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"Me?" Tan Zhao nodded to himself, "I'll go, the one who sent me may be scared."

Hearing this, the little monk didn't hesitate at all, instead he showed a happy smile: "Benefactor Chu is indeed a good person. If it was someone else, he would say that it is extremely cold outside and would not go out."

"How do you know I didn't say it in my heart?"

Wu Huan shook his head: "I don't know, little monk."

This little bald man really didn't suffer at all, the wind and snow outside were getting bigger and bigger, the visibility was extremely low, and a thick layer of ice and snow had accumulated on the ground, at least as thick as his calf.

"If you go, I'm afraid you won't be able to send much warmth."

Extremely bad snowstorms will block all road traffic, water pipes will freeze and crack, water supply will stop, and electricity will probably also be cut off on a large scale. Water, electricity, food, roads, and communications will be cut off, and more than half of the entire human system will stop.

As for the animals and plants in the wild, if there is no variation, then it is estimated that there is no one in ten.

Tan Zhao stroked his train of thought, took out a piece of paper, and wrote down the timeline after the end of the world: "Ten days ago, more than half of the human race in the world fell into a high fever coma, people fell into panic, social operations stopped, hospitals and other public facilities The area is probably the place with the most zombies."

Wu Huan took over the conversation and said: "Five days ago, the temperature soared rapidly, people who fell into a coma woke up one after another, a few became supernatural beings, most of them became zombies, without consciousness, only the instinct of eating and attacking, Amitabha .”

Tan Zhao wrote down the timeline of this early morning on the paper: "Today, that is, the third five days, the temperature dropped sharply, and all the zombies on the road disappeared. Maybe they were sensed before."

So, on an optimistic guess, five days of freezing weather?

Tan Zhao felt that he needed to go outside to see, at least to contact living people and collect more information.So he put away the pen and paper, and said: "If you are idle, you are idle, so I will accompany you for a walk."

Wu Huan clasped his hands together, showing a standard Buddhist smile.

The two ransacked half of the vegetable and fruit supermarket last night, and because the temperature dropped, they directly stayed overnight in the supermarket.Pushing the door open and going out, even if Tan Zhao used spiritual power to protect his body, his body felt a little cold.

This demonic weather lasts for five days, how many people will die?

"Amitabha, Lord Chu, let's go."

Wu Huan was slightly shorter than Tan Zhao now, about 178cm in height, and when she stepped out, her leg sank into the snow.

Tan Zhaoshen raised his hand: "Are you okay?"

Wu Huan took a step back and stood firm, shaking her head: "Thank you, I'm fine, little monk."

...Honestly speaking, it's very cold legs.

Tan Zhao suddenly felt a little regretful. If the zombies were still there, maybe he could try zombie sledding. Hey, it's a pity.

System: ... as long as you are happy :).

[As you said yourself, zombies are unconscious and belong to non-human beings, so they are not included in my taboo of killing people, that is to say, their souls are no longer there. ]

System: That's it, that's right, you should have discovered that humans quickly turned into zombies because the zombie virus quickly devoured energy in the human body, and zombies took on the appearance of skinny walking corpses.

[I found it, and the energy devoured by the zombie virus will gather in the brain, that pink crystal nucleus, right? ]

System: You guessed it.

There is nothing to guess. Tan Zhao grabbed the little monk who was about to continue walking, and handed over a hat because he couldn't see it: "Put it on, it looks really cold. I saw ski equipment in the warehouse of the supermarket last night. You Can you ski?"

Of course, skiing in this kind of place is impossible in reality, but it can't stand the unscientific apocalypse and the young monk's dishonesty, so he can only try a little bit.

Being stuffed with a woolen cap, it was still the red one, and Wu Huan rarely showed a look of astonishment on his face, but after hesitating for a moment, he put it on very honestly: "Is it strange?"

Tan Zhao shook his head immediately: "No, it's very conspicuous, it's pretty good."

The little monk with red lips and white teeth is wearing a red wool cap, well, he looks at least three years younger.

"I don't know how to ski, but I can try it." The little monk said seriously.

Try this word, in Tan's dictionary, it means meeting.

Half an hour later, the two " galloped" one after the other on a vast expanse of whiteness.The former steel forest was covered with ice and snow, and the snow had blocked the entrances and exits of most areas. The thermometer that Tan Zhao had just brought out was scrapped within half a minute.

Tan Zhao followed Wuhuan into the nearest community.

The neighborhood was covered in whiteness, and it was hard to tell where the Dumentang was. Tan Zhao watched the little monk struggling to enter a residential building, and he followed suit.

"Someone."

This is not surprising, the end of the world has only started less than half a month ago, and many people have the habit of hoarding food at home. Knowing the dangers outside, most people will choose to stay at home and wait for rescue.

Tan Zhao checked the electric meter boxes on the floor, and sure enough, the power grid had been cut off because of the high load on the power grid.

