6

Did not spend the night in the end times, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical plant was impregnable.

Returning to Hyundai's own rental house, the sky outside the window is indeed setting sun, and there is only a blush left in the sky.

"The time really is in sync."

Zombie uncle and Lu Chuan left unchanged, still sitting up straight.

Since returning, Lu Chuan fell into deep thought.

In the rental house, one big and one small just sat like this, and no one made a sound. One is a wood carving, and the other has a changing face from time to time, as if he is sorting out some problems that are bothering him in his mind.

"Gu...gu gu..."

The hunger from his stomach made Lu Chuan absolutely came back to his senses from contemplation.

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched, laughed.

"I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan touched his stomach. This incident happened on the long-distance car. Until now, he has been running and jumping all the way, and he has long been stomach rumbling. with hunger.

Put down the things in mind, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.

Single dogs have no habit of cooking by themselves.

In addition, it is too late now, I glanced at the time, it is already 7:30 in the evening.

No accident, zombie uncle followed Lu Chuan, almost followed closely Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential area is that it is lively, which belongs to the liveliness of the low-level people.

At half past seven, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys are already open for business, and people are surging everywhere. All kinds of aromas float on the streets and alleys. I don't know how many people who are late from get off work will choose to fill their stomachs at these stalls.

"…"

Lu Chuan looked at the surging heads here, but what he thought of was the scene he saw in the last days.

The large number of people means that the number of zombies is also large. If a disaster occurs, the population density here, China and India, the populous countries, is definitely the most tragic place.

Finding a familiar booth to sit down, Lu Chuan shouted: "Uncle Luo, the same way."

"Five minutes." Uncle Luo is a thin middle The age person, after answering Lu Chuan's words, skillfully opened the fire, the fire was too large, the head of the pot was engulfed, and a small spoon of oil was put in, and the whole pot became a fire sea.

Uncle Luo's family has been operating here for more than ten years, and the popularity is very good, and the business has been good.

Uncle Luo is in charge of the chef, while Aunt Luo is in charge of chopping and side dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is in college, and his daughter is Luo Juan, who is in the third year of high school. Every night, he helps out at the stall, pours tea and water, and delivers delicious food made by father to the diners.

Well, it's actually the role of the waiter.

"Lu Chuan, you haven't been here for a while, are you alright?" Aunt Luo lifted the head and asked with concern.

zombie uncle stood dryly beside Lu Chuan, and under Lu Chuan's command, he sat down to the opposite side of Lu Chuan again, and sat upright as well.

"Lu Chuan, drink some water."

Two cups of large-leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and zombie uncle, Luo Juan shook her hair and returned to the chair she just got up from , apparently lack of interest in Lu Chuan's absence for a few days.

Lu Chuan's dinner, most likely to be settled here, will be familiar after a year.

In normal times, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan a few times, but today Lu Chuan's head has always been thinking about the biochemical factory, and naturally he has no such thoughts.

Lu Chuan laughed and said: "Aunt, I went back to my hometown."

Aunt Luo also smiled: "It's good to go back, see your parents more."

Lu Chuan laughed. p>

Uncle Luo's time is indeed very accurate. Saying five minutes means putting a plate of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan after five minutes.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. After taking a few bites, he remembered something. When he looked up, he saw zombie uncle sitting upright with no expression on his face.

"Oh."

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, and was so fascinated by things that he forgot about it.

Before Lu Chuan had been curious about whether to eat or not to eat in a modern zombie. At present, it seems that it is a problem that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. There is no way to guarantee the living expenses of two people with his own salary.

"Would you like one?" Lu Chuan asked.

zombie uncle stared blankly at Lu Chuan, his empty eyes didn't even blink.

Lu Chuan: "..."

A feeling of playing the lute for a cow, but Lu Chuan still pushed the fried noodles he just ate to the zombie uncle In front of him, he issued an instruction: "Eat."

zombie uncle mechanically extended the hand and grabbed the fried noodles.

"Chopsticks." Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

Zombie uncle stopped his arm, grabbed the chopsticks mechanically again, raised upwards towards the fried noodles, like a brat learning to eat, the way he held the chopsticks made Lu Chuan turn away from his face. Vice doesn't know this stuff.

