The street downstairs outside the window is empty, only a few zombies with broken legs are crawling on the ground, the S-type zombie who likes to eat mice and has the possibility of continuing to evolve is also one of them, only one arm and thigh were gnawed by the mutant dog and only the thigh bone remained, it was the fiercest that day, it was the fastest rush, and naturally it was the worst.

"What can I do?"

"Burn with fire? There's no gasoline, not much cooking oil!! ”

"With a sniper crossbow? There are only nine crossbow arrows, and there are 40 steel balls left, so what to do if you kill a quarter at most, and what about the three-quarters? ”

"Leave the zombies alone and use a rope to go down the window to the downstairs? But how to get the fence down, there are no tools,"

"Rushing out with thick clothes wrapped all over your body?" Ye Yan shuddered and shook his head. "That's looking for death"

After thinking about it and not thinking of a way, Ye Yan thought of the zombie again.

"Zombies can't see, they can hear, they can smell, they walk slowly, well, speed zombies are not among them, who says it's slow and who is in a hurry." Ye Yan began to think crankily.

"I don't have eyesight, I have average hearing, and I have a super sense of smell." Ye Yan began to summarize.

Zombies are sensitive to blood for kilometers, at least all the zombies within a kilometer of my downstairs have come to me.

"Super strong sense of smell" Ye Yan kept chattering, being able to smell a thousand meters of smell means that the olfactory organs are developed, which means precision, and precision means that it is easy to be damaged.

"I thought of a way", for zombies, the more sensitive the sense of smell is, the more important it is to the body, in the process of mutation, the development of the various sensory organs of the body is extremely uneven, too dependent on the sense of smell, the greater the impact on the zombie's sense of smell, the greater the impact on the zombie body.

The sense of smell is the radar and locator of the zombies, and if the sense of smell fails, the zombies will become headless flies!

If you can't make napalm, you should be fine with a few copycat gas bombs. As soon as he thought of it, Ye Yan walked to the kitchen.

After a while, several cottage gas bombs were placed in front of him, with semi-wet dried chili peppers as the main body, some star anise cinnamon peppercorns were added, wrapped in a ball with a sheet, drizzled with peanut oil, and some pepper noodles were prepared separately and wrapped in newspaper.

When he was ready, he went out, and there were seven or eight zombies around the corpse of the mutant cat, probably following Ye Yan to the platform, and he didn't pay attention to them, anyway, there were still a lot of corpses left, enough for them to eat for a while!

Ye Yan returned to the staircase, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together, and a few zombies at the edge slowly shook towards Ye Yan.

Ye Yan threw the newspaper wrapped in pepper noodles at the corpses, the newspaper spread out over the corpses, and the pepper noodles inside spilled out, turning into a black and gray fog in the air and slowly covering the corpses, and after a while, the corpses began to mess up.

Ye Yan lit the homemade poison gas packets and threw them at the corpses, and after a while, puffs of smoke rose from the corpses, and the smell of choking tears could even be smelled by Ye Yan who was standing on the platform, let alone the zombies downstairs.

The corpses scurried around like hornets that had been stabbed in their nests, the zombies pushed and screamed at each other, and some were smoked and hurriedly scratched and bitten at the same kind around them.

Some zombies were knocked to the ground, and then hundreds of big feet stepped on their bodies and were drowned in the corpses, Ye Yan looked at this rare moment on the platform and felt refreshed.

There was no trace of the corpses downstairs, and only a dozen unlucky zombies whose bones had been trampled off were paralyzed on the ground.

Ye Yan turned his head to look at the zombies who were munching around the corpses of mutant cats, and tightened the iron guns in his hands.

Standing in the commissary, the ground was full of various packaging bags, Ye Yan was picking up a cookie and eating it, drinking a large sip of mineral water from time to time, and always felt that he was not full after eating all the food at home in the morning.

After killing dozens of zombies, his physical strength was exhausted, and he felt even more hungry, and now Ye Yan wants to eat it in the commissary.

The biscuits on the shelves were quickly consumed, and after the last biscuit was eaten, Ye Yan scanned the empty food shelves with a greedy gaze.

"It's only eight points full," it's a little regrettable, the small shop is not big, after Ye Yan has looted several times, most of the shelves have been empty, only dozens of packs of instant noodles are left, some rice noodles, and a lot of seasonings, Ye Yan put them all in his backpack with the idea of not letting go.