"power cut."

Although there is no wind and snow in the corridor, it is still very cold, and the temperature keeps dropping.

Wuhuan hugged her little red riding hood and started to walk up.

In the residential building, there were zombies, but they were not moving, as if they had entered a "sleep mode", Wuhuan overcame the zombies and knocked on the door of the first house.

As expected, no one opened the door.

Tan Zhao said silently: Send warmth?

Wu Huan continued to walk up, and when he reached the top floor, it was already half an hour later.

"What are you sure about?" Tan Zhao heard his own voice.

Wu Huan arrived at the door, with neither sadness nor joy on his face, he said a Buddhist gatha before saying, "Someone has fallen into a coma."

"High fever?" Tan Zhao's words were completely probing.

Wu Huan seemed unconscious, nodding.

The little monk is really not easy.

The two turned over two more buildings. There were some sober people, and quite a few, but none opened the door for them.

"Where to go next?"

Wu Huan thought for a while, then pointed to the east by south direction: "There."

When he arrived at the place, Tan Zhao understood why the little monk came here, because there was a large supermarket here, and there was a team in the supermarket warehouse, including ordinary people, people with supernatural powers, and comatose fever patients.

Wu Huan is obviously no stranger to this place, so he just went up there with such a big lala.

System: You can too.

[You're itchy, aren't you? ]

Wu Huan came back unexpectedly quickly, Tan Zhao didn't even say a word to the system, and Little Red Riding Hood appeared, um, it was really conspicuous.

"Not staying?"

Wu Huan shook his head, with some doubts on his face: "They are not in danger. The monk informed the news. What should be done has been done. Why did the monk stay?"

"Send warmth?"

The little monk nodded: "I found out where there are generators and printers, will benefactor Chu know how to use them?"

Half an hour later, Tan Zhao looked at a stack of "Guidelines for Doomsday Attention" written by himself, sending warmth = posting small advertisements, handing out leaflets? !

This is a really unexpected series.

Tan Zhao didn't expect that the little monk had quite a lot of flower heads, but then again: "Now zombies won't appear because of the sound, so why don't you find a speaker and play the recording directly?"

The sound of "click" was the sound of the fountain pen falling from the little monk's hand.

While looking for the speakers, Tan Zhao found a machine capable of playing video tapes. He had already read the files brought out by the court, so he didn't have too many clues. He wondered if the video tapes could give him some key information.

"Benefactor Chu will definitely get what he wants."

The little monk was still wearing the little red hat, and Tan Zhao could feel the other party's seriousness: "What did your Buddha say?"

But Wu Huan shook his head: "You don't need a Buddha, even a monk will know."

...Is this to increase his favorability?

It's not hard to find speakers, you can find them in any small commodity market, and they have the kind of loud volume level that you can walk around in the streets and alleys. Once you put them in the corridor, there are absolutely no dead ends.

"Blessing benefactors, Gui'an..."

For the next four days, the temperature was getting lower and the snow was getting thicker and thicker every day. At the earliest, some supernatural beings would risk their lives, but now there were only the two of them and that high-decibel loudspeaker on the street.

"Tomorrow is the fifth day."

In the past four days, they walked all over the urban area of ​​City C, and now only the old urban area where the Chu family is located is left.The houses in the old city are too brittle and have been crushed by the heavy snow. Of course, there are not many people living here, but what Tan Zhao didn't expect was that there were still people on duty at the police station.

What a dedication.

"Wu Huan, turn off the speaker first..."

Before Tan Zhao could finish speaking, the window on the third floor of the police station was opened a crack.

It was the face of a young policeman, and it must have been a determined man.

When Tan Zhao was making a judgment in his heart, when the other party saw his face, he opened all the windows and shouted: "Chu Sui, don't run—"

The sound is loud, and even with such a loud speaker noise, it can still be heard very clearly.

acquaintance?

Tan Zhao looked through Chu Sui's memory carefully, and found that he was really an acquaintance.

That being the case, of course he wouldn't run away. On the contrary, Tan Zhao gestured directly at Wuhuan, tapped his toes a few times, and landed on the edge of the window on the third floor of the police station.

The next moment, he was pulled into it vigorously.

The window was closed vigorously, and Tan Zhao looked up, only to see that he was next to a small sun, and there was a small generator not far away.

"Officer Wang, long time no see."

In just a short while, Wang Lihua's face was already stiff with cold, he slowed down for a long time before he said, "Chu Sui, it really is you."

In Chu Sui's memory, Officer Wang was the only person who believed in him and helped him find evidence, but the other party did not show up at all after the trial.

"Did you really kill the person?"

The two looked at each other, and Tan Zhao sat cross-legged on the ground with a very calm expression on his face: "No."

"Then why do you admit it!"

Tan Zhao organized his words and said, "Actually, I probably want to know the answer to this question more than you do."