abyss doomsday

Under this contradictory dual psychology, the choices she made were always forced, not from her heart, but by force.

For example, she actually didn't want to enter that research institute at all. She even hated going in, but she knew that if she didn't go in, Fan Qingxin and Li Jiaojiao might not be able to come out of it at all. Maybe not just them, but everyone. come out.

It wasn't that she was boasting, but she felt that the mutated zombie was afraid of her. At that time, the zombie had stayed in the data room for so long but finally chose to leave.

She didn't know why, but those strange zombies felt both love and fear towards her. They were too scared to confront her head-on, but they were so loving that they chased the car for dozens of kilometers, and finally gave up the food in their mouths to bite her. .

She was certain that she was still a human being, and that she was not one of those strange zombies in novels, a conscious zombie, a zombie king or a zombie king.

She is just a "person" and an ordinary person.

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When Lin Youhe drove near the base, he saw a row of armed soldiers patrolling, a long queue of trucks, and survivors lining up to enter the base.

Lin Youhe saw so many people for the first time after the zombie outbreak, as if he had entered a peaceful human society again.

Open the car window, stick your head out and look around.

Li Jiaojiao drove the car near the patrol team and got out to exchange something.

He led several armed men over and handed them two silver badges with a metallic light: "Put this on, and they will take you to quarantine. You don't have to hand over the things in the car."

He took the badge, looked at it carefully and pinned it on his collar: "Sister Jiaojiao, aren't you with us?"

"I'm going to report. I'll come to you when everything is done. Don't worry. Although I am a soldier, I am not affiliated with the Northwest Base. They will not force me to issue tasks, so I am equivalent to a failure. People who are idle." He raised his hand and rubbed Lin Youhe's head.

He was led to an isolation area and saw rows of rooms that looked like a large school dormitory, with many officers inside.

There are also gunshots that are not gunshots, but gunshots in which people in quarantine mutate and are killed.

Whether or not there is a bite is not necessarily absolute. It may be just a scratch but the wound will be infected if it is contaminated with zombie blood.

Holding Little Fatty Orange in his arms, he carefully observed his surroundings. The heavy footsteps hitting the ground, like the gunshots one after another, made people feel as if they were back in the vortex full of zombies.

"Police uncle, where is our isolation room?" He couldn't help but look worriedly at the heavily armed soldiers leading the way.

"The twelfth floor."

Sitting on the trolley, she pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Get in the elevator and go upstairs.

The entire twelfth floor was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The floor was still wet, and some faint red water stains could still be seen.

The twelfth floor has just been disinfected, and there is no quarantine person here.

But there were still four or five duty officers standing in the corridor.

Was assigned to the nearest room.

He was helped to sit on the chair, put down Little Fatty Orange, took out a can and opened it.

Touching the quilt, he looked at Lin Youhe who was feeding the cat and whispered: "This quilt is quite clean. If you are tired, you can take a rest."

Shaking his head: "It's okay, it's only half a day. Besides, you should be more tired than me, so you should go to bed first."

"...Are you really okay?"

He touched the furry cat's head and looked at Fan Qingyi: "Well, don't worry."

Seeing that Lin Youhe was in good condition, I felt a little relieved. He was indeed not doing well these days. He had to drive, worry about zombies, and take care of Lin Youhe.

Fan Qingxin fell asleep almost instantly while lying on the bed. The smell of disinfectant was better than the smell of rotting, stinking, rotten meat in a pile of zombies.

By the time Fan Qingyu woke up, it was already dark.

Looking at Fan Qingyi who woke up, he slightly bent his eyes and said, "We can go out in two hours."

Covering his head, why did he sleep for so long?

He patted Fatty Orange, who was sleeping on him, and got out of the bed: "Are you okay?"

"Very good, they just brought a meal over. I saw you hadn't woken up yet so I asked them to leave the meal, but it's been a while and it's already cold."

He pointed to a bowl of rice and a plate of pickles on the table. The rice has been cold for a long time, and a film has condensed on the surface of the porridge.

The fact that we can still eat rice now means that the supplies are still very sufficient. Maybe each base has deployed several strategic resource banks, or there are resource banks nearby.

However, they usually choose to build it nearby. It seems that there is a resource library nearby, otherwise Li Jiaojiao would not have to hide the map.

"It's okay, there's no oil or water in this. It won't be a problem if you eat it cold." After saying that, Fan Qingyu picked up the large bowl of porridge and ate it with a few bites of pickles.

If Doomsday still dislikes the fact that the food is cold, isn’t that just asking for death?

After sitting for another two hours, Li Jiaojiao brought a chubby middle-aged man to pick them up, and not only that, they also made a small wheelchair for Lin Youhe.

Forced to sit in a small wheelchair, she twitched her lips and said, "Sister Jiaojiao, I don't need to be in a wheelchair, crutches will do."

"Tsk, you sit down when I tell you to, why are you talking nonsense! I traveled most of the base to find this for you!" Lin Youhe, who was trying to get up, frowned and said with dissatisfaction.

The light in the base in the early morning was very weak, and even the sounds were pitiful. Only the slightest footsteps could be heard when patrols came in from time to time.

There are also many people who have completed the quarantine, but they are all concentrated in the quarantine area. There are very few people like them who can leave now.

Pushing the wheelchair, he followed the fat middle-aged man and led a few people to an accommodation area. In the ten-story buildings, no one had lights on, except for the first floor corridor where there were lights on. , lighting up a clearing.

Leading several turns to the elevator: "This is a superpower built in the northwest base. Although it is remote, the facilities here are very complete. Except for decoration, everything else can be compared with before the apocalypse."

"Okay, this is the seventh floor. Your room is No. 782. There are three bedrooms on two floors. The rooms below the seventh floor are single rooms." He handed the key to Fan Qingyi.

The leader turned around and left, running quickly.

Li Jiaojiao: "..." Why did you give him the key? ! !

After looking down at Li Jiaojiao, she opened the door and saw that the decoration in the room was only floor tiles and white putty, but there were many tables and chairs among the furniture inside.

Li Jiaojiao pushed the wheelchair and followed.

After checking the room, Fan Qing pointed at the room upstairs and said, "Li Jiaojiao, you live upstairs. That room is not convenient for me to get in and out, but it has a separate bathroom. The big one below also has a separate bathroom for me." Keep it.”

Lin Youhe looked at Li Jiaojiao in confusion: "Sister Jiaojiao, the decoration and construction are all major projects. How can you live in someone else's house in half a year?"