Saying goodbye to rabbits for the time being, I also began to face the world for the first time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After all, what she said was meant to get enough attention from me who had a weapon. Whether it's an exaggeration or not, I'm going to take it one step at a time.

Ten hours to explore all five places, and she really looked up to me and let me do trouble.

"Self-discipline, self-discipline, small self-discipline. Get the map out now, don't tell me you didn't save that map. I lowered my voice and tried to call out self-discipline. The existence of self-discipline is my biggest hole card, and I don't dare to tell her openly in front of the rabbits: "In fact, my memory and computing skills are also very good, more powerful than the computer."

I can't be that stupid.

Standing on a fake tree next to him with a bucket of popcorn when he appeared, he said to me impatiently: "Can you stop calling me so awkwardly, what do you need a biological computer to do, you just say a 'command' and what you want the computer to do, I'm maintaining it." I'm so busy that I'm dying, how can I have time to chat with you and fart. ”

"You threw away that bucket of popcorn and then told me you're busy?"

"I'm willing, can you handle it?" he glared at me angrily, and then disappeared again.

I didn't want to see him anyway, so I used this command, I cleared my throat and said, "Command, show the map just recorded." ”

After finishing speaking, another line of parameters that were useless but looked powerful floated in front of me.

After a quick progress bar, I had a detailed map in the upper left corner of my field of vision, with the center origin flashing with me. The map is translucent, and it automatically zooms in when I focus on it, and it spreads out a part of it when I focus it on other places.

Opening my mouth to have such a convenient function is a gift from the god of laziness.

With my pistol loaded and dagger in my hand, I began to scout along the way.

When I first came to this world, I thought this world was what my original world was like after the outbreak of the virus, but if you look closely, you can still see the difference.

For example, their utensils, they don't eat cooking often. Because I didn't see the high-waisted cooking pan after looking around, the grill and frying pan were placed in the hot sales area. And in order to match the use of grill frying pans, their stoves also tend to dissipate fumes for food and more simply skim off excess grease stains, many of the design details are not beyond the imagination of the masters who have been immersed in this door for a long time.

Unfortunately, though, I don't like things that are too greasy. I'd better choose to eat noodles and dumplings. A big bowl of soup and water, not enough to add more, how comfortable it is......

No, no, no, no, I'm distracted. Let others or infected people see me touching a pot and be stunned, and I can't die of embarrassment or death......

Throwing those thoughts out of my head, I continued to walk forward. I looked at the places that the rabbit pointed out to me to probe are close to the maintenance areas of various brands of electronic products, and it seems that she is still very concerned about whether the radio station can be repaired.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, I finally arrived at the nearest exploration point.

I looked at the countdown -- there were nine hours and thirty minutes to go.

Well, there are no infected people. It looks safe, I looked at it again and asked the self-discipline to check it again, and finally I was relieved to go to the electronic product maintenance area in this place to find maintenance tools. But let me find a tool...... What are you looking for? I don't know that.

I pretended to say, "Instructions, retrieve the list of tools needed to repair the radio station." ”

After the progress bar was turned, my voice told me coldly: "There is no such data storage, please enter the relevant data to establish a search database." ”

Yes, I knew it couldn't be so omnipotent. You can use a jack-of-all-trades to write a new book, how can you be reduced to a broken supporting character who can only pant and lose her temper.

It seems that it would be best to go to any world in the future and go through all the books in their library first.

I had a new harvest, but after knowing that I had a new trouble to do in the future, my mood became extremely irritable.

What a desperate ...... I don't know how much time it will take to turn the books one by one, and I'm afraid that I will be annoyed to turn the books before I finish the task. I rummaged around and couldn't find the tool I was looking for, and it seems that there is nothing to stay in this place. I took one last look and simply turned around and left.

The second, third, and fourth checkpoints that took four hours were fine, and there were no tools I could use, and I couldn't remove the only vise that looked useful.

Check the fifth checkpoint. I went to the maintenance area anyway, where I finally found a similar book on machine principles for automatics to enter. The method of typing is more troublesome than you think, and you must read every word clearly before it can be entered. It's scummy not to be able to read it all over and remember it like Dr.Who does.

I thought that self-discipline like a plug-in would have so many restrictions, and I was a little disappointed.

Well, no, Autociphery has flagged some suspicious strings. Looking along the ropes, the firing mechanism of a simple handmade trap crossbow was connected to the ropes, and if one was not careful, he would definitely be injured by the bolts of the crossbow. What worries me is that the arrow is not clearly marked, and even if a human passes by here and is not careful, it may be killed.

