Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Jiang Miaomiao was seriously injured.

The skin on the neck and shoulders was cut with many small wounds by the glass, and the debris was stuck in her wounds. Lu Qiming used a flashlight to clean it out for more than an hour.

There were more than a dozen blisters scalded by hot oil on her arm. He heated the pin and broke it. The pain made her grin.

Before the end of the world, Jiang Miaomiao stocked up some simple medicines, such as band-aids, anti-fever medicine, disinfectant and so on.

Lu Qiming helped her bandage and looked at the terrible wounds with a serious expression.

"Just sticking band-aids will not work. There are too many wounds, and the weather will get hot again, and it will become irritated."

Jiang Miaomiao lay on the bed, angrily like gossip, "What should I do?"

"I'm out looking for medicine."

He said he was leaving, and she quickly grabbed him.

"Are you crazy? Now that the zombies are so fierce, don't you run out to find death?"

"It's okay, I smeared the blood of the golden half-butt."

Jiang Miao thought about it, but still disagreed.

Of course, she also hopes that her injury will heal soon, but the zombies today are too terrible. The horrible picture just now is still vivid. If he goes out and gets killed and stays in the villa alone, isn't it a dead end?

It's better to stay, at least to rely on.

Thinking of this, she grasped Lu Qiming's arm harder.

"Don't go, just stay here, don't go anywhere."

Lu Qiming couldn't help but smile upon hearing this.

"Don't you want to let me go?"

Jiang Miaomiaonian was too lazy to care because he saved his life, and only said, "You are not allowed to go anyway."

"Well, I won't go, I'll pour you some water."

He pushed her hand away, went to the living room and poured a cup of Liangbai and started to come up. When I passed the window, I heard the movement outside.

After drinking the water, the two were a little tired after the previous fight, and each fell asleep.

Lu Qiming was lying on the bed, Jiang Miaomiao was lying on the bed, even in his sleep, he would not let go of his arm, for fear that he would run away.

She was so painful and tired, she slept for three or four hours before waking up when she closed her eyes.

The windows of the room were sealed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Jiang Miaomiao wanted to find a watch to check the time, but found that he was empty in his hands.

Where is Lu Qiming?

She was extremely nervous, enduring the tingling pain on her body, searching all over the room, searching everywhere but found no sign of him.

Did he find medicine for her? Or is it gone?

Jiang Miaomiao hurried to Guan Jin's half-butt room, saw that it had more wounds, and became more upset.

At this moment, another zombie climbed onto the wall and eagerly hit the glass.

She picked up the mop and stared there with a deadly heart.

There was movement outside the door, and Jiang Miaomiao's scalp was numb.

A zombie is enough for her, if two come in at the same time, it will be even worse.

Oh, what should I do?

The door lock clicked, and she ran up the stairs like a frightened rabbit.

A familiar male voice came from behind.

"you're awake?"

Jiang Miaomiao looked back and saw Lu Qiming walk in from outside, and locked the door with his backhand.

"It's you……"

She breathed a sigh of relief, her tight body relaxed, and slowly sat on the floor.

Lu Qiming glanced at the impacted window, pushed a cabinet to block it, and then pulled her to the bedroom.

He has a plastic bag full of emergency medicines.

Finding the anti-inflammatory spray and painkillers, he poured a glass of water.

"Take this medicine."

The opponent's body was smeared with blood on the golden half buttocks, emitting a fishy and unpleasant smell. But right now Jiang Miaomiao can't take care of that much anymore, obediently do what he says, and take painkillers.

Lu Qiming sat behind her, spraying her with spray.

She couldn't help asking: "How is the situation outside?"

Lu Qiming paused for a while and sighed.

"Very bad. The number of zombies has increased by at least one-third, and they are obviously more aggressive than before. I almost recognized me several times."

Jiang Miaomiao was worried, "What should I do then?"

"Don't go out for now, try to protect yourself."

This is the end of the world, and it's not going out to go shopping. Where does it mean that if you protect it, you can protect it?

Jiang Miaomiao thought that in the original text, the male and female protagonists experienced countless thrills, often nine deaths, and really didn't want to be like them, so he ran downstairs after applying the medicine, looking at the gas tank hesitating.

Go ahead, she would rather die comfortably than live in pain.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the valve of the gas tank. When it was about to turn, Lu Qiming also went downstairs and immediately blocked her when she saw it, full of black lines.

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Miaomiao said his thoughts and said:

"I will not force you to be with me. If you are afraid of accidental inhalation, help me move the jar to the bedroom. I will close the door and turn on the gas."

Lu Qiming frowned, "Are you really going to die? Are you kidding me."

"I'm not kidding, I think clearly."

He didn't bother to persuade her, and raised his hand to flick her up.

"Cheer up, we won't be desperate."

Jiang Miaomiao held his forehead angrily and said, "What else can you do? You say."

"The walls of the villa are still too thin to withstand their attacks. But we can move to the basement, as long as the exit is sealed, I don't believe that they can dig into the ground."

Her eyes lit up when she heard it, but within three seconds, she thought of the drawbacks of this method.

"How should we live in the basement? It must be inconvenient to come out. When the food is finished, don't we have to starve to death below?"

Lu Qiming is quite confident about this.

"You don't have to worry about this. The main purpose of zombies is to go south to find food. They won't stay in this city for too long. Once we hold them out, we will win."

Jiang Miaomiao was dubious, but there was no other way than to believe him. The big deal is to do as he says, and when the food is finished, then consider whether to die.

After all, suicide also requires courage, she counseled.

Seeing that she had no objections, Lu Qiming was about to start moving things to the basement.

The first thing to bear is water.

After the two spent so long, Jiang Miaomiao still had more than a hundred barrels of water left, which could last at least another month.