It's really a shame, this act of using chopsticks is absolutely mentally retarded.

The table is full of fried noodles, Zombie Uncle's mouth is stuffed, and then he eats.

In essence, zombie uncle is a pretender system attached by a biochemical factory, but it still belongs to zombie. Zombies are monsters that can eat or not.

But looking at zombie uncle who had killed most of the fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost doubted whether the other party was a daoist.

Zombie eats fried noodles, you have to open your mind to think of this?

"It seems, really want to eat?"

Lu Chuan thought uncertainly, to verify, it will take a while, for example, starve it for three or five days?

"Uncle Luo, grill five lamb chops."

After more than ten minutes, the five roasted lamb chops came to Lu Chuan, who found the zombie uncle hollow His eyes finally reacted for the first time, and they turned.

Five roasted lamb chops, just five minutes before and after, entered the stomach of zombie uncle.

Bake again.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Ten chicken legs and five fried noodles.

Zombie uncle's stomach, like a bottomless pit, gave Lu Chuan a sense of collapse, simply a rice bucket, thirty lamb chops, plus other... a full ten people, that's all Eat it into the stomach.

A sense of crisis came to Lu Chuan's mind.

As far as I have less than 10,000 in savings, according to this speed and appetite, at most it will be half a month, and I will drink wind.

My salary is not enough to eat zombie uncle for three or five days.

Luo Juan has been keeping an eye on Lu Chuan, and now she is looking at the bones piled up like a hill, and the stack of plates, her mouth is open, this is the first time she has seen such a person who can eat arrive.

Lu Chuan's heart was bleeding as he checked out.

...

Back to the rental house, zombie uncle sat back on the chair again, straight as always.

Lu Chuan looked at the zombie uncle and didn't see a bulge in the stomach, so he stopped thinking about this worrying question. Anyway, the next thing to test is that the zombie uncle does not eat for three or five days. Will it be what result.

There are still two days left to ask for leave from the company, so I can study about zombie.

Opening the laptop he used in college, Lu Chuan ignored zombie uncle, typed zombie on Bai Niang, and pressed enter.

...

After one night, Lu Chuan did not close his eyes, his eyes were tired and bloodshot.

Lu Chuan looked for the zombies mentioned by the biochemical factory. The previous zombies still have information to check, but for the latter ones, there is no trace of them on the Internet. data of.

For example, meat shields, such as the mother body, what are these zombies?

Don't think about it, and know they're not simple.

But where they are not simple and what kind of abilities they have, Lu Chuan has no idea. Before the biochemical factory is unlocked, it can only rely on guessing, and no specific information can be obtained.

The products in the biochemical factory come from the end times.

That is to say, zombies in biochemical factories will exist in the end times.

The perils of the last days can be seen in general.

Zombies like the meat shield and the mother body are still too far away from Lu Chuan and can be considered later.

Lu Chuan's attention is not too much on these late zombies, but on the front.

In addition to the information, Lu Chuan is still on the Internet, looking for the methods given by countless keyboard warriors about hunting zombies, these methods are all kinds of strange things, but in Lu Chuan's view, some methods are still relatively reliable.

After learning about zombie's habits overnight, I have some confidence.

Unfortunately, Lu Chuan tried a few times. When teleporting the apocalypse, he has no right to carry items other than clothes. When teleporting, it will be automatically cleared.

Otherwise, with modern tools, the hunt of three zombies will solve the problem in minutes.

"Storage space can only be used after activating the biochemical factory." Lu Chuan shook his head, regretting that this exciting feature is now unavailable.

Since I can only be alone, I can only find a way in the end times.

Be careful, plus planning, Lu Chuan still has a lot of confidence. Even the way back, Lu Chuan also thought about it, the magic of the biochemical factory is impregnable, unless it is unfortunate to get into a zombie like a tyrant, the ordinary zombie cannot break through the alloy wall around the biochemical factory, what is the problem? Hide in a biochemical plant.

No more, back to modern times.