One felt the weather outside, and felt that the air was suddenly very humid.

I opened my sour eyes and found that it was already morning outside. The sun peeks out half of its body from the east. Illuminating the heavens and the earth, everything is full of life.

One took a deep breath gently.

I found that although the internal organs were slightly painful, they were not so heartbreaking.

I couldn't help but show a relaxed look.

The internal organs were not seriously injured.

One's body moved slightly.

Although it was only for a moment, I felt a lot of comfort. He's been in the same position for two whole days.

In the past two days, the mosquitoes have bitten him and he has not moved, and he has not understood whether he is hungry, and even when the huge zombies who have eaten those soldiers stand below to arrest him, he does not move.

Even if he was caught by a huge zombie, he only tried his best not to be caught. But the body didn't move at all.

Two whole days.

Number One did this with little intention for the restoration of internal organs, and most likely for the purpose of paralyzing the enemy hiding in the shadows.

He believed that the enemy who was making the trap must be watching him from a short distance, and might even be lying in ambush around him.

So he didn't move for the past two days.

However, although it was uncomfortable, fortunately, the injury healed relatively quickly.

Two days and two nights passed, and Number One felt that he was almost ready to leave.

He had previously taught himself psychology, and he knew that even the most patient enemy would not be monitored for more than 36 hours.

Now that 48 hours have passed, he believes that the enemy is gone.

Raise his stiff head and shake it slightly.

"Goo-Goo......

Suddenly, his stomach began to roar the moment he lifted his body.

He has been pressing his stomach, and he still doesn't feel hungry, but now that he is together, the hollowness of his stomach immediately fills his brain. The corrosive acid made my teeth tremble a little.

Number One pulled out a bag of compressed biscuits from his pocket.

It's been a habit for him all along, and even if it's not the end of the world, he'll have another compressed cookie in his pocket.

Compressed cookies are like his amulet, and, as it turns out, really work, a habit that has saved him many times.

"Thank you again for your habit ......"

Number One laughed and took a small bite.

Compressed biscuits themselves are very anti-hunger, so as long as he holds back his hunger and eats slowly, eating a little, he can recover some physical strength.

And he didn't know when he could get out of danger, he couldn't have eaten all the food.

I took a few bites and licked the dew on the leaves next to me a few more times.

After lying on the tree for a while, I felt that my physical condition had recovered at least eighty percent.

Looking at the zombies still waving their rotting arms below, they opened their teeth and danced their claws. The corners of his mouth were covered with a black rancid liquid, and he screamed at him.

Number One spat at the zombies below with disdain.

There are many more zombies below, especially those huge zombies playing basketball, all waving their long arms under the tree.

In fact, he has many ways to get out of here.

For example, transfer to other trees and transfer away like a monkey. After all, the trees here are all very close together.

Or jump directly to fight a bloody way, he is also extremely confident in his skills.

The only thing that worries him is the enemy who may be hiding in the shadows.

He has one more secret weapon, though.

Because he was here to solve the problem of water, he would definitely encounter a large number of zombies, so No. 1 asked Uncle Li to help him ask Dr. Li for a few drops of the anti-zombie potion.

Number One pulled out a small glass bottle in his pocket.

It doesn't take too much, mainly to wipe a little on the bullet, and you can make the zombies around you immediately abandon him and chase the bullet.

I looked at the surrounding environment carefully and uneasily.

He took out the pistol on his waist and shot it in the other direction of the river.

That's right, he's going to go back and check the water system.

He came out just to solve the water problem, and he couldn't give up.

"Whew......"

A 5.56 bullet fired from a small pistol.

In an instant, the zombies under the tree immediately rioted.

"Roaring ......"

Countless zombie roars resounded throughout the world.

Because of the roar, the stench of rot around me multiplied.

Smoked so much that No. 1 couldn't help but keep his mouth shut.

Look at the zombies below like a school of migrating fish. They all roared and walked in the direction of the bullets.

Few zombies lingered under his tree, and even if a few yelled at him, they couldn't resist the temptation of the potion, and soon followed the smell of the potion in the distance.

After waiting for about half an hour, there were no more zombies below.

Number One jumped lightly off the tree.

He didn't go, but walked over to the soldiers who had been gnawed away and only bones were left.

Seeing that they didn't even leave a single intact corpse, he sighed.

Dig through the bones and blackened blood with twigs.

In the end, two pistols were found, and a dozen rounds of ammunition.

There were a lot of bullets, and Number One clearly remembered that they had each brought more than forty rounds.

It was supposed that there should have been hundreds of rounds, but now there are only a dozen, and it is obvious that the rest of the bullets have been eaten by the unscrupulous zombies.

However, it's better to have than nothing.

Put away the bullets and pistol, flute for a moment, and pick up the ID card on the ground again.

It is a nameplate of iron plates, and this nameplate is clearly engraved with their lives and dates of birth.

It's a pity that only three were found in a pile of bones. The rest of the estimates were eaten.

Walk cautiously all the way to the river.

This is the diversion channel of Xiushui Lake near the experimental base.

It's not wide, but it's quiet, and before the end of the day, under the hindrance of the government, it was not given to anyone to use. It's the back garden of a government building.

The water system of the experimental base is located here.

Cautiously approaching a concrete house near a river.

This is the sluice gate that manages the river.

Leaning shorter, he looked in through the small window.

It was found that there were two zombies inside, but the zombies had been smashed in the head at the moment, lying in a cloud of black blood.

No. 1 made sure of the situation before he walked in.

The door was hung with an old lock, and the bayonet was broken by some kind of pliers, apparently artificial.

Pushing open the door, there was a foul smell of what was coming to me.

But more than a year and a half after the end of the world, No. 1 has long been accustomed to this taste.

Entering the small house, No. 1 did not look at the dense switches, but walked to a wall, put his palm on the wall for a minute, and then a fingerprint reader similar to the experimental base appeared in front of him.

"Hello, please enter your fingerprint to confirm your identity."

One put his palm in.

"Hello, Convoy members. Please select the option you need. ”

It's not a brain here, it's just a very ordinary recognizer, so One didn't bother to speak.

“…… Option three, check the filtration system. Checking ......"

"Beep...... The filtration system is turned off. Unable to check, please select ......"

"Beep...... ...... turned on

"Knock Knock ......"

With the selection, there was a slight noise in the room, and then Number One visibly felt the pump below turn on.

"It turned out to be just shut down......"

Number One muttered to himself. But in an instant, his face changed, and he hurriedly took out a gun and rushed out of the small house.

But as soon as he went out, he smelled a rancid smell mixed with perfume.

There wasn't the zombie horde he imagined outside. It's just one person.

The man was wearing only a black trench coat.

Number One smells rancid from this person.

But this man didn't act like a zombie. Because normal zombies would have pounced on the living when they saw them.

No. 1 gritted his teeth, whether it was a zombie or not, and fired a shot first.

However, as soon as the gun was raised, a black shadow flashed.

Number One felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the pistol was thrown out.

And there was a whistling sound in my ears.

He subconsciously squatted down.

The next moment, he felt something flash on his scalp, and his scalp was numb from scratching.

One's eyes stared at the dark shadow and saw that it was a whip, a long whip.

Looking at the familiar whip, One's face changed dramatically. "Instructor?"

The man in the trench coat heard No. 1's shout, and his body shook a few times, and he was indeed laughing. "Chatter......

"Number one...... It's not a loss that I'm the most optimistic child, you're still so agile. ”

As he spoke, he took off the hat of his trench coat, revealing a rotten and hideous face.

"Ah......h

Number One looked at the face, almost the same as a zombie. Rotten, hideous.