super zombie factory

Chapter 6
Did not stay overnight in the last days, even though Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical factory was impenetrable.

Back at Hyundai's rented house, the sky outside the window was already sunset, and there was only a blush left in the sky.

"The time is indeed synchronized."

Uncle Zombie and Lu Chuan did not change much when they left, they were still sitting upright.

Ever since he came back, Lu Chuan has been in deep thought.

In the rented house, the adults and children just sat there doing this, and no one made a sound.One is a wood carving, and the other has a face that changes from time to time, as if sorting out some problems that bother him in his mind.

"Goo...coo..."

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

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched and smiled.

"I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan rubbed his belly. From the incident on the long-distance bus until now, he was running and jumping all the way, and he was already hungry.

Putting down the things on his mind, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.

Single dog, but he doesn't have the habit of cooking by himself.

In addition, it was too late now, and I glanced at the time, it was already 07:30 in the evening.

Not surprisingly, the zombie uncle followed Lu Chuan again, almost never leaving Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential area is that it is lively, which belongs to the low-level people.

At 07:30, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys are already open, and there are crowds everywhere.All kinds of aromas are floating in the streets and alleys. I don't know how many people who are late from get off work will choose to fill their stomachs in these small stalls.

"..."

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

A large number of people means that there are also a large number of zombies. If a disaster occurs, the population density here, China and India, which are populous countries, will definitely be the worst places.

After finding a familiar booth and sitting down, Lu Chuan shouted, "Uncle Luo, it's the same."

"5 minutes." Uncle Luo is a thin middle-aged man. After responding to Lu Chuan's words, he skillfully opened the fire. The excessive fire volume swallowed the head of the pot. When a small spoonful of oil was poured in, the entire pot became hot. It became a sea of ​​flames.

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

Uncle Luo is in charge of cooking, while Aunt Luo is in charge of cutting and serving dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is in college, and his daughter, Luo Juan, is a senior in high school. Every night, he goes to the stall to help out, pouring tea and water, and serving the delicacies made by his father to the diners.

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

"Lu Chuan, I haven't been here for a while, are you okay?" Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

The zombie uncle stood dryly next to Lu Chuan, and under Lu Chuan's command, he sat down opposite Lu Chuan in a rigid manner, also sitting upright.

"Lu Chuan, drink some water."

Two cups of big-leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and Uncle Zombie. Luo Juan tossed her hair and returned to the chair where she got up just now, apparently lacking interest in Lu Chuan's absence for a few days.

Lu Chuan's dinner is most likely settled here, and after a year, he will be familiar with it.

Normally, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan a few words, but today Lu Chuan's head was always thinking about the biochemical factory, so naturally he didn't have this kind of thought.

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

Aunt Luo also smiled: "Go back, see your parents more often."

Uncle Luo's time was indeed very accurate. He said 5 minutes, that is, 5 minutes later, he put a plate of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. He only remembered something after eating a few mouthfuls. He looked up and saw the zombie uncle sitting upright with no expression on his face.

"Oh."

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, so fascinated by thinking about things, he even forgot about this thing.

Before that, Lu Chuan was always curious about whether the modern zombies should eat or not.At present, it seems that it is a problem that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. His own salary cannot guarantee the living expenses of two people.

"Do you want a copy?" Lu Chuan asked.

The zombie uncle looked at Lu Chuan blankly, without even blinking his empty eyes.

Lu Chuan: "..."

A feeling of playing the piano with a cow, but Lu Chuan still pushed the fried noodles he had just eaten a few mouthfuls in front of the zombie uncle, and ordered: "Eat."

The zombie uncle stretched out his hand mechanically, and grabbed the fried noodles.

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

Uncle Zombie's arm stopped, and he mechanically grabbed the chopsticks again, and picked them up on the fried noodles, like a kid learning to eat, Lu Chuan couldn't help turning his face away from the way he held the chopsticks, as if he didn't know this guy look.

It's really embarrassing, this act of using chopsticks is absolutely mentally handicapped.

