The tree house with a bed board is very comfortable to sleep in, and the next morning I wake up refreshed. Doudou was already lying on the side of the bed, sticking out his head to look under the tree, not knowing what he was looking at.

Looking down at Doudou's gaze, he found that it was a fat cat that came out of nowhere, squatting under a tree and licking his paws.

"Cats?" Fu Hongyang suddenly perked up, "Yesterday, I thought I had to find some living creatures to experiment, and today a cat came, and my wish came true." ”

He descended the tree slowly, not wanting to alarm the fat cat.

Fat cats don't know whether they are domesticated or wild, yellow and white, and dirty. I don't know how it survived the disaster of the past ten days, but it is still alive and well, and it can still touch Fu Hongyang's home. It stands to reason that Fu Hongyang and Doudou are very afraid of haze, and cats should also be afraid of haze.

"So it may have lived in another place where there was no smog before?" Fu Hongyang thought about it, and there was still a little movement under his feet.

The fat cat was very alert, and when he heard the movement, he quickly stood up and jumped to the corner of the courtyard.

After Fu Hongyang landed, the fat cat had already run ten meters away and looked at him vigilantly. didn't run away further, just looked at Fu Hongyang like this.

Squinting his eyes, Fu Hongyang didn't catch the cat immediately.

He casually threw a fruit to the fat cat's place, and the fat cat jumped away in fright, but after waiting for a while, he went over and sniffed the fruit and ate it slowly.

Seeing this, Fu Hongyang smiled slightly.

Start busy with your own things, wash your face and brush your teeth, simply wash your change of clothes with water, and hang them on a rope to dry.

Then he ran to observe the big black ants for a while, and the size of the colony seemed to be limited, always maintaining about 3,000 individuals. They dug burrows in the corners, but no big black ants, including the mutant queen, entered the nest. Still habitually living on wooden boards.

There are traces of spoiled ghost umbrellas planted, I don't know if it was done by a fat cat, or if it was done by a mouse in the house.

"When I leave here, I can bring the mutant ant queen with me, and arrange a few more small ants for it by the way."

Fu Hongyang thought.

The whole ant colony will definitely not be able to be taken away, and if you bring the mutant queen with you, you may be able to breed a group of big black ants in a new place. Even if you can't breed a new ant colony, it's a big deal to feed it yourself.

While observing the ant colony, the corner of his eye kept locking on the fat cat, and the fat cat was constantly avoiding him, but it never left this haze-free area. Obviously, the fat cat also doesn't like smog, so he doesn't leave here, but he doesn't know where he lived before.

Fu Hongyang didn't put down the anxious humming Doudou on the tree, for fear that Doudou would scare the fat cat.

He went into the tiled house, found a bamboo pole in it, twisted it into a fork with a hanger, and tied it to the front of the bamboo pole. With such a simple tool for catching cats ready, he continued to find a piece of string and stuffed it in his pocket. After doing all this, he quickly climbed the tree again and picked a few fresh fruits.

Use the fruit of the tree to attract fat cats.

The fat cat was very vigilant, but he couldn't stand the temptation of the tree fruit, and approached Fu Hongyang little by little. Fu Hongyang was not in a hurry, but led the fat cat to the corner step by step. The distance between the two is less than three meters, and the fat cat is a tiled house on the left, and the wall is on the right, and there is only one way to go.

Fu Hongyang suddenly waved the bamboo pole in his hand, shot out like lightning, and slashed at the fat cat.

Smack!

The bamboo pole was a little crooked, and the fat cat's hair was upside down, and it rushed over the courtyard wall, until it was half the height, and then it was unable to climb and jumped down again. In this gap, Fu Hongyang has already adjusted the bamboo pole and forked it out for the second time, just like a teenager inserting it in the middle of the night.

Waist and hip together, hold the bamboo pole high.

Sting!

The hanger at the tip of the bamboo pole, the fat cat running in the precise fork, the fat cat can't move when it is forked on the ground, and can only make a meow meow.

Fu Hongyang was unmoved, he continued to fork the fat cat with one hand, took out the rope from his pocket with one hand, and put a looper on the rope with one hand and put it around the fat cat's neck. Slowly loosen the bamboo pole, the fat cat, who had just screamed, jumped up and ran away, but as soon as he ran a few steps away, his neck was pulled by the rope.

"Don't waste your efforts, stay and be a guinea pig, and wait for me to test whether zombies are contagious, and then release you." He pulled the fat cat and tied it to the trunk of the tree, the rope was a little long, enough for the fat cat to climb to the first branch and stay, so it would be safe.

"Wow!" Doudou saw the fat cat climbing the tree, and his territorial consciousness bloomed, and he barked.

Fu Hongyang hurriedly shouted: "Don't scream!" "Seeing it lying on the edge of the bed of the tree house, he was so anxious that he wanted to come down, so he went up the tree again and put it down.

Doudou, who got off the tree, didn't do anything, so he circled around the tree, staring at the fat cat and grinning.

……

Doudou can stare at the fat cat carefree.

Fu Hongyang couldn't relax.

Although he is safe living in this haze-free area, there is always a sense of urgency that forces him to act as quickly as possible and get out of here - he is a human being, and humans are naturally social animals, and the loneliness of living alone is getting stronger and stronger as time goes by.

Morning.

He wielded a machete for half a day.

Constantly practice various knife drawing techniques, how to quickly swing, slash, slash, and block. He knew very well that he could not be self-taught and become a martial arts expert without any textbooks. He's just strengthening his muscle memory, allowing him to shoot faster and get more power.

Anyway, when you encounter zombies, it's right to slash Xia Ji eight for a while.

"After all, the world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable!" After hastily eating a few fruit of the tree at noon, he began to polish the steel bars that had been drawn from the floor slab.

The machete is handy, but because of the frequent cutting of trees, the edge of the knife is already a little blunt, and the handle is too short for group combat.

The steel bar is an inch long and an inch strong, and you can sweep a large area of zombies with a wave of your hand, and when you encounter a group of zombies, the steel bar is more suitable for fighting. There were big stones in the yard, and he put the steel bars on the big stones and sharpened them, trying to sharpen the tips more and make it easier for assassination.

In addition, he found the needlework at home, twisted and sewed crookedly in his coat, and sewed a few pockets where he could store his knives.

He had to bring kitchen knives and fruit knives in the kitchen.

The knives were small enough to be carried close to his body, and he was going to gather some other clothes, sticks, and steel bars on his backpack. The backpack was his school bag, and at that time, in order to pursue individuality, he bought a large school bag similar to a mountaineering bag, and he could take a lot of dirty clothes home every time.

The backpack was tidied up, the clothes were mended, and the new masks were sewn by him.

Looking at the fruits of his day's labor, Fu Hongyang suddenly felt a heavy harvest and satisfaction: "People can only grow in adversity, when did I ever think that I could sew clothes?" ”

Sigh for your own growth.

He put on his mask, cautiously walked into the haze, and took a few deep breaths. It feels a little breath-holding and not very smooth, but the smell of the haze blocks most of it. If you breathe hard, you can basically meet your own breathing needs: "Yes, it's enough in the haze." ”