After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

The last four years of mourning, October 21st.

The last satellite city near Kyoto fell.

November seventeenth.

Kyoto fell.

It is said that it would not have fallen so early.

However, the zombies locked up in several research institutes in the city were driven mad by the breath of zombies outside the city, broke through the research institutes, and ran rampant in the urban area. Some of them were advanced zombies with terrifying combat effectiveness.

Overnight, Kyoto became a hell on earth.

After struggling for dozens of days, this shining pearl finally disappeared in the cold winter of the last four years of mourning.

These news were brought by a group of refugees from afar, most of them came from Kyoto and nearby satellite cities.

At that time, it was already approaching December of the last four years of mourning, and this year's winter was exceptionally cold.

The cold air from the south has already covered the wasteland with a layer of gray frost, but the snow has not fallen for a long time.

The bare land has been completely frozen, and even iron cones can't make a hole, and frozen animals and human corpses can be seen everywhere.

The influx of refugees made the city crowded, and the reserved isolation areas in the suburbs were overcrowded with shacks in the refugee camps, extending all the way to the base of the city walls.

As a last resort, Daxing City built another wall outside the city wall, enclosing a large piece of land as an outer city for temporarily housing refugees.

At this time, Xiao Shenwei was wearing a Red Cross armband on his arm, and was following the quarantine inspection team to conduct quarantine inspection for refugees in the outer city.

Rong Yun took care of Xiaopingan in the apartment.

It was so cold in the oasis that they had to bring her here.

This is their fourth round trip between Oasis and Daxing.

Winter is coming, and they need to move back to Daxing City.The log cabins in the oasis may not be enough for them to survive the severe winter that is already approaching.

And with the advent of winter, their plantations are temporarily unable to play their due role.

Fortunately, the virus on Xiao Shenwei's body no longer poses a threat, so there is no need to worry about him dying and hurting others.

Only Ni Youqing was reluctant to leave. There were still a few zombies kept in her laboratory for experiments. However, after the catastrophe in Kyoto, Daxing probably would not agree to her building the laboratory in the city.

Since Xiao Shenwei's condition improved, Ni Youqing began to develop a new drug suitable for everyone based on Xiao Shenwei's exclusive medicine.

——Of course, this is still inseparable from the blood support of the antibody owners Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun, and of course the selfless (forced) dedication of the zombie experimental subjects.

But now, her research and development progress has reached a bottleneck, because there are not enough advanced zombie samples to support her research.

Those guys have a high risk factor and are too difficult to catch. Up to now, they have only provided Ni Youqing with two living high-level zombies, and now there are only half of them left, half-dead with incomplete limbs soaked in a huge petri dish the height of a person. He looked like he was going to belch anytime.

At this time, Ni Youqing was staying in the oasis, trying to squeeze out the last value of this zombie before the first snow fell, and then followed Xiao Shenwei and the others back to Daxing for the winter.

What happened in Kyoto is like the sword of Damocles hanging over people's heads, making the atmosphere of this winter chill.

The most direct manifestation is that there are twice as many city guards on the top of the city, guarding the watchtower day and night.

And the food sellers in the market have almost disappeared, and everyone is desperately stocking up on winter food, hoping to survive the winter.

Xiao Shenwei doesn't have to worry about food issues.

The food they save will allow them to survive until next summer without going out to hunt.

It's just that the life of the refugees is becoming more and more difficult every day.

"It's making a fuss!"

"There's a fight over there!"

"...I'm going to be beaten to death..."

"..."

The refugee camp not far away suddenly became noisy, and there was a faint cry of a child.

Xiao Shenwei followed the prestige and frowned.

The patrolling city guards quickly surrounded them.

Pushing aside the crowd surrounded by three floors inside and outside, they finally saw the instigator.

The skinny middle-aged man curled up on the ground, kicked and beaten by three or five men without saying a word, holding something tightly in his arms.

Men were swearing and stomping on his legs, his stomach, his back.

A child was so frightened by this battle that he cried out and curled up in the arms of his adults.

"Damn it, you dared to steal our stuff!!"

"Hand it over! Hand it over to me! Otherwise, I'll beat you to death!"

A man reached out and grabbed the gray cloth wrapped in the middle-aged man's arms, yelling and cursing.

"...uh, cough cough... no... please..."

The man coughed up two mouthfuls of bloody foam, but his hands covered in black oil stained the package even more tightly.

And the people around just watched, pointed at the people in the center of the noise and talked.

"What are you doing! No fighting!"

A city guard shouted loudly and fired a gun into the sky.

The twittering crowd fell silent for a moment, and those who started were frozen. Looking at the heavily armed city guards, they spat at the middle-aged man who was almost unable to move, and let it go.

"what happened?"

"He stole from us."

"Stole what?"

"A deer leg."

"Just take the things back, don't hit people."

The men looked at the gun in the city guard's hand, nodded, hurriedly tore off the deer leg from the middle-aged man's arms, and walked away cursing bad luck.

Stealing food, this kind of thing is nothing new in the chaotic refugee camp, and the city guards have to deal with this kind of incident every so often.

In a food-starved refugee camp, these people will do anything.

The onlookers slowly dispersed.

Only the man who was beaten to the point of bleeding from his mouth and nose was left prostrate on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

After a long time, he coughed twice, slowly got up from the ground, and limped towards the camp.

"Old Joe, you were beaten again today?"

Someone was huddled in the shack wrapped in a torn blanket, and shouted at him with his head exposed.

Qiao Laosan's footsteps paused, but he ignored it.

"Old Joe, is your wife okay?"

