The little wolf dog is always attacking the account

After all, Grandpa Zhang’s bungalow has not been lived in for a long time. Although Zhang Zhi hired someone to clean it regularly, but he was not in Letan City, the part-time workers he hired cut corners and did not clean the room very clean, resulting in dust everywhere.

Several people started to clean up, and soon cleaned up the house, giving it a brand new look.

Zhang Zhi wrung out the towel, looked up at the tidy room, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This is the place where he grew up, and he spent the happiest time with his grandfather here. Now he can set foot again with his lover and trustworthy friends. Rejoice instead.

He once wanted to bring Qin Chi back here, but now his wish has finally come true.

"Brother Zhi, the quilt on the bed is a little damp, I'll take it out to dry in the sun, and change it to the one in the space, do you think it's okay?"

"it is good."

Qin Chi put the quilts outside the house to dry, then took out the air-conditioning quilts and pillow mats in the space, and spread them on the four beds one by one.

Seeing noon, Ba Ping happily took out the ingredients and some dried vegetables from the freezer, and went to the kitchen to cook with the top kitchen utensils he dreamed of. Lao Yuan turned on the TV leisurely and lay on the soft sofa to watch a movie.

After getting Zhang Zhi's permission, Wen Jia went to Grandpa Zhang's study to look for books to read. Mu Zi was still working on Doomsday Massacre 4 and was bound to clear the level within tonight.

There is probably no one else who can live so leisurely in the last days except them.

Standing upstairs, Zhang Zhi could see everyone's state at a glance.

If there were no such people, he might be infected by the zombies on the first day when the zombies appeared, but Qin Chi didn't give up on him who would only slow him down, and Lao Yuan and others didn't dislike him who was useless. To have such a lover And friends, he was really lucky.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhi felt a little sad again.

It would be great if he could be stronger.

Qin Chi put his luggage away, came out of the bedroom, and saw him standing in front of the railing in a daze at a glance.

"Brother Zhi, didn't you say you were going to visit a neighbor to buy weapons from him?" Qin Chi walked over and put his arms around his waist, "Brother probably won't be able to cook for a while, should we go to the neighbor first?" That?"

It will be very sunny outside in the afternoon, so it is best not to leave the shelter if you have nothing to do, so as not to be roasted off a layer of skin.

Zhang Zhi glanced at the neighbor, "Shall we go now?"

That's right, it's meal time, so everyone should stay at home.

Although the nearby zombies had been cleaned up, Qin Chi still didn't dare to take it lightly. He put his pistol on his waist, put on jackets with Zhang Zhi, said hello to the others, and went out.

The weather is so hot that I can't feel it in the air-conditioned room, but as soon as I open the door, the heat waves hit me.Zhang Zhi stepped on the ground, feeling that the soles of his feet were about to melt.

After standing at the door for less than 30 seconds, both of their foreheads were covered with sweat.This kind of weather didn't evaporate the zombies, which showed how tenacious the vitality of the zombies was.

The outside world is like a huge steamer, and people will soon become familiar when standing in it.Qin Chi was panting from the heat, Zhang Zhi was not much better, his glasses were covered with mist from sweat, and his eyes were blurred.

Zhang Zhi took off his glasses, and took Qin Chi to the neighbor's house quickly.

This neighbor does not live in a small bungalow like the rich people around him, but a tin house that is incompatible with the surrounding buildings.

This kind of house looks like a big junkyard, and it looks dilapidated from the outside.However, in this kind of wealthy gathering place, this kind of building has not been demolished, which shows that the identity of the owner is not simple.

The three sides other than the front of the tin house are surrounded by thick iron sheets, and there is only one rolling door for entry and exit.

Zhang Zhi walked to the door and slapped on the rolling shutter door a few times, and the rolling shutter door made a piercing sound.

The movement that they were used to in the past made the other residents startled, and they looked out of the window one after another.After seeing that the "culprit" was a human being, he retreated back home while cursing in a low voice.

Zhang Zhi knocked on the door again, "Uncle Deng, I'm Zhang Zhi, are you there?"

Qin Chi picked up a piece of waste cardboard and fanned Zhang Zhi, "Is he not here?"

"probably not."

As soon as Zhang Zhi finished speaking, the rolling door was rolled up from below, and then a curly-haired young man with a cute baby face looked at the two of them curiously, "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

Zhang Zhi didn't know the young man in front of him, so he reported his family name, "My name is Zhang Zhi, and I came to see Uncle Deng. Is he there?"

"Oh yes, he's taking a shit."

Zhang Zhi was embarrassed by the young man's straightforward words, but Qin Chi couldn't hold back and laughed.

The young man was not worried about whether the two were infected with the zombie virus, so he let them in without any vigilance.

Seeing that the young man seemed to be an acquaintance of Uncle Deng, Zhang Zhi told him not at ease, "The person knocking on the door may not necessarily be a human being, but it may also be a zombie. Be careful before opening the door next time."

The young man turned his head and smiled at him showing his teeth, "I know, but it's okay, we have a sense of proportion."

He said so, and Zhang Zhi couldn't continue exhorting him.

There are several old-fashioned large fans in the tin house. The old blades are whirling and whirling, but they have no effect on the abnormally high temperature day.

