Sick Girl Doesn't Die in Zombie Simulator

Obviously, a 500g blood spar is only the size of a fist at most, and a mineral water bottle is much larger. One grid can fit a large bottle of mineral water, but cannot fit two blood spar.

And the pistol is also, much smaller than the large mineral water bottle, but it occupies two grids.

The storage of safe boxes does not seem to be based on the size of the items.

What is the specific standard? If the system doesn't say it, it can only be confirmed by putting more things in the future and relying on a lot of trials.

After a while, Lin Jiayao walked to the entrance of the Yanggang Expressway Toll Station.

It can be clearly felt that the closer to the direction of the high speed, the fewer zombies Lin Jiayao can detect.

Because the entrances of high-speed toll stations are generally located on the outskirts of the city, and there is no place to shade them, only a very small number of zombies that have evolved ossified skin can wander here.

After passing through the high-speed toll booth, Lin Jiayao was still 5km away from the evacuation point.

She also didn't choose to clean up the zombies around her.

Because if she and her sister were going to drive, they would definitely not enter the expressway from this toll booth.

However, this highway station is farther away, and it will be merged with other highway entrances, and Lin Jiayao can start to clean up the surrounding zombies from there.

As long as Lin Jiayao can control a zombie every day in the cities around the highway, he should be able to figure out most of the highway sections in advance.

At least to ensure driving safety is no problem.

If danger is detected ahead, Lin Jiayao can also pretend to be sick and ask her sister to stop, and let her drive past after she solves the trouble over there.

On the expressway, Lin Jiayao could see a few cars turning over or rear-ending at intervals, but the roads were generally smooth.

To be on the safe side, Lin Jiayao did not walk on the mainland, but walked in the bushes outside the high-speed fence.

If you look from the other side of the fence, you can only see a head bobbing up and down.

Crawling along the high speed, Lin Jiayao did not detect any strange sound fluctuations.

There are no zombies or humans, and the entire highway is as quiet as no man's land.

Every year in the camp where Lin Jiayao was staying, there would be a few people coming at high speed.

These people usually walk to the surrounding cities with enough dry food, or bicycles or on foot, after they can't get along in the surrounding cities.

Lin Jiayao also heard her sister talk about these things, the highways that people talk about are not so safe.

There are often a large carload of people, and only one or two survived in the end.

When she was about to reach the evacuation point, Lin Jiayao finally felt some unusual vibrations.

That was the sound of running water hitting the ground drop by drop.

The sound was coming from the section ahead.

Lin Jiayao lowered her body and completely hid herself in the grass, waving her bone spurs and crawling towards the place where the sound came from.

When there was still 50m away from the place, Lin Jiayao slowly poked her head out from the wall and looked in the direction of the sound.

Is that... a truck?

It was a small truck that rolled over, and the trunk of the truck was filled with various supplies.

The truck's fuel tank had ruptured, and gasoline was seeping drop by drop from the crack and dripping onto the ground.

Just rolled over not long ago?

When Lin Jiayao was in the Hengyang Gymnasium camp, she would also use her bone spurs to inquire about the people around her.

She had never heard of any of the three camps in the Baiyan District where people drove onto the highway.

Is it another district?

The closest one here should be Haixin District.

Is it a truck from Haixin District?

If it's the same as what Lin Jiayao guessed, then this car probably drove out from the Yangchengta camp.

What happened to them?Why does it roll over at high speed?

Moreover, there seems to be no one who wants to move the large amount of supplies scattered...

Lin Jiayao even saw several police pistols scattered on the ground along with the supplies.

Haixin District used to be a commercial center with many high-rise buildings, but the military area is not here, so the best guns you can find are for the police.

Modified pistols and ammo-reduced bullets do not pose much threat to mutant zombies.

Because these guns are not used to kill people, let alone kill zombies.

Felt less reliable than my own bone spurs.