Ye Yan is ready to leave tomorrow to escape from the city, now prepare all kinds of supplies first, and go back to the few houses where he was looking for food before to see if there is any gain, but unfortunately there is little gain, but he found a box of steel beads in the bedroom of the military fan.

A multi-functional folding military shovel, the shovel can be chopped, sharpened, plied, sawed, hidden under the bed by him, and finally cheapened me, and finally he put it in the desk with a large open page map of the province.

Put all the instant noodles on it, and then put in a ten-pound bag of Thai fragrant rice, two handfuls of noodles, some mustard, and a few bottles of mineral water.

I filled a few more bottles of water, looked at the old godfather of the beef sauce he got back, thought that the glass bottle was heavy, found an empty mineral water bottle, mixed various sauces together, and poured it in.

A few more cigarettes are disassembled and packed into a backpack.

Then he found a large old-fashioned military kettle, which Ye Yan's father used to hunt before.

Wash it and fill it with water, the water is not too much, God knows if there is a virus in the water outside.

I also found an old-fashioned shoulder bag, which can be used to hold the family's old-fashioned Lu Tie lunch box, the lunch box can be boiled to cook rice, and a small enamel cup is naturally left by Ye Yan's father.

Ye Yan couldn't help but sigh: "Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures." ”

In the end, Ye Yan checked it, thought about it again, and put the remaining bottle of liquor at home in a plastic bottle, and put it in the satchel together with two packets of salt and one bag of tea.

When the living materials are ready, it is time to check the weapons, iron guns, sabers, and dozens of times using the sniper crossbow to let Ye Yan find a little trick and polish off the protective paint on the arrow path, which can reduce wear and increase the stability of the arrow.

From time to time, put some lubricating oil, stick the military shovel on the backpack and "OK", think about it, stick the previously used iron hammer and military shovel together, God knows when you can use it!

When Ye Yan finished preparing and the sky began to darken, Ye Yan went to the opposite door and moved a few large imitation mahogany chairs back, split them in the living room and burned them.

The wind blew in through the open window, causing the flames in the living room to dance, illuminating the room from time to time.

The light and darkness drove my mind to recall all the joys and sorrows in this house, and the last night before Ye Yan left was at this time.

Ye Yan woke up from the early morning and looked out the window, the sky was hazy, and a cool breeze with a chill swept across his face.

Ye Yan has moved three times, this is the longest time Ye Yan has lived, Ye Yan has spent half of his life here, I thought that the second half of my life would be like this, but unfortunately God made people, and today I will have to give up.

Packed his bags, checked his weapons, put on his clothes, and before going out, he made one last round of the house, keeping everything in this house firmly in his heart, Ye Yan didn't know if he would come back.

I don't know what kind of dilemma I will face in the future, from the living room to the kitchen, all the way to the bedroom, touching the computer Ye Yan sighed: "In the future, there will be no computer and no network, and I will say goodbye to the title of otaku forever."

Ye Yan opened the iron door, took one last look at the room, and walked out. The iron door was locked by Ye Yan, and the key was hung around his neck with a thin rope and tightly attached to his chest, which would carry Ye Yan's spiritual sustenance in the future and be the home of Ye Yan's soul.

The corpse of the mutant cat on the platform had been burned to ashes by Ye Yan, and the air was filled with a smell of scorching smell mixed with corpse stench.

There were zombie corpses lying on the cement floor, Ye Yan didn't bother to pay attention to it, and walked downstairs, although the corpses dispersed yesterday, there were still more than 40 zombies hanging in the garden.

When I got downstairs, there were more than a dozen zombies who had been trampled on by the corpses and had broken their bones, these zombies turned their faces towards Ye Yan, and their big mouths with stinking smuggling were closed one by one, wanting to bite Ye Yan but unable to get up.

Step over the zombies on the ground and walk towards the path that leads to the street.

Use a sniper crossbow to get rid of the zombies that are in the way and come to the street.

After the hunting of the two mutant dogs, plus the dozens of zombies that were killed on the platform by Ye Yan yesterday and are now stranded in the garden downstairs, there are now less than 100 zombies on the streets within a kilometer range, with an average of about one in ten meters.

The street leads to the city center, it has been blocked, the end of the street leads to the outside of the city, it may take three or four hours to walk out of the city, there must be zombies on the road, although the population density is low, but there are tens of thousands! Now we can only take one step at a time.