The table was covered with fried noodles, and the zombie uncle had his mouth stuffed, and then he ate.

In essence, Uncle Zombie is a faker system added by the biochemical factory, but it is still a zombie.Zombies are monsters that may or may not eat.

But looking at the zombie uncle who killed most of the dish of fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost doubted whether the other party was a real person.

Zombies eat stir-fried noodles, how many brain holes do they have to think of this?

"It seems that you really want to eat?"

Lu Chuan thought uncertainly, it would take a while to verify, for example, starve it for three to five days?
"Uncle Luo, here are five lamb chops."

Ten minutes later, five roasted mutton steaks were placed in front of Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan found that the zombie uncle's empty eyes finally reacted for the first time, turning around.

Five grilled lamb chops entered the stomach of the zombie uncle in just 5 minutes.

Bake again.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Come ten chicken legs, and five fried noodles.

Uncle Zombie's stomach, like a bottomless pit, made Lu Chuan feel a sense of collapse. It was nothing more than a rice bucket, thirty lamb chops, plus others...a full ten servings, just eaten into his stomach by it.

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

With my own savings of less than [-] yuan, according to this speed and appetite, it will take at most half a month, and I will be exhausted.

My own salary is not enough for the zombie uncle to eat for three to five days.

Luo Juan has been paying attention to Lu Chuan. At this moment, looking at the bones piled up like a hill and the stack of plates, she opened her mouth wide. This is the first time she has seen such an edible person.

When Lu Chuan paid the bill, his heart was bleeding.

…………

Back in the rental house, the zombie uncle sat back on the chair, straight as always.

Lu Chuan looked at the uncle Zombie's bulging stomach, and stopped thinking about this worrying question. Anyway, the next thing to test was what would happen if the zombie uncle didn't eat for three to five days.

There are still two days left for the leave from the company, just in time to study about zombies.

Turning on the laptop he used when he was in college, Lu Chuan ignored the zombie uncle, entered the zombie on Bainiang, and pressed the Enter key.

…………

After a whole night, Lu Chuan did not close his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

Lu Chuan looked over all the zombies mentioned in the biochemical factory. There is still information on the zombies mentioned earlier, but there is no information about them on the Internet that is mentioned later.

Such as meat shields, such as mothers, what kind of zombies are these?
Don't even think about it, they are not easy.

But Lu Chuan didn't know where they were or what abilities they had.Before the biochemical factory is unlocked, it can only be guessed, but no specific information can be obtained.

The products in the biochemical factory come from the last days.

In other words, the zombies in the biochemical factory will exist in the last days.

The dangers of the last days can be seen in general.

Zombies like meat shields and mothers are still too far away from Lu Chuan, so we can think about it later.

Lu Chuan didn't pay too much attention to these late-stage zombies, but to his eyes.

In addition to the information, Lu Chuan is still on the Internet, looking for the methods of hunting zombies given by countless keyboard warriors. These methods are all kinds of strange, but in Lu Chuan's view, some methods are more reliable.

After a night of understanding the habits of the zombies, he somewhat gained some confidence.

It's a pity that Lu Chuan tried several times. When teleporting to the end of the world, he has no right to carry items other than clothes. When teleporting, it will be automatically cleared.

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

"The storage space can only be used after activating the biochemical factory." Lu Chuan shook his head, a little regretful that he couldn't use this exciting function now.

Since he can only be alone, he can only find a way in the last days.

Be careful, and with planning, Lu Chuan still has a lot of confidence.Even the way out, Lu Chuan has thought about it. The magic of the biochemical factory is so impenetrable. Unless it is unlucky to get into a zombie like a tyrant, ordinary zombies cannot break through the alloy wall around the biochemical factory. What's the problem? In the biochemical factory.

If not, go back to modern times.

(Update plan, 7:6 a.m., [-]:[-] p.m., twice a day. This time the new book period is very long, a full two months, this time the rain is full of sincerity, so can everyone vote for recommendation?)

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