Lin Jiayao climbed towards the truck after confirming that there was no other movement within 150 meters.

The truck rolled over to the right, and the door of the cab on the left opened upwards. After Lin Jiayao climbed up, she did not see any dead bodies in the cab.

Did the person leave safely?

But why didn't the supplies move away?

Lin Jiayao didn't find any blood on the car or on the handlebars. The only suspicious trace was a spider web-shaped crack on the front windshield of the car.

Like being pierced by a bullet.

"Those two boys are so good at running, I almost got hurt by them, go back to the motorcade and tell the boss, they should be in the village ahead, they can't go far."

"Okay, then I'll call a few brothers to move the goods, this time it's a fat fish..."

"I feel that there are more and more people on the expressway recently. Maybe there are not many resources in the city."

"Who cares, it's not that we compete with the zombies in the city for resources..."

On the edge of Lin Jiayao's bone-piercing listening, several men's conversations could be heard.

She quickly climbed out of the cab, climbed to the hillside opposite the highway, and got into the bushes on the hillside.

Through the bushes, Lin Jiayao quietly waited for the voices to approach.

Soon, within Lin Jiayao's line of sight, several figures walked to the driveway opposite Lin Jiayao and stopped in front of the truck.

"Ah Lu, S1 passed the toll booth for 5 kilometers, the sheep ran away, but the goods are here, ask the brothers to pick them up."

A man is holding a walkie-talkie in his hand and talking to the walkie-talkie in front of him.

"Zi...received...brother will go over immediately..."

This is......

People from the Yangcheng Tower camp escaped, but were robbed by gangs?

It can only be said that the way of heaven is reincarnated.

There was still an hour before the evacuation, Lin Jiayao did not leave in a hurry, but quietly waited for the "brothers" mentioned in the walkie-talkie to arrive.

They robbed the way, but Lin Jiayao cleared the way.

From Lin Jiayao's point of view, they and the convoy they were talking about couldn't catch Lin Jiayao's eyes.

It is difficult for Lin Jiayao to look up to such a person who does not have the courage to go to the city to face the zombies and only dares to be cruel to the same human beings.

Now let's see if we can get rid of this team within an hour.

The long bony spur behind Lin Jiayao was bent and lifted above her head.

Like a scorpion's tail, the bone spurs shone with the luster of white jade, waiting for the prey to come.

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Chapter 36 The Cowardly Brother

"Boom-boom-"

After waiting for about ten minutes, the roar of a motorcycle sounded at the end of the road.

Lin Jiayao looked around, and saw a motorcycle carrying two people driving ahead, and behind the motorcycle was a small Jinbei.

There is naturally no speed limit on the post-apocalyptic highway, and the motorcycle drove to the overturned truck at an extremely fast speed with the roar of the engine.

Although there are no rules and regulations, the driver who got off the motorcycle was wearing a helmet, which seemed to be used for wind protection during drag racing, and a 95-type assault rifle was carried on the driver's back.

But at this moment, after taking off the racing driver's helmet, he opened his mouth wide, seemingly unbelievable.

"Day, is this the supplies you said for a truck? Did you chase a fucking truck?"

After complaining, he picked up his walkie-talkie: "Fleet team, send two... three more Wulings."

"Zi... need so many cars? Are you robbing a supermarket?"

"Almost half the truck's supplies and a lot of oil."

"Zoo... gasoline? Zi... I'll just let the convoy go by..."

After finishing this conversation, the motorcyclist held his helmet between his arms, took out a cigarette, lit one, and took a good puff.

"Brother Lu, don't you want to move?" The younger brother who was sitting behind him just now asked cautiously behind him.

"Move your mother, move if you are so free."

The man called Brother Lu curled his lips, obviously he didn't really want to engage in this kind of physical exercise.

"When they come, they say it's convenient for me to go." Brother Lu threw away the cigarette and walked over to him, patted his younger brother on the shoulder, and walked towards the opposite side of the highway.