He must have been very hungry, and a large bowl full of rice was eaten cleanly, and he kept licking the empty bowl vigorously. Even though there was no oil in the bowl, it was already very clean.

"Bring me the bowl and I'll add some more to you."

A woman on the other side of the railing spoke, and the man with a greedy face hurriedly handed over the empty bowl. He craned his neck and watched as the woman filled her bowl with rice and scooped two spoonfuls of tempeh out of the bottle as usual. Song Caixia noticed: The kind of pot used to cook rice is very large, and there are several mouthfuls. Although a few pots were empty, there was enough to feed all the captives in the basement.

"Who are you? How did it end up here? ”

"Aren't those monsters upstairs eating people? Why didn't they move you? ”

"Is there any other way in this place? Can you escape? ”

"That...... What is your name? ”

With Wang Xiang's bloody lesson in front of him, the conversation of the captives was also deliberately silenced. The hot meal lifts people's spirits, their minds become more active, and they start to think about more problems.

Some fell silent, others kept gathering at the railings chattering. They wanted help from the four women to get useful information. Unfortunately, no matter whose wish it was, it was not fulfilled. The four women in the opposite room are like a bunch of puppets, acting only according to fixed rules and movements. None of them paid any attention to it, but took the empty bowl from the captive, put it in a large basin, and placed it in the corner on the side of the room.

Maybe it's because I'm tired of being asked, or maybe it's boring in the dark basement. A slightly obese middle-aged woman sat down next to the railing, chatting slowly with the captives who were eager to know what was going on, with some obvious arrogance and indifference.

That's right, it's small talk. Song Caixia has a very clear understanding of this.

"You guys must be having a hard time outside, right?"

"It's better to stay here than you guys are outside. At least don't worry about food, the monsters will bring food regularly. But they had a hard time understanding our requests, sometimes bringing fresh vegetables, sometimes just hay and leaves...... No way, they're not human after all. ”

"Eat more if you want! It's okay for us to stay here anyway. In addition to cooking, it is still cooking. Speaking of which, you are in the sixth group. ”

The fat woman's speech is a bit inverted, which makes people scratch their heads. If it were in peacetime, I'm afraid people would only think of her as a crazy idiot who talks to herself. But now, the words that came out of her mouth obviously had a special meaning that people had never thought of, and it reminded people of more.

"What do you say? These rice and vegetables were all sent by those monsters upstairs? ”

"Why didn't those monsters eat you? Don't...... Just because you're women? ”

"Is there anyone else here besides us?"

The captives gathered in front of the railing, asking their questions. This gives the fat woman a great sense of superiority. She became overwhelmed with joy and a smile on her face, and the conversation became more and more talkative.

"I'm cooking here. Of course, people have to eat to live. Actually, it's not bad to stay here, unlike outside, where you have to go hungry all the time. ”

"I'll arrange what you eat in the future. In short, you will eat whatever I do. There are rice and steamed buns, and there are also vegetables, but there is no meat. ”

"My surname is Wang, so call me Sister Wang."

Song Caixia huddled in the corner of the basement with her hands on her knees, quietly listening to the fat woman and the captives whispering there, and never interjected.

It is said that it is a bystander, and so is Song Caixia. From these seemingly ordinary conversations, she has analyzed a lot of important information.

The corpses didn't seem to intend to let the captives starve to death in the dungeon. There is no doubt that the four women in the opposite room, separated by metal railings, are playing the role of cooks. Burning a fire and cooking rice and something like that would definitely not be done by a murderous corpse. Song Caixia knows this very clearly. It's not an unfounded speculation, but she came from Kunming City along the way, and saw the bloody scenes of murderous corpses eating many times———— they feed on humans and like fresh flesh and blood, but they have not evolved the habit of roasting meat over a strong fire and eating cooked meat.

In the course of human evolution, there is a very key word———— farming.

Song Caixia didn't know if the murderous corpse had the concept of "breeding". However, judging from the current situation, it is clear that the murderous corpse has the basic concept of "keeping excess prey in captivity". Their dinner today confirms that. The corpses did not attack the living captives, they ate the dead prey.

This is good news and bad news.

