It's really creepy.

It was precisely because she saw this extremely cruel punishment that Song Caixia dispelled her intention and decided to follow the orders of the murderous corpse and carefully manage the city.

It's not because I'm afraid, but I feel a sense of responsibility inexplicably.

Song Caixia knows very well that even if she doesn't do some things, someone else will do them. If it's just a death, the problem is that the successor may do worse than himself, and it is even possible that a villain will be deliberately selected by the murderer to sit in the foreground.

In fact, the requirements of the murderous corpse are not difficult to meet: as long as the supply of raw materials for the food processing plant is guaranteed, then everything is right. You don't have to think about the "fate of your kind", you don't have to think about your own safety, as long as you have a clear conscience, take the evil and cruelty to the extreme, organize more subordinate armies, capture more human survivors from outside the city, and produce enough human sausages every day...... Then, you can get everything you want.

For the giving of material wealth, the murderous corpse is very generous. Because they hardly use these things, and they are not like human beings, who are very attached to money and wealth, and have an incomparably insane possessive desire1.

Not everyone is like Song Caixia who is brewing to set up a livestock farm. The painstaking and laborious work is certainly much more difficult than the grinding of foreign workers. Song Caixia does not consider herself a savior, and she has never considered any conscience.

She's just scared of death.

The timid guy will do what is most beneficial to him. Song Caixia's farm plan is also based on this consideration. Quite simply———— as long as there is an adequate source of food, the corpse will expand its population. For example, once a hundred humans were able to feed their food requirements, this number will increase as the population expands. Although the Zombies set up farms and provided food to the human slaves in the city, there were too many uncontrollable factors in this kind of thing.

What if those slaves are lazy?

What if they were provoked by the rebels to start a strike, causing the farm to be interrupted, or even deliberately setting fire to the farm, burning the crops and the grain reserves in the warehouse?

By that time, what will happen to the hundreds of thousands of human slaves in the city?

Where do their rations come from?

If human slaves die on a large scale, it will only lead to one consequence———— the murderous corpses will be starved of food.

When everyone ate it all, the last food left was Song Caixia. Although the murderous corpse is not bad to her and has given her a heavy responsibility, in their eyes, Song Caixia is also food.

It's like if you have a dog as a pet, you love the dog to sleep every day, buy it the best dog food, bathe it every day, and take it for a walk when you have time...... But that doesn't change the fact that it's a dog. If one day you are unemployed, have no money to buy food, and you are desperately hungry, it is natural to think of dog meat hot pot, crispy cold dog meat, braised dog meat, dog meat consommé and other delicacies.

What Song Caixia is doing now is actually no different from what she did when she was caught by the murderous corpse, locked in the basement, and sowed discord among a group of captives, so that she could live until the end.

The difference is that her current stage is an entire city. The human slaves who needed to be controlled and who must die before her, as many as hundreds of thousands.

The head of the hall still gave in.

He had been starved for two days and now drooled just by smelling the food. Not to mention a bone with not much meat left, even if it was a whole grain grain in the feces that had not yet been fully digested, he would think carefully and pinch his nose to eat it.

Looking at the hall director who wanted to stand up and walk to the chicken bone in the corner, Song Caixia suddenly picked up a bowl of rice in front of her and threw it in that direction.

"Bang!"

The rice bowl was broken, and the white and crystal rice grains were sprinkled all over the ground.

"Don't stand up!"

Song Caixia unceremoniously took out a pistol from the drawer, held it in her hand menacingly and waved it, and let out a smug laugh from her mouth: "You have to crawl over like a dog, and then give me food on my stomach." ”

After a pause, she added, "My mother has never treated you as a human being, so you'd better not treat yourself as a human being." Remember! Food processing factories only accept human flesh, and products such as dog meat sausages have never been made. If it makes me feel like you're alone, then I'll kick you out and send you where you need to be. ”

Without waiting for the ugly hall chief to answer, Song Caixia scolded viciously again.

"Damn dog officer!"

……

In an abandoned hut, Liao Qiu sat in front of a window with broken glass, looking up at the night sky.

Although the weather was not very good, the cold wind was howling, mixed with scattered raindrops, Liao Qiu maintained a fixed posture and did not move at all.

He looked very intently, and his eyes seemed to see through the clouds, seeing the distant universe.

Zheng Xiaoyue sat in front of the fire, her curvy body wrapped in a down jacket, and she was using a small wooden stick to pluck the potatoes in the ashes. They are cooked by the embers, their skin is charred and black, giving off an enticing aroma of food.

"Did you find anything?"