Lu Qiming carried a bucket on her left shoulder and a bucket on her right shoulder. When she was about to walk to the basement, she suddenly screamed in a low voice.

"You are hurt!"

On the sturdy right arm, there was a big blister, almost the size of half a slap. She was blocked by clothes before, but she never noticed it.

Lu Qiming lowered his head and glanced, "It's okay, it will disappear by itself."

"That won't work, if you die of illness, don't I have to follow the bad luck? You sit down."

Jiang Miaomiao pressed him on the chair, used spray and scald cream, and applied him carefully as he had taken care of her before.

The woman's fingers were soft and soft, and they felt slightly cool when they fell on the skin.

Lu Qiming didn't know if he was sleepy or embarrassed, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't know it, but he was startled.

The other party's body was full of scars, burned by hot oil, caught by zombies, and cut by glass. After careful calculation, it was more serious than her, but there was not much blood flow, and it seemed not so exaggerated.

She was very worried, "You have a wound on your body and you have blood on your golden half buttocks. Will you be infected?"

Lu Qiming was not worried about this, but rather curious about her reaction.

"If I am infected, what are you going to do?"

Her face was tangled and pained.

"I don't know, when you become a zombie, I must not be able to beat you. But it doesn't seem very good to drive out before you become a zombie. Or... lock you up first?"

Lu Qiming groaned, "What a cruel woman."

Jiang Miaomiao said helplessly: "What do you think?"

"We have known each other for so long, so you can't let me have a good meal before I die? In ancient times, prisoners on death row all had their heads to eat."

"It makes sense." She put down the scald cream. "Then I'm going to cook for you now? Don't hesitate to say what you want."

Lu Qiming's backhand was another brain collapse.

"Fool, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to do it in this life, next life."

Jiang Miaomiao was hit by him and wanted to fight back. Looking at his scarred body, it was not easy to start.

After applying the medicine, Lu Qiming didn't take a break and started to move things directly.

Jiang Miaomiao wants to move too. He thinks she has little strength, so let her not interfere and figure out what to move and what not to move.

She wandered around in the villa.

The basement has limited space and can't put too many things, and Lu Qiming can't move too big things alone.

So things such as beds, wardrobes, tables and chairs were first abandoned.

Secondly, the heavy ones are not easy to carry, such as gas tanks.

In the end, the ones that are not useful, such as air conditioners, washing machines, refrigerators, and the silly generator, are not moved.

After walking around, she made a list of statistics.

Water, food, clothing, quilt, fuel, flashlight.

They are all necessities of life.

Although it has been streamlined and streamlined, just over a hundred buckets of water is enough to carry.

Jiang Miaomiao watched Lu Qiming's work while he was injured, and he had no face to idle. He caught a glimpse of the small cart that was pushed back from the supermarket before, and he had an idea.

When Lu Qiming came out of the basement and was about to carry the bucket, she pushed the cart.

"Let's put the bucket inside and push it down together."

The cart can hold at least four buckets of water at a time, which is much less effort than carrying it on his shoulders.

Lu Qiming cast a rare admiration look, and put the bucket that had reached his shoulders into the cart.

The two worked together, and it took nearly a day to transport all the water to the basement, neatly stacked on the wall.

They didn't have the energy to cook, each ate a box of self-heating rice and lay down for a few hours.

After waking up, regardless of whether it was day or night, he continued to work, and finally moved everything on the list.

The movement of the zombies outside is getting louder and louder, and the golden half hips in the room are also particularly irritable.

Occasionally passing by the door, Jiang Miaomiao could clearly hear him howling.

The next step is to close the door.

The entrance to the basement is located next to the villa kitchen and is a small wooden door.

After opening it is a step down.

The quality of the wooden door is average, and the most common composite material is used. People with more strength can probably kick it with one kick. It is unrealistic to expect it to prevent zombies.

Lu Qiming searched in the villa, his eyes fell on the bathtub in the master bedroom.

The bathtub is made of cast iron and covered with a layer of ceramics. It is quite strong and can bear the weight of four people at the same time.

Moreover, it is resistant to fire and blisters. It can be said that unless the excavator is dispatched, it is difficult to damage it.

Of course, it is also heavy. Lu Qiming weighed it, and it was at least 90 kg.

But the height and area are exactly the same as the small door, which is the best substitute.

The cart was useless, he found a bundle of rope, tied it to the bathtub, and dragged it out.

Jiang Miaomiao also came to help. The two tried their best, sweating profusely, and finally dragged the bathtub to the basement.

Lu Qiming demolished another door to block corners.

He stood by the door and asked, "Do you have anything else to take? If not, I will seal it up now, and I can't open it until the tide of zombies passes."

She thought about it carefully, took everything that should be taken, and shook her head.

Lu Qiming was about to seal, thinking of something, and ran to the living room to bring the mineral water bottle with peach blossoms in it.

The peach blossom is full of vitality. It has been broken down for so long, and it has only been raised with water, but it has not died, and it has produced some small buds.

Jiang Miaomiao took the water bottle and said in surprise: "What do you do with it?"

The corner of Lu Qiming's mouth raised slightly.

"Because it looks good and smells good, don't you like it?"

They are about to live a truly isolated life. They can't even see the sun. With this peach blossom by their side, it reminds them that the spring is shining outside at the moment, and it seems pretty good.

Jiang Miaomiao sniffed the fragrance of the flowers and put it on the bucket.

Lu Qiming finally looked outside, retracted his gaze, stood the bathtub up to block the door, nailed it with a wooden strip removed from the door, and sealed it with paint, leaving only one narrower than a finger for ventilation. Gap.

It was pitch black in the basement, and the sound of the zombies was as far away as from another world.