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Ham, let me tell you, he is a half-blind lame man who can't work or hunt. Why don't you tie a red rope at the door, maybe he can eat his stomach every day! I'm right, Mr. Qiao three!"

There was another burst of laughter in the venue.

Qiao Laosan stopped, clenched his thin fingers into fists, and looked at the speaker.

"Yo, are you angry? Why, am I wrong? Just you, you can't even support yourself, and you want to support your wife and children?"

"That's right, you didn't see it, the child was so hungry that he couldn't cry this morning."

"My God, I'm sorry...you've committed crimes..."

People chatted in a hurry, but it was like a knife piercing Qiao's heart bleeding.

His fist clenched and then relaxed, and finally fell slumped to his side.

"Hey—I said—"

Someone shouted to Qiao Lao San who was about to leave.

"I have the remaining half of a rabbit's leg here, would you like it?"

The man shook half his forearm in his hand, and there were a lot of leg bones hanging from it.

"..."

Qiao Lao San looked at him without saying a word, but his eyes stayed on the rabbit's leg for a moment.

... This thigh bone boiled soup and some wild vegetables, and the three of them could drink for several days.

"Well, let's discuss it." The man saw Qiao Laosan's agitation, and put on a sullen smile on his face: "Let me sleep with your mother-in-law, and this rabbit's leg will belong to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Qiao Laosan pounced on him with red eyes, his thin body exploded with astonishing strength in an instant, and punched the man with black eyes.

The person who was beaten yelled and kicked Qiao Laosan away, and was about to go up to make up for a few kicks, but was frightened by Qiao Laosan's eyes.

"Mother Xipi... bad luck!"

After spitting, the man turned and left, not forgetting to take his rabbit leg bone with him.

Qiao Lao San got kicked, got up with difficulty, and squeezed past the buzzing buzz of these people around him.

Not far behind, a figure followed silently, neither far nor near.

……

……

Xiao Shenwei had never seen such a sight.

In the poorest and worst corner of this refugee camp.

These people didn't even have any decent clothes, they were only wrapped in felt blankets issued by Daxing City that were already too dirty to see their true colors, and they crawled timidly in the shack, looking warily at whoever came.

Here, even the cries of children are small and weak.

He saw the red rope tied to the door of some shacks.

A man came out of the shack with his trousers in his hands, and put a small piece of jerky the size of a palm at the door.

Then a thin, naked woman's arm stretched out from the curtain, and quickly dragged the dried meat into the shack as if afraid of being snatched away.

Xiao Shenwei turned his eyes away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He thought he knew what the red rope represented.

But they just want to survive, nothing more.

This winter is too cold.

It only takes one snowfall to bury many people.

Qiao Lao San has returned to his "home".

His several-month-old daughter looked out of the curtain with her eyes open in her mother's arms, as thin as a monkey cub.

"You're back! Bring something to eat today..."

The woman raised her head in surprise, but swallowed her words halfway.

"Only this..." Qiao Laosan took out two pieces of dry biscuits from his arms, lowered his head: "I'm sorry... I'm useless..."

The woman didn't say a word, took the pancakes, carefully broke off two small pieces, soaked them in hot water, and fed them to the baby in her arms when they softened a little.

"Didn't Boss Liu say that he would lose weight today? You gave him two pancakes after helping him repair so many cranes?"

The woman's voice was faint, a bit abrupt in the dark and silent shack.

"..."

Qiao Lao San moved his mouth and rubbed his oil-stained hands, but he didn't make a sound.

Xiao Shenwei stood outside for a while, then left.

When he came back, he was carrying a deer leg wrapped in a gray cloth, and two bags of dry food borrowed (qiang) from someone.

Putting the things at the door, Xiao Shenwei thought for a while, and then took out half a small packet of milk powder from his arms.

Since he brought Xiaopingan here, he has always carried milk powder and a thermos cup with him.

"Is there anyone outside?"

A woman's voice sounded.

"I gonna go see."

Qiao Laosan lifted the curtain, only to see his lost deer leg lying in front of the door.

There are also two bags of dry food from unknown sources, and a small bag of white powder.

His eyes were red, Qiao Lao San put the things in, came out again, knelt on the ground and kowtowed firmly.

On the other side, Xiao Shenwei changed the clothes of the quarantine team, used food to exchange two bottles of wine from the supply and marketing cooperative, and walked home with them.

There was a sudden coolness on his cheeks.

Xiao Shenwei raised his head and stretched out his hand.

A speck of whiteness fell on the finger, and instantly turned into a speck of water.

"Snowing."

The hot air exhaled from his mouth was quickly shredded by the cold wind in the air.

Xiao Shenwei buttoned the hood of the sweater, breathed on his red fingertips, and quickened his pace.

... Well, what will Rong Yun do for dinner today?

Bacon with garlic sprouts?Or stewed squab pumpkin porridge?

At the same time, a few miles away from Daxing City, the woman wearing a hood and cloak traveled hundreds of miles, and finally fell to the ground, revealing her pale skin on her hands and the tips of her black-blue nails.

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A certain exam topic of a certain exam course in the final exam: What kind of teaching is teaching Chinese as a foreign language?

Me: Teaching Chinese as a foreign language is a kind of teaching that takes teaching Chinese as a foreign language as its content?

Full marks for logic! :P

That is, the teacher might probably give me zero points (Teacher: The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone.jpg.)

Speaking of which, the current APP is really sick. It needs to access the address book, access the location, and even the karaoke software.

What are you doing, I don't sing well, do you still want to send someone to assassinate me? [Black question mark.jpg.]

So am I the only one who hasn't had a holiday yet? ?? ? ?

Why do I still have four exams to take? ?

Endorsement becomes silly.