Zheng Xiaoyue flexibly dialed out the potatoes one by one, cooled them on the clean ground, raised her head, and asked Liao Qiu, who was facing her back, "You have been standing there for more than two hours, aren't you hungry?" ”

Liao Qiu didn't look back and said, "Give me a little more time, it should be almost." ”

Zheng Xiaoyue pursed her lips and stopped talking. She cocked her fingers and picked up a ripe potato, carefully peeling off the black skin from the surface, revealing pieces of yellow and clear contents.

Next to it was a white porcelain bowl containing salt and dried chilies, and two opened tin cans were already simmering by the fire. That's the easiest way to do it, just put them on the fire, just heat them up a little.

The food was simple, but Zheng Xiaoyue tried her best to make the dinner richer. She cultivated some lettuce out of empty cans, and although the plants were short, they were edible and tender.

She quickly finished eating the first potato, and as soon as she picked up the second, Liao Qiu finally turned around and walked towards the fire.

"I can control it!"

The expression on Liao Qiu's face was a little puzzled. He reached out to catch the baked potatoes handed over by Zheng Xiaoyue, slowly rubbing them in the palm of his hand, feeling the temperature that was not hot: "I can finally control it." ”

The "it" here refers to the space station.

Just last week, the team encountered a stabilizer-level infected. Zheng Xiaoyue and Liao Qiu worked together to kill him. They had eaten the corpse for a week. If it weren't for Zheng Xiaoyue's freezing skills to keep the meat fresh, I'm afraid they would all lose interest in rotting stinky meat.

Zheng Xiaoyue successfully evolved to the second stage of maturity. Liao Qiu is the first stage of maturity.

He began to try to control the space station far away in the universe.

For several days in a row, Liao Qiu diverged his thoughts in silence. Now, he has finally completed his initial control.

It's just that there are some things that have just been discovered that make Liao Qiu feel very surprised.

"I don't know what to tell you......"

Liao Qiu hesitated a little, and slowly tore the skin of the baked potato: "I have been to that space station, but the last time I went there was a hurry, and I didn't pay attention to many details. This time...... Anyway, I feel like it's old, like it's been there for a long time. ”

The divergent sense of thought extends from the ground to space, as if it has a physical naked eye, observing the space station from close range. Liao Qiu "saw" that the surface of the space station was uneven, which seemed to be caused by the continuous impact of some kind of hard object. The amplitude of the pit is very small, about three to five centimeters. But there are many of them, and they are densely packed, and there are dozens of them.

The paint surface has also been mottled, revealing a silvery-white layer of metal. In particular, the red flag at the head of the space station has been peeled off by a third, and the yellow five-pointed star is difficult to discern.

The last time he took a rocket to space was to escape for his life, Liao Qiu didn't have time to think about anything else at that time. He didn't even look through the station's computer data, nor did he pay attention to the various objects inside.

The station is very old. Although it did not fall dust in space, Liao Qiu still found a lot of problems.

Fifty percent of the solar panels are out of service, and the rest can meet the basic energy needs inside the space station, but the engine cannot be started. In this way, this highest-level mechanical product of human civilization is suspended in space, controlled by the earth's gravity, and slowly orbiting in a fixed orbit.

The results of the detection of the weapon system are the same as last time, they can be used, but each shot consumes a lot of energy. Moreover, with Liao Qiu's current evolutionary level, it was not realistic to control the operation from the distant ground. Even if he could lock onto the target, he would not be able to control the orbit change of the space station, releasing a huge amount of destructive energy.

It's still the same problem———— Liao Qiu's evolution level is insufficient.

If it's just observation and initial control, it's barely enough.

Zheng Xiaoyue frowned: "It's old? How so? ”

Although part of the memory is missing, Zheng Xiaoyue has not forgotten the news about the space station. After all, it was an important ceremony that the people of the whole country were celebrating: the successful launch of the space station developed and manufactured by the Chinese people and assembled in space. The specific time seems to be two years ago, and it will not be more than three years at most.

But according to Liao Qiu's description, the space station may have been there for hundreds of years.

At least on the surface.

After pondering for a long time, Zheng Xiaoyue asked suspiciously: "I said, are you joking?" ”

A wry smile appeared on Liao Qiu's young face: "Sister Zheng, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Besides, the head is not here now, where do I have the heart to joke about such a thing? ”

Zheng Xiaoyue didn't believe Liao Qiu, but this matter was really incredible.

She decided to turn her attention elsewhere.

"When the hell will you actually be able to control the station's weapons systems?"

(End of chapter)