"Roar!"

The zombies were running in the yard, their thin bodies seriously did not fit the original wide clothes, and they didn't know how long they had been locked up in the yard, starving like this.

Fu Hongyang held a long bamboo pole in his hand, dodging the zombies, while using the long bamboo pole to push the zombies apart, and communicated with Doudou with his spirit: "Up, bite its trousers, yes, drag it, drag it, put it down!" ”

"Whew!"

Doudou didn't know how to bite the zombie at first, but just bit the trouser tube, and it is estimated that even the zombie's calf was bitten by it, and the blood flowed through the trouser tube. But soon it understood what "dragging" was, dragging the zombie's calf, pulling it like a bone, and pulling the zombie down with great force.

"Roar!"

The zombie fell to the ground and tried to get up and bite Doudou back.

But Doudou showed the intelligence of a dog at the moment, and he didn't need Fu Hongyang to give an order, he was already dragging the zombie around the yard. As long as the zombie wanted to twist up, it dragged the zombie around twice, and after several or three times, the clothes on the zombie's body were dragged to tatters.

Revealing its rough skin, which has turned blue-gray.

There is only a small amount of hair on its body, but its nails are quite sharp, and when it is grasped on the concrete floor, it can leave a white mark, and a layer of hard buckle on the surface of the cement.

Fu Hongyang simply watched the play on the side, and concentrated on guiding Doudou to fight.

In the spiritual connection of the past two days, he has gradually figured out how to make Doudou understand his instructions simply and quickly - in fact, it is very simple, good encouragement, and scolding.

In the past, in junior high school biology, I learned conditioning, which was to use dogs as experiments. Every time the dog is fed bones, the bell is rattled, and over time, as soon as the bell is rattled, the dog will secrete saliva. He is based on this idea, and slowly let Doudou form a conditioned reflex.

"Doudou pinched its neck!"

"Not so! Stupid dog! ”

"Not so, stupid dog!"

"yes, that's it, well done!"

"Wow!" Doudou, who was praised, raised his head and called out happily twice.

The zombie took advantage of this gap, suddenly straightened up his upper body, and bit Doudou's neck. Fu Hongyang quickly reminded that he wanted to stop it but was too far away: "Be careful! ”

However, Doudou is more clever than he imagined, as if he has eyes on the back of his head, and he can avoid the bite of zombies with a jump. Then he dragged the zombie's legs around the yard in circles, and it always felt that it was more fun - it would take time to train Doudou to use a one-hit throat lock on the zombies.

If a zombie bites off its neck, it doesn't necessarily die.

It's best to blow your head out, but it's very difficult for Doudou to blow your head.

"For the time being, let's let Doudou focus on support and help me mainly involve zombies." He ran over, lifted the bamboo pole in his hand, and hit the zombie's head hard.

Smack.

The skull was pierced, and the zombie twitched until there was no more sound. Throwing away the bamboo pole in his hand, Fu Hongyang beckoned to Doudou and left the house.

For two days, more than a dozen households in the vicinity had been searched by him. No mutated zombies were encountered, no living people were encountered, only a few zombies trapped in the house. In the vicinity, it has been determined that there are no other mutant trees, and it is quiet.

There were a few times when he and Doudou made loud noises, but they didn't attract zombies, as if this was a corner of the world that had been missed.

There is only one man and one dog, living alone.

After he searched for supplies, he was either practicing knife drawing and parkour, or training the dog Doudou. In the blink of an eye, it was already March 24, and I did not enter a special dream for two consecutive nights.

……

"Cephalosporin, aspirin, band-aids, Yunnan Baiyao, 999 ......" Fu Hongyang put the collected medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs and the like that he could recognize, into the left compartment of his backpack.

Pick up a white tool kit on the side, pour out all the tools, and put them back one by one: "vice, paper cutter, screwdriver, wrench, tape, hammer, adhesive tape, ......"

Making sure he had all the tools, he put the kit at the bottom of his backpack.

Then continue to pack the items in the backpack.

"Canned meat, boiled eggs, eight-treasure porridge, peanuts, Hsu Fu Chi, Oreo, chocolate, you can bring these...... Two changes of clothes are sufficient...... Hand saws, hand axes, and cleavers are temporarily placed in the bag, raincoats, umbrellas, fishing hooks, fishing lines, and fishing rods are also placed in the bag, and two lighters are also placed in the bag. ”

After putting these supplies away, he stuffed a bundle of nylon rope and a roll of thin wire into the compartment on the right side of his backpack.

There was also a compartment on top of the backpack, and he put the two remaining lighters, as well as a Swiss Army knife, his ID card, student ID, a few cool oils, and a pair of rubber gloves.

There is also a net pocket outside the lattice.

He stuffed a flashlight in his net pocket, which was very interesting, and there was a knife hidden in the handle, which could be used as a chisel at the end. Outside the net pocket, there is a large wire cutter tied, this wire cutter is very heavy and inconvenient to carry, but when it encounters a door lock, it can be cut directly, and he still brings it after thinking about it.

On the other side, there is a notebook, pens, and a stainless steel cup filled with water.

He also put a milk pot that could boil water and rice, and hung it on his backpack. Then, his eyes fell on the plastic oil bottle next to him, in which lay a slightly restless mutant queen, and a few ordinary big black ants, and sprinkled with a layer of imp umbrella and a little flesh of the tree.

A group of big black ants around it, circling around the oil bottle, seemed to rescue the mutant queen.

Fu Hongyang picked up the oil bottle, shook off the big black ant on the surface, and hung it directly behind the backpack: "You are my pet, you must be taken away, give you a name before leaving...... Look at the little ghost umbrella on the top of your head, why don't you call it a ghost head? Tsk, I always feel weird, change it. ”

After thinking about it, he settled: "It's called a black head, a big black ant, and grass grows on the top of the head, which is very appropriate." ”

Stepping on a group of big black ants that wanted to rush over, Fu Hongyang put his backpack on his back, and then walked to the door of the tile house. He held the wood knife that was placed at the door in his hand: "The machete is hanging on the waist, the steel bar is also hanging on the waist, and the fruit knife is already in the trouser pocket that is sewn." ”

Basically, the materials and equipment are neat.

Glancing up at my wrist, it was ten past nine in the morning. He locked the door of the tiled house, put the key in his pocket, and whistled to Doudou.

Doudou, carrying two plastic bags on his back, ran over with his legs.

There are not a lot of fruit in the plastic bag, and it can't be stored for too long, so he is ready to serve as today's ration - there is still a long way to go, and the food that is easy to store is used as little as possible, mainly fresh fruits and vegetables that can be found, in case you can't find food one day.

He himself picked up a plastic bag from his feet, full of peeled peanuts.

Glancing at the huge tree, then at the ruins of the building and the half-section of the wall, as well as at his own tiled house, Fu Hongyang stepped forward: "Let's go, Doudou!" ”

"Wow!" Doudou kept up with Fu Hongyang.

One person and one dog walked along the cement road to the edge of the haze, Fu Hongyang stopped suddenly, put down the firewood knife and plastic bag, reached out and touched the jacket pocket: "Fortunately, the mobile phone is on." "The phone is long dead, but he won't throw it away, and there are hundreds of photos in it.

That is his good memory, maybe one day when the call comes, the phone can still light up again.

Picked up the firewood knife and plastic bag again, turned his head to take one last look at the haze-free area of the tree, and suddenly felt a sense of reluctance: "I don't know where the fat cat went, after I leave, the tree will be given to you!" ”