This zombie looks different

Ignoring Xue Weiwei's grievance, Zhong Qiuchen saw that it was impossible to leave here in a short time, so he took off the bag he was carrying on his back.

His bag was the bulkiest among them, because it contained not only his change of clothes, but also ingredients.

The food stored in the safe house before was enough for him to eat for a month if he was alone, but after Mo Ansen and the others appeared, the food reserves decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was not much left before departure, Zhong Qiuchen felt very distressed .

Before leaving, that little thing was just enough to hold all of it.

Carefully opening the backpack, Zhong Qiuchen was thinking about how much to distribute to Mo Ansen and Xue Weiwei, they were both so edible, he would eat a meal just by opening the backpack.

Mo Ansen noticed, looked over, and immediately frowned when he saw the situation in the backpack.

"What's the matter?" Xue Erwei had noticed that Zhong Qiuchen was opening the bag, and they had been eating the big family since they met Zhong Qiuchen, and he was already hungry after a whole morning of tossing around.

Zhong Qiuchen shook his head, and took out the extra iron chain in the bag.The iron chains he used to bind Mo Ansen before were thrown in the safe house.

"Why are you carrying chains?" Xue Weiwei was puzzled, they all wished to pack lightly, but Zhong Qiuchen was lucky enough to still stuff chains in his bag, because the luggage was not heavy enough?

"How much did he take?" Mo Ansen asked, ignoring Xue Weiwei's question.

Zhong Qiuchen didn't want to say it at first. After all, everything was gone, so it would be meaningless to say more now, but when Mo Ansen asked, he answered naturally, "Nearly half of it. I used to have potatoes and three cans in it."

The man in the vest stole good things, the potatoes were full and the only fresh food, and the cans were full of meat.

"What...you mean that bastard stole the food?" Xue Weiwei finally understood. He jumped up and down, not caring about Mo Ansen, so he hurried over to pull Zhong Qiuchen's bag to see the situation.

"The things were packed in advance overnight, and I didn't check them in the morning." Zhong Qiuchen let out a breath.

He looked at the quiver by his leg, and he was running out of arrows.

He didn't have a long-range weapon, so he made his own bow and arrow. He had a total of more than ten arrows before, but he broke two when he shot Mo Ansen, and used four or five after he set off. The bags are all empty.

"That bastard! Don't let me catch him..." Xue Weiwei cursed.

Zhong Qiuchen took out a bag of biscuits from her bag, tore it open and put it on the coffee table.

The biscuits were packaged in a large package, which looked quite a lot, but it was not enough for three people, especially when the packaging bag was covered with a plastic box that took up space, the three of them barely ate enough with water.

After eating, Xue Weiwei cursed again and was tired after a while, lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

Zhong Qiuchen got up and went to the window to look downstairs, the movement downstairs has not stopped, just like countless raindrops falling into the lake, creating countless splashes.

Fortunately, those zombies didn't find a clear target. They went around the downstairs a few times and couldn't find them. After yelling at each other for a while, the initial madness disappeared.

Zhong Qiuchen withdrew his gaze, and just as he was about to turn around, he met Mo Ansen's profile.

Mo Ansen had come to him at some point, followed his line of sight and looked down. The sunlight fell on his side face, making his black pupils transparent.

"It probably won't be quiet until tomorrow. I'll rest here tonight and continue tomorrow." Mo Ansen said.

Zhong Qiuchen came back to his senses, "Yes."

The two were too close, and his breath swept across Mo Ansen's face.

Mo Ansen looked over, and Zhong Qiuchen saw his reflection in his eyes.

"I'll go out later." Zhong Qiuchen looked away.

"go out?"

"See if there is anything to eat." Zhong Qiuchen returned to the sofa and sat down.

This is a vegetable market, so there must be food, but six years is enough to corrode most of the food. Even if it escapes the wind, rain and corruption, the shelf life has passed long ago, and whether it can be eaten is also a problem.

Mo Ansen's lips moved. There are zombies everywhere in this place. Walking around at this time is looking for death. If it was someone else, he would have said sarcastically, making him want to die and don't hurt him. But looking at Zhong Qiuchen's face in front of him, he didn't say anything. What.

The two of them were not talking, and they each found a place to sleep under Xue Erwei's slight snoring.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, after the downstairs gradually quieted down, Zhong Qiuchen quietly went out the door.

The downstairs of this building is rented out as a warehouse, and the middle floors are various offices, and various non-office offices are next to each other.The situation on the fifth floor is similar, but the layout should be used to receive "leaders".

Zhong Qiuchen searched from room to room along the corridor, and found a lot of tea leaves on the fifth floor, but most of them were moldy, and he was not interested in the well-preserved ones, no matter how full they were.

On the third and fourth floors, Zhong Qiuchen found some hidden snacks, such as chicken feet with pickled peppers, dried spicy fish, tofu skin, chocolate, candy, and biscuits, but all of them had expired.

The candy turned into a pile and stuck in the bag, many of which had been unpacked before, and were even rotten and dry.

Putting the few food that looked edible into the bag, Zhong Qiuchen continued down.

There were already many zombies on the second floor, especially in the corridor, Zhong Qiuchen didn't bother to provoke them, and went back upstairs.

He originally thought about finding some materials that could be used to make arrows, but this idea also fell through.

When he went back, Xue Erwei had just woken up, seeing him take out something, Xue Erwei's eyes lit up immediately.

