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Zhang Xiaoqiang looked downstairs blankly, "Could it be that all the zombies on the street have run here?" The small space downstairs is densely packed with zombies, the position of the staircase from below to the platform is a bit biased, the staircase and the main body of the building form an angle, hundreds of zombies are crowded in the corner, and several zombies on the edge of the corpse smelled Zhang Xiaoqiang's smell and walked towards him.

Just experienced a fierce fight, the physical decline is great, want to kill hundreds of zombies, he may be exhausted, back home, hard to think of a way, outside the window downstairs the street is empty, only a few broken leg zombies crawling on the ground, the S-type zombie that likes to eat mice, it is possible to continue to evolve The S-type zombie is also one of them, only one arm and thigh was gnawed by the mutant dog to only the thigh bone, it was the most fierce that day, it was the fastest rush, and naturally it was the worst.

"In what way?"

"Burn with fire? There's no gasoline, not much cooking oil! ”

"With a sniper crossbow? There are only six crossbow arrows, and there are 40 steel balls left, at most a quarter of them will be killed, and what about the remaining three-quarters? ”

"Leave the zombies alone and use a rope to go down the window to the downstairs? But how to get the fence down, there are no tools. ”

"Rushing out with thick clothes wrapped all over your body?" Zhang Xiaoqiang shuddered and shook his head. "That's looking for death"

After thinking about it and not thinking of a way, Zhang Xiaoqiang thought of the zombie again.

"Zombies can't see, they can hear, they can smell, they walk slowly, well, S-type zombies are not among them, who says it's slow and who is in a hurry." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to think crankily.

"I don't have eyesight, I have average hearing, and I have a super sense of smell." Zhang Xiaoqiang began to summarize. Zombies are sensitive to blood for kilometers, and at least at the same time, all the zombies within a kilometer of the downstairs have run to him.

"Super sense of smell" Zhang Xiaoqiang kept chattering, being able to smell a kilometer of smell means that the olfactory organ is developed, which means precision, and precision means that it is easy to be damaged.

"I thought of a way", for zombies, the more sensitive the sense of smell is, the more important it is to the body, in the process of mutation, the development of the various sensory organs of the body is extremely uneven, too dependent on the sense of smell, the greater the impact on the zombie's sense of smell, the greater the impact on the zombie body. The sense of smell is the radar and locator of the zombies, and if the sense of smell fails, the zombies will become headless flies!

If you can't make napalm, you should be fine with a few copycat gas bombs. Just do it when you think of it, Zhang Xiaoqiang walked to the kitchen.

After a while, several cottage gas bombs were placed in front of him, with semi-wet dried chili peppers as the main body, some star anise cinnamon peppercorns, wrapped in a ball with a sheet, and drizzled with peanut oil. In addition, some pepper noodles were prepared separately and wrapped in newspaper.

When he was ready, he went out, and there were seven or eight zombies around the corpse of the mutant cat, probably following Zhang Xiaoqiang to the platform, he didn't pay attention to them, anyway, there were still a lot of corpses left, enough for them to eat for a while!

Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the staircase, the zombies downstairs were still crowded together, and a few zombies at the edge shook towards him slowly, he threw the newspaper wrapped in pepper noodles to the corpses, the newspaper spread over the corpses, and the pepper noodles inside were sprinkled, turning into a black and gray fog in the air and slowly covering the corpses, and soon the corpses began to mess up, Zhang Xiaoqiang lit the homemade gas bag and threw it at the corpses, and after a while, a thick smoke rose from the corpses, The smell of choking tears can even be smelled by Zhang Xiaoqiang standing on the platform, let alone the zombies downstairs.

The corpses were like hornets that had been stabbed and scurried around without brains, the zombies pushed each other, screamed, and some were smoked and hurriedly scratched and bit the same kind around them, some zombies were knocked to the ground, and then hundreds of big feet stepped on their bodies and were submerged in the corpses.

There was no trace of the corpses downstairs, and only a dozen unlucky zombies whose bones had been trampled off were paralyzed on the ground. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look at the zombies who were munching around the corpses of mutant cats, and tightened the iron gun in his hand.

Standing in the commissary, the ground is full of various packaging bags, Zhang Xiaoqiang is picking up a cookie to eat, drinking a big sip of mineral water from time to time, eating up the food at home in the morning always feels not full, and then killed dozens of zombies, physical exertion, feel more hungry, and now he wants to eat back in the commissary.

The biscuits on the shelves were rapidly consumed, and after the last cookie was dropped by him, he scanned the empty food shelves with a greedy gaze.

"It's only eight points full. Some regrets, the small shop is not big, after he looted several times most of the shelves have been empty, only a few dozen packs of instant noodles left, some rice noodles, seasonings are a lot, he in line with the idea of rather miss not let go of all put it in the backpack, thinking that there are not many cigarettes at home, took a red box "Yellow Crane Tower" and said, (the unit price of 50 yuan used to be unsmovable, of course you can't let go now,) a soft China go home!

Zhang Xiaoqiang is ready to set off tomorrow to escape from the city, now prepare all kinds of supplies, and go home to go back to the previous few to find food to see if there is any gain, but unfortunately there is little harvest, but in the bedroom of the military fan found a box of steel balls, a multi-functional folding military shovel, the shovel can be chopped, sharpened, pliers and saw, he hid under the bed, and finally cheapened Zhang Xiaoqiang, and finally he put a large page map of the province in the desk.

Pack all the instant noodles, then put in a bag of ten catties of Thai fragrant rice, two handfuls of noodles, and some mustard. A few bottles of mineral water, a look at the backpack is only half filled, and it can also hold a lot of things. I filled a few more bottles of water, looked at the old godmother of the beef sauce I got back, thought that the glass bottle was heavy, found an empty mineral water bottle, mixed various sauces together, and poured it in. A few more cigarettes are disassembled and packed into a backpack.

Then he found a large old-fashioned military kettle, which his dad used to hunt. Wash it and fill it with water, the water is not too much, God knows if there is a virus in the water outside.

I also found an old-fashioned military satchel, which can be used to hold the family's old-fashioned Lu Tie lunch box, the lunch box can be boiled to cook rice, and a small enamel cup, which is naturally left by his father. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but sigh.

"Although the things left by the old man are old, they are all treasures."

In the end, I checked it, thought about it again, put the remaining bottle of "Rice Flower Fragrance" liquor at home in a plastic bottle, and put it in the satchel together with two packs of salt and a bag of tea, and when the living materials were ready, it was time to check the weapons, iron guns, sabers, and dozens of times using a sniper crossbow to let Zhang Xiaoqiang find a little trick and polish off the protective paint on the arrow path. This reduces wear and tear and increases the smoothness of the arrow. From time to time, put some lubricating oil, stick the military shovel on the backpack and "OK", think about it, stick the previously used iron hammer and military shovel together, God knows when you can use it!

When Zhang Xiaoqiang finished preparing and the sky began to darken, Zhang Xiaoqiang went to the opposite door and moved a few imitation mahogany chairs back, split them in the living room and burned them. The wind blew in through the open window, causing the flames in the living room to dance, illuminating the room from time to time. The light and darkness drove his mind to recall all the joys and sorrows in this house, and the last night before Zhang Xiaoqiang left was at this time.