Thundered......

The unusual sound of shaking frightened all the inmates in the prison.

At this moment, they felt the ground tremble violently under their feet, and the pots and pans on the table were rattling.

"There's an earthquake in there too?"

Uncle Li's footsteps were steady, and he shouted loudly: "Stop for me, it'll be fine." ”

An interpreter next to him shouted again in English.

This time, there are too many people in the biochemical world, and the English speakers far exceed the Chinese speakers.

Sure enough, the voice of the warden echoed in the sky: "The earth extends, and in the future, you will have more room for movement." ”

Just this sentence, whatever they can guess, for the prisoners, the prison director has to have this kind of compulsion, and he can't talk too much.

The more mysterious, the greater the sense of awe. In fact, many prisoners don't even know who the person who caught them is really who.

The entire prison island has become ten times larger, originally 200 meters long and 100 meters wide, but now it has been adjusted by Tang Feng to be 600 meters long and more than 300 meters wide.

The men's prison is larger and larger, while the women's prison is relatively smaller, and of course an area has to be set aside for storage.

The so-called sky has also become taller, from the original 100 meters to 200 meters, otherwise, the expansion of the area will appear that the sky is very low and feels oppressive.

There is light, water, and soil, so crops can be grown in the prison space, and the temperature and humidity can be adjusted at will.

Tang Feng plans to purchase a large number of crop seeds, in addition to trading with the survivors of the biochemical world, and also let the prisoners grow vegetables on the isolated island of the prison.

Every time you buy food and vegetables, it is the most onerous thing, and in the next step, it is best to be self-sufficient, and the remaining bit of meat is much easier, and Tang Feng's procurement burden can be reduced by more than half.

Of course, there must be a procurement company in the real world, and Tang Feng will not do this kind of thing in the future.

At this point, all the task rewards were cashed in, and after getting up, Tang Feng sent Giselle to the prison space, or let her practice martial arts with Wei Ting, went out by himself, found an agency, and entrusted them to help him register the company, as well as the company's location and personnel recruitment.

Spend money to solve the things that can be solved, try not to take up your own time.

Then, I went to a seed company in the suburbs, spent more than 100,000 yuan, bought a lot of various crop seeds, and ordered a batch of goods worth one million, and said that I would come to pick up the goods in a week.

After completing these two things, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, and when he returned home, Tang Feng opened the second world and plunged back into the world of Resident Evil.

Before entering, of course, the time ratio should be adjusted to ten to one, ten days on the biochemical side, and only one day on the reality side.

Outside the fence of the desert base, I saw that the survivors were using bulldozers, trucks and other tools to clean up the corpses of thousands of zombies.

They can't be allowed to rot here, they have to be transported to a distant place to dig a pit and bury them.

Spotting Tang Feng, Carlos jumped down from a bulldozer, he took off his gloves and looked puzzled: "Why did you come back again, did you miss something?" ”

"It's not."

Tang Feng smiled and shook his head: "The situation on my side has changed, and it has become easier to come and go, so I will come back every once in a while, which means that I will treat this place as the second home...... Well, you can understand it this way. ”

"Really?"

Carlos must not have understood, he leaned over and asked mysteriously, "What are you like over there?" ”

"Anyway, it's better than you think, and in the future, your cigarettes won't stop."

Tang Feng patted him on the shoulder: "This time, I brought back a lot of crop seeds, and I plan to hire survivors to help me do something." ”

Hearing that the cigarette won't stop, Carlos heyed and said, "Hey, don't think of us as philistines, you and Alice saved the world, and we all do things for you." ”

"One yard to one yard, no one can permanently squeeze the labor of others."

Tang Feng shook his head: "My favorite thing is fair trade, and I don't owe anyone favors." ”

"Okay then."

Carlos had a crisp temperament and was too lazy to say, "What do you need us to do?" ”

"Come with me to the nearest city, help me gather some building materials, I'm going to build a house somewhere, the kind that can house thousands of people."

Tang Feng gestured around: "Of course, wait until you finish cleaning up these corpses." ”

Building a house?

Carlos knew that he shouldn't ask questions endlessly, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: what is the problem of houses, there are so many empty houses in the city, how many are needed, besides, the current underground base is also very good.

Zombie apocalypse, the damage to the city's buildings is minimal, after all, not all places have been devastated by nuclear bombs like Raccoon City.

Nowadays, the total number of survivors on the entire earth cannot exceed one million, and in a few years, all the zombies will be wiped out, and no one will worry about housing, and those billionaire mansions that have lost their owners can be chosen at will.

Therefore, Tang Feng definitely did not want to build a house in this world, but to build his own prison space.

In the prison, there are more and more prisoners, and it must be very inappropriate to let them sleep in tents and make it look like a wild campground, and Tang Feng himself feels that it is an eyesore.

On the side of the biochemical world, it doesn't need to be glamorous to scavenge some building materials and send them to prison for the inmates to build their own houses, just be clean and orderly.

If anyone asks, are they all guilty people, is it necessary to provide them with such good living conditions? Eat well, live well, is this still called jail?

How to say this, the key is that the prison space is in Tang Feng's head, and he can perceive it all the time.

Think about it, if the whole prison is dirty and smelly, and it is like a pigsty, then the most uncomfortable person is not others, but Tang Feng himself.

There is a way to punish the guilty, to do heavy work, and to be struck by lightning...... It can even be directly executed, thrown into the boundless black mist and turned into nothingness.

The reward and punishment system can be severe, but the entire space must be cleaned up so that the prison master can look comfortable.

Besides, Tang Feng also wants to make full use of those talent-type prisoners, he can't support them in vain, he must work and have something to do.

In this way, the prison space can be built into a comprehensive base integrating scientific research, manufacturing, production, planting and other elements.

With more and more worlds experienced, we will definitely be able to accumulate all kinds of black technologies, and by integrating them, we will be able to create various products and things that are far more advanced than the real world, such as weapons and equipment, and transportation vehicles.

In short, Tang Feng is very ambitious, and does not regard the prison space as a prison cell for people, but a small world of his own, which will evolve into a real big world in the future, or even ......

(Coffee: This is the end of the biochemical volume, or I have to reveal it in advance, the next volume is the world of Terminator 3, although 1 and 2 are also written badly, but I have a relatively new and bold idea, which guarantees that it can be described from a very novel angle, and it will not be the same as what others have written.) Although it's risky, I think it's worth a try.

Choosing a secluded world that everyone is not familiar with is not called innovation; Being able to write a different story or feeling in a context that everyone is very familiar with is called innovation. I don't necessarily do it well, but I'm willing to try it and find it very interesting. Then, by the way, catch two more robots to play. ）