Xue Weiwei chose a bag of snacks, tore open the bag and sniffed it. The aroma of chili oil made his Adam's apple roll, and he tore off a small piece of dried fish and threw it into his mouth, "Well, you can eat it! It really is this kind of snack, You said the preservatives in it are so fragrant... I haven't eaten this stuff for many years."

While talking, Xue Weiwei folded the opening of the packaging bag and put it back on the table with a look of reluctance. This is their dinner at night.

Probably because he got enough sleep in the afternoon, Xue Weiwei kept nagging after he woke up, thinking about the time from antiseptics all the way to the Manchu Banquet, until Mo Ansen was so annoyed by him that he shut up embarrassingly.

At around six o'clock in the evening, the downstairs gradually became quiet as night fell.

Under the afterglow, the three of them shared a few packs of snacks that Zhong Qiuchen brought back in the afternoon, and each separately found a place to nest and eat.

Candy is high in calories, especially chocolate. In addition to chocolate, the three of them also received a small package of snacks, including dried fish and tofu skin.

Xue Weiwei ate very deliciously. The smell of chili oil and preservatives in his memory made him want to stop, but Mo Ansen was not interested. He was not a person who liked to eat such heavy snacks, let alone eat them as meals.

Eating casually, Mo Ansen habitually looked at Zhong Qiuchen.

Zhong Qiuchen seemed to be unable to eat spicy food, her overly fair face was shrouded in a layer of blush, her lips were flushed, and her tongue was secretly sticking out to breathe.

Mo Ansen looked back, he glanced at the chocolate on his lap, took it and threw it over.

Zhong Qiuchen reacted quickly and had already caught it when he realized it.

Recognizing that it was a piece of chocolate, Zhong Qiuchen looked at Mo Ansen suspiciously, but the latter had no intention of explaining it at all.

After eating the contents of the bag, Mo Ansen crumpled up the bag and threw it away. After drinking another saliva, he closed his eyes and meditated.

Zhong Qiuchen looked at Mo Ansen, then at the extra chocolate in his hand, carefully placed the chocolate next to the chocolate he had allocated, let the two pieces of chocolate sit side by side, and continued to eat while breathing heavily.

After eating the package of snacks, Zhong Qiuchen put two pieces of chocolate into his pocket. His appetite was smaller than that of Mo Ansen and the others, so he saved a little at a time, and he could save a lot over time.

At night, the three of them lined up to watch the night, with Mo Ansen in the first shift, Xue Weiwei in the second shift, and Zhong Qiuchen in the morning.

Because I have to get up early, I go to bed early in mid-autumn morning when it gets dark.

After walking all morning, he was indeed a little tired, and fell into a light sleep as soon as he lay down.

Waking up again, Zhong Qiuchen was woken up by Xue Weiwei. He had not slept deeply, but he woke up as soon as Xue Weiwei approached him before his hand touched him.

"You didn't just sleep, did you?" Xue Weiwei muttered while pointing to the window, "It's almost dawn."

In the early summer, the dawn was early, and the window was already foggy and white. In fact, it was only four o'clock in the morning.

After waking Zhong Qiuchen up, Xue Weiwei and Zhong Qiuchen muttered a few words, yawned, and lay down to sleep.

When Zhong Qiuchen rubbed his face and got up, he looked up and saw Mo Ansen busy in front of the sofa. He didn't know where he got a pile of iron and was fiddling there.

The originally hard iron block turned into a paper-like existence when it came to him, and was bent and bent by him at will.He moved very slowly and softly in order to keep his voice as low as possible.It made everything look very weird.

Sensing his sight, Mo Ansen glanced at Zhong Qiuchen, and then continued to torment him.

Zhong Qiuchen is not a talkative person. Although he also wondered why Mo Ansen didn't sleep, he didn't care too much. He got up and went to the window to see the situation downstairs, then found a place to sit down, and watched his night quietly. .

Counting the time, Zhong Qiuchen called Xue Erwei up at six o'clock, ate something briefly, and the three of them were ready to go.

Before setting off, Zhong Qiuchen finally figured out what Mo Ansen was tossing about when he didn't sleep at night. At some point, there was a bunch of arrows twisted with iron bars on the side of the sofa.

The arrows are all iron bars "cut" directly from the iron sheet. Only the head and tail are shaped, the tail is feathered, and the head is twisted into a spiral arrow.

"Can it work?" Mo Ansen looked at Zhong Qiuchen.

His ability is more suitable for large-scale attacks, and he rarely uses it for such delicate tasks. This is the first time, and it wastes a lot of his effort.

Zhong Qiuchen's eyes lit up when he got the arrow. He has been trying to replenish his quiver, but he has not found the right material.

"En." Zhong Qiuchen put the arrows on the bow and tried them out. The arrows were completely made according to his previous arrows, except for the weight and the spiral head at the front of the arrow tip, which was almost exactly the same as his previous arrows.

Zhong Qiuchen looked at Mo Ansen, Mo Ansen might be a good man at home.

"Let's go." Mo Ansen clapped his hands and stood up.

Xue Weiwei looked at the arrows that Zhong Qiuchen kept stuffing into his quiver, and then at Mo Ansen. He opened his mouth and thought about asking Mo Ansen to get him a knife. His gun was snatched by the man in the vest. Anson swallowed silently with his gloomy face that didn't sleep all night.

He looked down at the pile of scrap iron damaged during the production process at his feet, and silently picked up two wider and more pleasing ones and put them on.