Help?

Troublesome?

Chen Lin really couldn't understand the other party's thinking, and looked at the man with a puzzled gaze.

"There's something you need to understand."

The attached soldier took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and quickly brought them to Chen Lin: "She identified you, you are the rebel." Hehe! This kind of good thing is rare in normal times, and this is the first time I have seen someone come forward to identify the rebels. The old woman was stupid, but she was right about one thing———— the big people above liked this kind of report, and they would not hesitate to give out large rewards. It's not just a ton of food, it's possible to get more. ”

The man then changed his grim and vicious expression: "How did an old bastard with a burying neck get this?" Even if you don't, I'll find an excuse to kill her. Anyway, as long as you find someone to take the reward, the big people don't care about the specifics, as long as they catch the rebels, stuff them in cages and hang them in the street to rot, they will be satisfied. ”

Chen Lin felt very tired, didn't say anything, and was pushed forward by the attached soldiers.

When I got out of the car, there was a noisy discussion behind me.

"That old woman is so stupid, she has a chance to escape, but she is stupid to write a note for help. Hahahaha...... Did she think this was the time when there were police officers in the past? You must know that the police officers today are different from the past, they have teeth (fangs), and their eyes are particularly seductive (vertical pupils). ”

"It's a pity for this woman. As the old saying goes, betraying a friend will never end well. ”

"If you make a small noise, if someone hears the report, it's over. Yards, those monsters don't talk about people at all, talk less and do more, understand? ”

The rain is still falling, just a lot lighter than before. The raindrops were immediately soaked up by the clothes, and the sun poked its head out from behind the sparse clouds, releasing a faint ray of light.

Chen Lin was handcuffed and escorted into another car.

She knew she was about to be sent to a prisoner of war camp.

There's another name there———— Human Flesh Management Camp.

Anyway, the end result is all food processing plants.

……

Song Caixia felt more and more like a machine———— the kind with flesh on her body and moving.

She dresses up in style: she wears the best designer clothes, and her shoes are expensive imports from peacetime. Cosmetics have never been lacking, no matter what brand you can get, and you can even customize some exquisite jewelry that ordinary people dare not imagine according to your own requirements.

The area of the office is large, more than a hundred square meters. Leather chairs and mahogany furniture look stylish and elegant, and the sleek black office tops are spotless. Cleaners came in twice a day to clean it. There was beer in the fridge and a good selection of sweets.

The corpses are indeed very discerning, and they have indeed won the jackpot in choosing spokespersons. The number of human slaves in Chengdu is now more than half a million, and it is increasing every day, like the water flowing from the river.

Song Caixia didn't go to school, she was sure of that.

An illiterate person can write, but he can also write all kinds of documents skillfully, and handle everything in an orderly manner...... It's a miracle.

The construction of farms on the outskirts of the city is a top priority, and without a stable source of food, everything is not to be discussed. Song Caixia arranged as many as thousands of subordinate troops there, managing as many as 50,000 human slaves with the strictest military regulations. Their task was to cultivate, and agricultural products began with rice, which led to changes such as the sorting of vegetables and the cultivation of fruit trees...... In short, as long as it is the natural food type that the human world had before the outbreak of the virus, it can be found on the farm.

Links with other cities are being strengthened. The Chengdu Plain is suitable for growing rice, but not for growing wheat and corn on a large scale. Speaking of which, this is also a problem of human beings themselves———— they do not like a single variety of food, but have to use various methods to satisfy their appetites. Rice alone is not enough, so it has to be cooked to make rice cakes, which are then boiled or fried. There is also flour, steamed bread, but you have to make a mess of dumplings, buns, flatbread, fritters and the like. It takes time and effort, and in the end, there are still so many basic nutrients in the stomach, and even many parts that are beneficial to the human body have been changed in the process of food reproduction, and have completely become harmful substances.

The most obvious example is the fritters.

Every time she thinks of this, Song Caixia hates her teeth itching.

There are too many desires and demands of human slaves. It's so big and complicated that it's tingling the scalp.

In contrast, the life of a murderous corpse is much simpler. Especially for food, they have almost no requirements, as long as it's meat anyway.

The office was quiet and the door was closed.

Song Caixia rolled up her skirt high and pulled it all the way to her waist. The air conditioner releases warm air, which makes you feel comfortable even in summer clothes.

She lay on her desk and struggled to write.