This means that there are also two or more small groups in this place that are hostile to other survivors. After all, this kind of crossbow can't be made and arranged by one person.

They won't find out about it, right...... I'm getting more and more worried.

The little bit of heart that I could let go of when I met the rabbit disappeared without a trace, and all that was left was the worry about Meng Meng and the pressure of meeting Meng Meng as soon as possible.

Or......

Use yourself as bait to kill all those people who are hostile to the survivors first? Anyway, you have self-discipline, isn't it easy to kill a few people or something?

For some reason, I felt a chill in my heart when I thought of such a solution, and I shook my head to get rid of that unusually evil feeling.

Since I think of this, let's use a compromise solution, and I may be able to talk to them about cooperation.

I'm pretending to lie here not to attract those people to come and kill them, but to reason with them.

There is a lot of disharmony in always fighting and killing, and now we should unite all the forces that we should unite.

I lay on my stomach on the ground and used the sonar-like mapping plug-in I gave myself to "watch" if there were any living people around. It's a pity that there are no living people, and a few infected people seem to smell my scent and move around. I don't dare to come out, for fear that the infected will find out that the "dead man" at their feet is still a breathless, and if these things are discovered, then my plan to lure the other survivors over is over.

In order not to be noticed, I could only breathe with a minimum, barely visible amount of lung activity. It's a pity that the effect of breathing like this is even worse than holding my breath, and I just took a few breaths like this and started to lack oxygen. My diaphragm forced me to breathe a lot of air, and my sanity forced me not to do anything stupid that would cause the infected to find out.

The confrontation between instinct and reason was the triumph of reason over instinct after all, and the infected who didn't know what sound they heard hurriedly ran over, leaving me alone here. "See" that the infected people are finally gone, I can finally take a long breath. After thinking about it, it's not a matter of lying on my stomach like this, and waiting for the rabbit or something is not suitable for me, so I was ready to get up, but if I didn't move my position, my body was numb for too long, and I didn't dare to move.

"Yo, are you willing to lie on your stomach for so long?" a voice teased me sneeringly.

Is there anyone else who can escape the scrutiny of self-discipline?

But it seems to be ...... I haven't used this much, I don't know what I'm doing with this thing?

I shook my body and moved all my stiff muscles. Stood up cheerfully.

I looked around and found no one to speak, and I couldn't help but wonder.

"Little girl, lift your head and you will see your uncle and me. The voice teased me.

The enemy is above!I subconsciously took out the Glock and waited for an opportunity.

I looked up and saw a masked man in a strange light costume coming out from behind a tall cabinet. As soon as I saw him, I subconsciously started shooting, of course, I didn't kill him directly, just to scare him. This guy is as nimble as a monkey, and the few shots I fired at his feet for demonstration were dodged by him, and he didn't even touch him a little dust.

Seeing how nimble he was to dodge, I also wanted to test his limits and started shooting at his body. He seemed to know that the first few shots were a temptation, and that this shot was really going to hurt him. He gave me a meaningful look, but he didn't stop.

I ran out of bullets from the gun in my right hand, and I didn't want to reload it, so I raised my left hand.

"Command! Motion prediction!" I commanded Self-Discipline in this way.

Self-discipline didn't disappoint me at the critical moment, he quickly calculated the various landing points that the masked man might appear in a second, and gave the most likely point according to the way he moved. Although I was not comfortable with a gun in my left hand, with the help of self-discipline, his movements were obviously embarrassed.

It's a pity that such pleasure didn't last long.

The bullets ran out quickly, and at this point the self-discipline alerted me that a wave of infected people had heard the gunshots coming.

I watched Glock, who was out of bullets and showed an empty position, and just as he tried to reload, he was caught by the man. He lunged down and lunged to me, and just as I was about to pull out my dagger and fight back, he held a katana to my throat.

"The little sharpshooter was caught by the big uncle. He looked at me with a smile in his eyes.

I snorted coldly: "You're also embarrassed, tell you." Immediately, a wave of infected people was drawn to the sound of my gunshots. According to my prediction, there may be special infected people with strong mutation ability inside. If you kill me now, you alone with a knife will not survive the attacks of those special infected people one after another. ”

Still smiling, he lowered the knife from my neck.

I was about to change my bullets to fend off this wave of infected people, and he reached out to stop me.

"Save your bullets, little sharpshooter. He drew another katana from behind his back.

"Let me show you Uncle. ”