Chapter 43: A walkie-talkie

Tang Xiaotang was very depressed, he thought of several ways, but he vetoed them, the reason is that it is dangerous.

Tang Xiaotang is a very simple person, but none of the things he does are simple. At the age of 23, he dropped out of school in his senior year, not because he couldn't afford to pay the tuition, but because he didn't want to go to the place arranged by the school to do an internship, and he used his circle of friends and social connections to make a summer camp activity.

That year, he earned more money in a summer vacation than others earned in a hard year. While the classmates were racking their brains to find ways to perfect their resumes, this guy nicknamed Candy was already preparing for the start of the company.

Tang Xiaotang's hobby is very interesting, that is, shooting. It's not a gun, after all, firearms are forbidden in China, and he made a bow and arrow.

A distant relative of Tang Xiaotang is a former provincial team shooter, and he has been exposed to recurve bows for a long time, so he wants to get a bow club, so he and his relatives began to pool money, and his target positioning is very accurate, that is, two groups of people.

Part of it is those white-collar workers who are stressed and want to experience the excitement; The other part is for parents who want their children to have a skill.

As a result, after a year, he found that few white-collar workers rarely came to his shooting gallery, but they were warmly welcomed because of the opening of the junior specialty class.

Therefore, Tang Xiaotang is not simple, he has a seemingly honest and honest appearance, simple eyes, flexible body and accurate archery. He survived well, and in addition to these perks, he also had a brilliant head.

From the time he began to observe Claude, he knew that this man was powerful. He looked from a distance, and saw that the generator, which he had tried several times but had not been able to come up with, had been made by Claude with three or two clicks. Then the next day he was amazed to see that the man had actually made a water source. Then he observed how the man walked freely among the zombies, and how easily he killed the zombies.

It's powerful, but it's also dangerous. Candy will look at people, he knows what kind of people can bargain, which kind of people should be careful and tempted, but he seems to have miscalculated, he didn't expect that the other party didn't care about this set of things he made, and he didn't even look at it.

Either he is an extremely confident man who thinks that he does not need help from others in these last days; Or, he's a person who hides a lot of secrets and doesn't want others to find out about his **.

Either way, at least now Candy understands that this man is very difficult to approach. He decided to go another way, although he really wanted to walk over in the open, knock on the door, and then leave if there was something to say. It's a pity that he was a little scared, he didn't dare, he was worried about his own safety, and he was also measuring the force value of both sides.

The other party is obviously stronger than himself, and if the other party has malicious intentions, then going is simply sending meat to the mouths of others.

The idea is both reasonable and unreasonable. But the reason for the idea was the insight and experience of the candy. Not long after the outbreak of the last days, he saw with his own eyes rape, murder, robbery, arson, and theft. It is hard to imagine that the difference in people's reactions in the face of disaster can be so great, and all kinds of sins show him in front of him, so that he has to be cautious and careful with everyone around him.

This morning was a little dark, and the dark clouds overhead were a little bleak, as if it was going to rain, but it was just gloomy and could not fall.

Claude pushed the door open, and then he saw that the feathered arrow on the door was gone, replaced by a walkie-talkie.

Is this a demonstration? Or is it co-opting? Claude looked at these little actions with some amusement, he didn't like to have anything to do with this kind of too smart person, because he was a smart person himself.

"Hello big brother, can you hear my voice? I'm Tang Xiaotang, you can call me candy, ah, haven't you asked the eldest brother what to call him? ”

A man's voice came from the walkie-talkie, which sounded very young and a little honest, and a smile appeared on the corner of Claude's mouth, which was a little interesting.

When you come up, you call it big brother, what does it mean? It shows that he knows that it is a man who picks up the walkie-talkie, either he guessed it, or he is hiding somewhere to observe himself.

Tell your name, and also say your nickname, hehe, candy, a name that sounds very interesting, easy for others to remember, and will not cause any offending. By self-reporting the door to give people a sense of honesty and security, but in fact, who cares what your name is, the name is just a code name, today you are called candy, tomorrow you are called shell lang and no one cares about you.

Claude pretended to want to answer, but he didn't know how to talk, picked up the walkie-talkie and fiddled, and soon a voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Ah, I forgot to say, big brother, did you see the green button on the side of the walkie-talkie?" Press that and you'll be able to talk to me. ”

Sure enough, are you observing yourself somewhere?

"Meet in the living room of the villa in Building 4 at 10 o'clock tonight." After Claude said this, he dropped the walkie-talkie and walked back.

"Eh, big brother, big~" Tang Xiaotang put down the walkie-talkie depressedly, what is the situation, it's too simple, I haven't said anything, just tell the time and place, no matter how he thinks about it, he has a bit of a feeling of being in the underworld, and he began to mumble in his heart, what is going on.

Claude was a little unhappy, the first point, early in the morning, he saw something that shouldn't appear in front of his house, this time it was a walkie-talkie, will it be a bomb next time?

The second point, which is Claude's biggest headache, is that the diesel generators are not working.

Looking at this old big guy, he worked hard to get it, but it broke in two days.

Maybe it's because it's so old, and when Claude started it early in the morning, he didn't know what was wrong, he couldn't get it up, and he couldn't fix it, so he thought of the 4 newer generators he saw at the gas station.

To get those generators out, he had to find a big car, preferably a crane, but he looked carefully when he drove back, and there were no cranes on the road, and the biggest car was the pickup truck that pulled flowers.

Let's see what the kid needs at night, Claude smiled, he almost thought of the kid's idea, it was nothing more than to unite and live together, which Claude still had some concerns, after all, the fewer people he saw now, the better.

Claude took a closer look at himself when he was taking a bath yesterday, the gun hole on his arm had healed, the gun hole on his chest was basically invisible, there was no problem with the place where his left hand was bitten by a zombie dog, and the black blood vessels were much lighter, and it seemed that everything was going well.

But what is the reason for all this, Claude wants to know, but he just can't grasp it.

Maybe it really has something to do with sleep, Claude also carefully observed the situation of his sister Anna, it took her a long time to wake up this morning, it seems that there is a little agility in her eyes, and the light of her soul is brighter than before, which makes Claude's originally depressed mood immediately improve, he seems to see hope, it won't be long before his sister will get better, and it will definitely get better.

(I want to write slowly, but I can't be slow, I originally wanted to wait for another half a year to release this book, but it was still sent out in advance, should the pace be faster?) Some book friends have said that they want me to speed up the progress, well, on the premise of ensuring quality. ）