The good news is self-evident, of course, that you can live a few more days. There are a lot of captives locked in the basement, and based on the amount of food eaten by this group of murderous corpses for dinner today, including Song Caixia, these people should be able to sustain the consumption for about three days. This means that everyone has a 30% chance that it will be the last day.

This probability is not fixed.

With the light coming through the top of the staircase, Song Caixia carefully observed the environment in the basement. She found some dry feces in the corner of the room. It looks like human excrement. There are several vents where fresh air and airflow are poured in from the outside, exchanging with the murky gases inside the room and taking away the disgusting stench. Especially on the opposite wall, the dark yellow urine stain is so obvious that if it weren't just under the ventilation duct, I'm afraid that the strong smell of feces in the basement would have suffocated everyone on the spot.

Obviously, his captives were not the first tenants of the basement. There used to be a lot of people held here. As for their ending and fate...... Song Caixia remembered the withered and blackened human skulls inserted in the green belt on both sides of the road when she was escorted into the yard by the murderous corpses.

"Cook" should be a profession with a high security factor. If you can enter the opposite room, which is separated by a metal railing, it means that the survival time is greatly improved. From the ongoing conversation between the fat woman and the captive, Song Caixia had already analyzed the interests involved———— murderous corpses had a strong hunting ability, and they could bring back many captives every time they went out. The Zombie apparently inherited a special penchant for fresh flesh from the Zombie Period. They must ensure that the prey that is caught is healthy before eating it. Therefore, it was necessary to provide rations to the human captives in the basement.

Having all the captives go to cook is not realistic and full of too many variables. Murderous corpses have learned to use fire, and they should understand the role of "fire" and know that "fire" can be used as a weapon. Therefore, the murderous corpse selected a few women from the captives to serve as cooks.

Compared to men, women are not so strong, weaker, and easier to control.

The more she thought about it, the more Song Caixia shuddered.

She was horrified to find that the intelligence level of the murderous corpse had evolved to a very high level.

Tigers and lions, although superior in force, cannot pose a threat to humans. The reason is that they are stupid and only have the most basic survival thinking.

If this rate continues, it won't be long before the corpse's intelligence becomes the same as that of humans, or even higher.

Song Caixia shrank alone in the corner shivering, but a group of captives gathered around the metal railing, listening to the fat woman opposite foaming at the mouth and bragging.

She does have a capital of pride. A woman who has lived in a monster's lair for a long time and doesn't have to worry about food is amazing in itself. If it were in peacetime, this would be just a little fresh meat that was active on the film and television screen, with a large number of brain-dead fans who didn't know what it was for, and would cry and cry with tears just by hearing their names and wanted to commit suicide.

It was late at night.

It's all an established thought that comes out of physical exhaustion. You can't see the sky in the basement and you can't tell the time. People just know that they are tired and need to rest. As a result, vague concepts are created that are not precise.

Song Caixia also fell asleep.

She was so tired.

Light gradually filtered through the staircase entrance. Very mild, with a process from faint to intense. Song Caixia slept right under the stairs, and she was awakened from her dream by this rare ray of light on her face. I found that it was already dawn.

A big hand reached out from the side and stroked back and forth on Song Caixia's almost naked body. Turning her head sideways, Song Caixia saw Wang Xiang's cold and hard face full of expectation and a bit of strong threat.

He slept next to Song Caixia.

Wang Xiang leaned sideways, kneaded Song Caixia's chest with his left hand, raised his right hand, put his index finger upright in the middle of his lips, and made a silent movement.

Men are like that. After eating and drinking enough, I began to think about other things. Even in the dangerous lair of the murderous corpse, there will still be an exuberant passion controlled by hormones.

Song Caixia knows the needs of men. Although she had never experienced it, she knew what it was like———— there were so many ways to absorb knowledge, especially in the bookstores in the city. You can find detailed color pictures of the internal structure of the human body in physiology and hygiene textbooks, and you can also see passionate descriptions in many loves. Of course, in essence, it is actually a reciprocating stroke movement similar to a mechanical piston.

"Don't make a sound, keep your mouth shut honestly. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

A ray of light cut Wang Xiang's face in half. The sun-exposed parts look eager, and the facial muscles are as tight and agitated as if they have been injected with a lot of adrenaline. The part shrouded in darkness is gloomy and cold, reminiscent of a snake with slime on its surface and scales piercing its hands.

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