The muscles on Qingxiu's face were tense, as if the words on the paper were enemies.

Song Caixia is actually good-looking, and she is a beauty.

There are so many things to worry about yourself, but there are very few trustworthy people under your command who can share the trouble. Those guys are either afraid of murderous corpses to death, or they are stealing and playing tricks, and they don't work hard, no different from corrupt officials who eat and wait for death in peacetime.

Chicken and pig farms are being established.

There is no shortage of food in the city at the moment, but there is a serious shortage of fodder.

Corn and potatoes are actually considered food, but you can't always use rice to feed pigs and chickens, and vice versa.

In the final analysis, Song Caixia is a human after all. Her perspective of thinking remains on the baseline of humanity. Although she had been entangled and fought with many human captives in the basement before, but now the situation is different, and there is no need to think about safety, she will naturally not be as evil as before.

As long as the corpses have meat to eat, they usually don't care about the specific source of the meat. They are not picky eaters, even eating their own kind.

Of course, Song Caixia didn't have the guts to come up with a "murderous corpse sperm bank", use advanced medical methods to configure murderous corpse IVF, and then raise these little bastards and monsters with hormones, send them to the food processing factory, and then send them to the table of the murderous corpse.

Human fattening of small suckling pigs is actually the same reason.

If she did that, Song Caixia would definitely not see the sun tomorrow, and even she herself would be beheaded and chopped off, cut open her belly and stuffed into the stuffing by fancy ties, and roasted as a whole human meat feast.

Replacing human meat with chicken or pork is the plan that Song Caixia is implementing during this time.

The corpses who rule the other cities are cooperative, willing to trade corn potatoes for rice. But transportation is problematic———— with the virus outbreak causing obstacles everywhere, and it doesn't take long for the road to stop.

To make matters worse, resistance groups are now popping up everywhere. These damn guys, shameless human speculators, they don't show up when the virus breaks out and zombies are rampant, and they hide in the shadows one by one. Now that the corpses rule the city, the ghosts who are afraid of death seem to have changed their temperament overnight, and they have played the banner of "saving mankind", shouting something to "regain the lost territory and restore the light." ”

Bright Nima is forced!

In fact, they are all ill-intentioned conspirators. There are very few guys who are really willing to rush to the front in battle. They all stood behind and howled loudly, "Brothers, rush me."

It's all a bunch of shameless sluts.

The reason is simple: a murderous corpse is not the same as a zombie. Zombies are actually a kind of beast without thinking ability, and if you don't consider the virus infection and numerical superiority, they are even less threatening to humans than lions and tigers. No matter how many beasts there are, humans will not be afraid. But the murderous corpse is different. They were social and organized, and they also succeeded in dominating the cities, bringing large numbers of survivors into slave circles. With this imminent threat, people naturally want to fight in groups, which gives conspirators and good-mouthed guys plenty of opportunities.

The role of a German mustache on the battlefield is definitely no stronger than that of a soldier. But his speeches could motivate thousands of young people to take the initiative to become soldiers.

Song Caixia was disgusted...... No, I think I hate these guys exactly.

They are clearly trying to send others to death, but they themselves hide behind to collect benefits.

Thinking of this, Song Caixia felt that there was a nameless ghost fire rising up.

She lifted her heeled foot and kicked it under the desk, scolding uncleanly, "Move! You're using a little bit of strength! Paralyzed, you are good at coaxing others, and now you are still asked to work with your mouth, and you are pretending to be unwilling to do it? Believe it or not, the old lady will kill you now? I'm going to find a hundred female servants to squeeze you dry now, and there's not even scum left? ”

A man knelt under the desk.

He was past middle age, wearing a fairly clean set of clothes, with his hands on the floor, his head down, and his tongue in and out between Song Caixia's parted thighs, making his face full of mucus.

This is one of the rebels captured by the Affiliates last week. It is said that he is still an official and is the leader of this area.

There was no need for an interrogation room at all, and he took this guy to the food processing factory for a walk, and he was scared to pee his pants on the spot, and he swore that he would tell everything he knew honestly. Even the color of the underwear worn by those rebel soldiers was all explained clearly.

This guy was still an official in peacetime, the director of a certain province, and he really had a set of speeches, and even the interrogation and answering questions sounded like a beautiful language, as if the storyteller in ancient times could eat by mouth.

Song Caixia decided to give this guy a chance to eat.

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