The two sisters sat on the floor in the corner, laughing and laughing, as if they were talking about something joyful.

Carl, who wanted to go over and talk to them, didn't want to disturb this warm picture at this moment, at least in this apocalyptic environment, warmth is very precious.

He was a lonely person, so there was no need to participate in it.

"Let's go to these rooms and collect supplies." Carl clapped his hands and walked towards the rooms.

Although he was tired, he enjoyed the treasure hunt very much, and this act reminded him of the scene of playing with Monica in the corn field as a child, which was very warm and cheerful. It's just that after going to middle school, coupled with various reasons such as age and mentality, the two never played like they did when they were children.

She spends more time on her studies and shopping, while Carl gives up her studies, goes to school all day and waits for school, and when she comes home, he stays in his room and plays games, even during the holidays.

After that, the two rarely interacted outside of school.

"I think of this again......" Carl said amusedly and helplessly.

In this strange mood, he came to the door, and he put his hand on the handle of the door and gently pushed the wooden door open.

He walked in, glanced around, and muttered, "There's still a greenhouse?" ”

There were several rows of iron shelves in the room, each with three layers, on which some plants were placed, and the nose sniffed on them, and a trace of familiar smell could be distinguished.

Well... It's like something you smell on the street, or at some parties.

He picked up a potted plant, which was planted with tobacco, but he was not interested in it, and after a few glances, he put it back in its original position.

Karl went further inward, what he needed more was something to sustain his daily life, such as some water, and even very scarce vegetables and fruits.

Since there is a greenhouse here, there must be other plants, right? He thought as a matter of course. However, his face changed, and he suddenly realized that even if there was something else, it was something that was used to make drugs, and it was not beneficial to the human body.

However, until he saw the truth, he still did not believe it.

Well... What's that saying? To see is to believe.

With an unbelieving face, he walked away, but the deeper he went, the darker his face became, and at last it became as black as a black African.

He discovered that the entire room was a workshop for growing drugs, and that all the supporting facilities were built for manufacturing and post-processing.

"Seems too optimistic...... Carl sighed as he tilted his head.

Once again, the hardships of collecting materials are all about luck, just like picking up money on the street, pure luck.

"Forget it, I didn't want to find anything." He turned and walked away.

However, he suddenly frowned, and looked down at the thing he had kicked, which was a box.

"What's in there?" He crouched down, his hands pounding on it.

Tear......

Tear......

The entire cardboard box was completely destroyed by him after a while, and a bunch of test tubes fell out.

He picked up a branch strangely and put it in front of his eyes to look at it.

"Nutritional mixture?"

The four words blurted out instantly, and Carl was also a little surprised, of course, nutritional mixtures are not uncommon, in fact, most nutritional mixtures are supplied to hospitals.

It is mainly used by people who are paralyzed in bed and unable to swallow food. It is not good for the body to use too much of this thing, but I have to admit that it does solve the patient's physical needs in a short period of time.

Therefore, Carl will be so surprised to see these things, drinking a bottle of these things at a critical moment can save his life!

A few years ago, I heard that there was a guy in Heaton who survived a plane crash, and according to what he said, in the snowy mountains, in order to get out, those survivors took a lot of food from the plane, and of course he stuffed his backpack like everyone else, but he brought a few more bottles of nutritional mixture than others.

So, after everyone else died, he relied on these bottles of things and some leftover food, and it took more than 20 days to get out of the snowy mountain.

It has also become a topic of conversation among the public, but everyone doesn't believe what he says, because there is no evidence in him that can prove that he survived by nutritional mixtures, and people are more inclined to live by eating the flesh and blood of his companions.

Some idle human rights organizations have accused him of being a man-eating demon, and those newspapers and social media have used the words "Heroes are back?" on their front pages, fearing that the world will not be chaotic. Or Jason returns? ".

"A demon in human skin!"

"The man-eating demon is in the city! Be careful, everyone! ”

"Realistic Saw Horror!?"

In the end, under various mental pressures, he chose to commit suicide and jumped directly from a building. Strangely enough, the president's car happened to pass there, and the president was naturally furious and proposed in Congress to ban the media that fabricated the facts, but because the interests involved were too great, the matter was finally closed.

"It must be stucked away as a strategic material." Carl thought to himself.

He wasn't going to share it with anyone else, including Constan, he was going to keep it for himself.

"It's really rewarding this time!" Carl said excitedly.

This harvest alone is worth more than the ticket price, and he doesn't know the exchange rate of other things in the survivor organization, but he knows the value of the nutritional mixture very well, it is said that according to the ratio of bullets to nutritional mixture, it is 100:1, which means that a bottle of nutritional mixture can be exchanged for a hundred flash bullets!

It's 100 pieces!!

He sent !!

There were ten sticks of nourishment in this box, and if all of them were changed to bread, he would be able to live a very nourishing life without doing any work for a year.

Of course, he is not such a person, and if he chooses to be comfortable, then he is not Carl.

He put these things in the secret compartment of his backpack, which was very hidden, and if he didn't forcibly open it, he couldn't find it at all.

"It's time to get out, too." Karl said darkly.

When Carl went out, the door was calm again.

Either way, being able to harvest ten nutrient mixtures was already a very big gift for Carl. If you can, well... He also wanted to take more.

Because, he likes it very much.

Ahem...... Of course, this is impossible, he is not the son of the plane in the novel, so naturally he can only eat soil all the way, he is a person who can be happy for a long time when he occasionally picks up food.

It's the dead of night in the back room, and it's a good time to sleep, but everyone can't seem to sleep?

He looked at it in amazement.