Standing in front of the fan, Qin Chi was sweating from the "warm wind" entwined with the heat wave. He stepped aside a little and asked casually, "Isn't there a power outage, or is it because our house has been unoccupied for a long time, so the power has been cut off?" ?”

"Did you just come back from out of town?" The young man said as he brought in an air cooler and plugged it in.

"Yes, from Luocheng."

"Oh, Luocheng, that place must be..." The young man moved the air outlet of the air cooler to Qinchi, and said, "Now Qingxing District is intermittently supplied with water and power, every day from 12 noon to 12 pm, and at night Electricity is supplied from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], and the water supply time is longer. If there is no unexpected situation, the water will be cut off from [-]:[-] at night to [-]:[-] in the morning."

Qin Chi nodded, indicating that he had written it down.

"Uncle Deng should be coming out soon, you guys sit down first." The young man said and took a can of cold beer for each of them, shaking it, "Drink?"

"I don't drink, thank you." Zhang Zhi politely refused, but Qin Chi stretched out his hand, took the can, tore off the tab, and took a hard gulp into his mouth.

It's so cool.

There was no sofa in the room, only a mat was spread on the floor. The two sat down cross-legged, and the young man sat on the small stool opposite them and asked, "What are you looking for with Uncle Deng?"

"I need some weapons, and I want to ask Uncle Deng for help." Zhang Zhi and Uncle Deng are old acquaintances, so they don't beat around the bush.

The young man smiled, "Do you know what Uncle Deng does?" Everyone in the neighborhood thought Uncle Deng was a bad old man who collected rags.

"When I was young, my grandfather brought me to visit Uncle Deng, and I saw him playing with guns." Zhang Zhi said cryptically.

The young man laughed again, nodded and said: "I see, you can tell me if you have anything to do, I am now Uncle Deng's successor."

Without any doubt, Zhang Zhi handed out the list he had made, "How long will it take to get these things?"

Qin Chi glanced at them, and saw that they were all cold weapons like axes.

"Brother Zhi, when did you make the list?"

"When you were driving, you also discussed it with Lao Yuan, and he added something."

In terms of familiarity with weapons, Zhang Zhi was far behind Lao Yuan.

The young man looked at it for a while, "It's not difficult, four or five days at most."

"Four or five days?" Qin Chi was a little surprised. Now it's the end of the world, and the traffic is paralyzed. Even if there is a way, it won't be possible to get it so quickly, right?

The young man saw through his thoughts and said, "The more chaotic the world is, the easier it is to get these things."

Moreover, these people earn their living by doing this kind of business, and they are all walking on the edge of the knife, and the end times have little impact on them.

Zhang Zhi nodded to show his understanding, and then asked, "So, in terms of compensation?"

Now that the money is worthless, I don't know what the youth will ask for in exchange.

Just as the young man was about to speak, an old voice came from behind.

"Oh, little bastard, what did you cook in the morning, seafood porridge, I'm afraid you were poisoned, I've been messing around all morning!"

The young man turned his head dumbfoundingly, "Master, it's obvious that you have a bad stomach. Look, I eat more than you. How come there is no problem at all?"

"Little bastard, I've learned to talk back to you! Believe it or not... Ouch, Ouch, I'm going to pull again!" The person who came was a gray-haired but energetic old man, who was clamping his buttocks, struggling Contracting the anal sphincter, his wrinkled old face turned blue-purple.

Zhang Zhi also looked over, "Uncle Deng?"

"Hehe, Xiao Zhang, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are more mature." The old man glanced at Qin Chi again, and there seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes, "Who is this child?"

"His name is Qin Chi, he's mine, heck, love." No matter how many times he introduces Qin Chi to his elders, Zhang Zhi blush a little.

Qin Chi bowed to Uncle Deng very politely, pretending to be a good student, "Hello, Uncle Deng."

Uncle Deng looked at Qin Chi a few more times, but said nothing.

Zhang Zhi stood up and said to Uncle Deng: "Uncle Deng, I need a batch of weapons. As for the reward, do you think I want gold or something else?"

He doesn't have any money right now, but if Uncle Deng wants something, the group of them can go to the city to "borrow".

Uncle Deng walked over holding his butt and supporting the wall, and waved his hands slowly, "Xiao Zhang, uncle will get you what you want. If you have good wine, just bring a bottle. There is no need."

Zhang Zhi didn't expect the "remuneration" to be so cheap, so he quickly said, "No, Uncle Deng, although the amount I want is not much, it is definitely not easy to get it, you..."

"Hey, my friendship with your grandfather is not worth this?" Uncle Deng walked up to the young man, picked up the list and glanced at it, "Don't think that Uncle Deng is old, but he is no worse than when he was young. It just so happens that someone wants a weapon, so I'll just pay more attention to it when I 'buy' it."

As the young man said, the more chaotic the world is, the more prosperous their business will be.Ever since the zombie rumors broke out in Kaicheng, Luocheng, Uncle Deng's orders have already exceeded people's imagination. If he hadn't been familiar with Zhang Zhi, he wouldn't even bother to take care of what Zhang Zhi wanted.