has been operating here for more than ten years. They are very popular and have a good business.

Uncle Luo is in charge of cooking, while aunt Luo is responsible for cutting and side dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is studying in University, and his daughter is Luo Juan, who is a senior three in senior high school. Every night, he goes to the stall to help, carry tea and pour water, and deliver the delicious dishes made by his father to the diners.

Well, it's actually the role of a waiter.

"Lu Chuan, I haven't been here for a long time. Are you ok?" Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

The zombie uncle stood on the edge of Luchuan. Under the command of Luchuan, he sat on the opposite side of Luchuan, and sat upright.

"Luchuan, drink some water."

Two cups of big leaf tea are put in front of Lu Chuan and the corpse uncle. Luo Juan shakes her hair and returns to the chair she just got up. Obviously, she has not been interested in Luchuan for several days.

Lu Chuan's dinner was settled here in nine out of ten cases. After a year, I became familiar with it.

At ordinary times, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan a few words, but today, Lu Chuan's head has always been thinking about the biochemical factory, so naturally there is no such a mind.

Lu Chuan laughed and said, "Auntie, I went back to my hometown."

Aunt Luo is also smiling: "go back well, see more parents."

Uncle Luo's time is really accurate. Five minutes later, he put a dish of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. After eating a few mouthfuls, he remembered something. He looked up and saw Uncle zombie sitting upright and expressionless.

"Oh."

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, thinking about things to be fascinated, he even forgot the goods.

Before Lu Chuan has been curious, to modern zombies, whether to eat. At present, it is a problem that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. His salary can not guarantee the living expenses of two people.

"Would you like one?" Lu Chuan asked.

Uncle zombie looked blankly at Lu Chuan, his empty eyes did not even blink.

Lu Chuan:

A feeling of playing the lute before a cow, but Lu Chuan pushed his fried noodles which he had just eaten a few mouthfuls to the zombie uncle, and issued an instruction: "eat."

The zombie uncle stretched out his hand mechanically and grabbed at the fried flour.

"Chopsticks." Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

Uncle zombie stops with his arm. He grabs the chopsticks mechanically and picks them up towards the fried noodles. He looks like a child learning to eat. Lu Chuan can't help but look away from the chopsticks. He doesn't know the goods.

It's really humiliating. It's a mental handicap to use chopsticks.

The whole table is full of scattered fried powder, and uncle Zombie's mouth is stuffed, and then smashed to eat.In essence, uncle zombie is attached with the camouflage system by the biochemical factory, but it is also a zombie. Zombies are monsters that can eat or do not need to eat.

But looking at the corpse uncle who has killed most of the dishes of fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost doubts whether the other party is a real person.

Zombies eat fried noodles. They have to open many brain holes to think of this?

"It seems that you really want to eat?"

Lu Chuan thought uncertainly that it would take some time to verify, such as starving it for three or five days?

"Uncle Luo, bake five lamb chops."

Ten minutes later, five roasted lamb chops were put in front of Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan found that uncle Zombie's empty eyes finally had a reaction for the first time. It turned around.

Five roasted lamb chops, about five minutes before and after, went into the belly of Uncle zombie.

Bake again.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Ten drumsticks and five fried noodles.

Uncle Zombie's stomach, like a bottomless pit, gives Lu Chuan a sense of collapse. It's just a bucket, thirty lamb chops and other It's enough for ten people, and it's eaten into the stomach.

A sense of crisis came to Lu Chuan's mind.

If you have less than 10000 yuan in savings, you will have to drink the wind for half a month at most according to this speed and amount of food.

His little salary is not enough for uncle zombie to eat for three or five days.

Luo Juan has been paying close attention to Lu Chuan. At the moment, she looks at the bones piled up like a hill and the pile of dishes. Her mouth is wide open. It's the first time that she can eat such a person.

When Lu Chuan checks out, his heart is dripping blood.

…………

Back to the rental house, uncle zombie is sitting back on the chair, as always straight.

Lu Chuan doesn't see a trace of bulging stomach in Uncle zombie, so he doesn't think about this worrying problem any more. Anyway, the next test is what will happen if Uncle zombie doesn't eat for three or five days.

Ask for leave from the company, there are two days, just can study about the zombie.

Turning on the laptop he used when he was in college, Lu Chuan ignored uncle zombie and entered the zombie on Bai Niang and pressed enter.

…………

Night down, Lu Chuan did not close his eyes, eyes tired, full of blood.

Lu Chuan looked for the zombies mentioned in the biochemical factory. There are still materials to check on the zombies in front of them. However, no information about them can be found on the Internet.

Like the meat shield, like the matrix, what zombies are these?

Don't think about it. You know they're not easy.

But they are not simple, where, what kind of ability, Lu Chuan knows nothing about. Before the biochemical plant is unlocked, we can only rely on guessing, but can not get specific information.

The products in biochemical factories come from the end of the world.

That is to say, some zombies in biochemical factories will exist in the end of the world.

The danger of the last world can be seen as ordinary.

Some zombies like meat shield and mother's body are still too far away from Lu Chuan, so we can think about it later.

Lu Chuan's attention was not put too much on these late zombies, but on the front of his eyes.

In addition to information, Lu Chuan is still searching for countless keyboard warriors' methods of hunting zombies on the Internet. These methods are strange, but in Lu Chuan's opinion, some methods are relatively reliable.

After a night of understanding the habits of zombies, we have some confidence.

Unfortunately, Lu Chuan tried several times. When transmitting the last age, he had no right to carry anything except clothes, which would be removed automatically.

Otherwise, with modern tools, the hunting of three zombies will be solved in minutes.

"The storage space can only be used after the biochemical plant is activated." Lu Chuan shook his head, some regret this exciting function, he can not use now.

Since we can only be alone, we can only find a way in the last world.

Be careful, with planning, Lu Chuan still has a lot of confidence. Even Lu Chuan wants to be good at the back. The magic of the biochemical factory is as solid as gold. Unless it is bad luck that leads to zombies like tyrants, ordinary zombies can't break through the alloy walls outside the biochemical factory. If there is any problem, hide in the chemical plant.

No more, back to the modern.

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