At 12 noon, Wang Lu turned on the power of the walkie-talkie.

"The Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, I am the Yellow River, I am the Yellow River. Complete. ”

"The Yellow River, the Yellow River, I am the Yangtze River, I am the Yangtze River. Complete. ”

"The Yangtze River, the Yangtze River, and the Yellow River are all safe. Complete. ”

"The Yellow River, the Yellow River, and the Yangtze River are also safe. Complete. By the way, don't forget to take something up the hill according to the note I gave you. Complete. This time it's really over. ”

This pile of dirt and messy calls is none other than Wang Lu and Chen Wei.

When Wang Lu was a child, he watched "Crossing the River Reconnaissance", and he always envied the newspaper operator inside, and played war games with his friends in Xiangyang Courtyard, and he always stuck a bamboo pole in the collar of his back coat and held a red brick in his hand, just like a newspaper operator, shouting "Yangtze River and Yellow River" in his mouth.

This little thought, of course, disappeared in the later era of mobile phones, but now, after a period of stupidity, it was agreed that the calls between himself and Chen Wei were "Yangtze River" and "Yellow River" respectively, which can be regarded as a fulfillment of a childhood dream.

Stuffing the walkie-talkie in the camouflage vest, Wang Lu took out a small note.

It was scribbled in pencil:

Toothpaste, soap, laundry detergent, toilet paper, sanitary napkins, size 35 women's flats, socks, mosquito coils, ginger......

There are all kinds of things, and there are many miscellaneous things.

Wang Lu touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

Chen Wei, this little girl, is a husband who goes to the supermarket on the street.

I'm killing zombies, okay?

It's okay to say anything else, where can I find this ginger?

The ginger used by farmers at home has long been moldy if it is left for so long.

It's only been a few days of stable life, and I actually remember to release ginger in the stir-fry.

Well, this also shows that I have given my family a solid sense of security.

What an amazing straight man.

Wang Lu boasted of himself, re-stuffed the note, sorted out his equipment, carried a crossbow in one hand, a beast trap in the other, and a woodcutter stuck in his back waist - he had already retrieved it from the zombie next to the iron pulley, with a telescope around his neck, and strode towards the town.

The old-fashioned approach is always the most effective.

Throw bloodstones tied to the fishing line from afar, teasing the zombies to chase after them, all the way to the trap.

Wang Lu is already familiar with this set of methods.

The section of the street in front of him, from the entrance of the town to the vegetable market at the corner, has been cleaned up by Wang Lu with this method of fishing for stones.

There is only one left.

This zombie has been wandering around a pharmacy.

The door of the pharmacy is not a glass door, but a plastic curtain door, which is commonly used in summer, one end to protect the air conditioning inside, the other end to block the heat wave on the street outside, and it is convenient for customers to enter and exit.

This inconspicuous plastic curtain door, today, has brought unexpected obstacles to Wang Lu.

"Bang, bang", a few sounds, the stones hit the plastic curtain, rolled down the steps, and did not enter the door.

The zombies inside the pharmacy wandered around unmoved.

Wang Lu tried to throw it a few more times, but it still didn't work, the stone was too light, unless, change the brick.

That's too heavy, and it's inconvenient to pull up the fishing line.

Wang Lu was a little anxious.

He retrieved the stone, spun around in place, and kicked the trap that had been opened next to his foot.

Wang Lu didn't hesitate anymore.

He raised his hand and yelled at the zombies in the pharmacy, "Hey! ”

The sound was abruptly loud in the street, which had been quiet for so long.

The zombie jerked back.

Wang Lu stood firmly in place: "Come here!" Come here! You shit, bastard, thirteen o'clock, neurotic, stupid B, Niang, Xi Pi off the bottom of the tea basket-"

Wang Lu happily scolded the zombies in various dialects, and even scolded the old dialect of Yonggang City, "Bottoming Tea Basket".

This zombie is originally from Ningbo Hong Kong, so he should be able to understand this dialect, right?

Seems to have understood.

The zombie crashed out of the pharmacy and stumbled towards the king road.

Wang Lu still stood straight, and all kinds of dialect curses in his mouth were also tuned, which was "nunchucks".

The zombie slammed its arms out.

Boom, a voice that couldn't be more familiar sounded.

The zombie's leg is bitten by the beast's clip, and it loses its balance and falls to the ground with a heavy side.

Wang Lu raised the crossbow in his hand.

One buckle.

It's that simple.

Although he chattered about the crossbow that day, Wang Lu did not abandon it, and replaced it with a wood......cutter that he picked up again.

At the end of the day, this is still timid.

It's a little bit to be far away from zombies.

Therefore, the woodcutter is the most powerful weapon used for self-defense.

To kill zombies, you still use the stone beast and crossbow arrows to "the old three".

Taking out the arrow from the zombie's head, Wang Lu whistled easily.

The street was cleared, and there were 40 zombies dead under his hands.

The "green zone" is getting bigger and bigger.

Wang Lu's mentality is no longer the same as the first time he stepped into Yinjiang Town, he is terrified all the time, and every time he takes a step, he is afraid that there will be zombies suddenly jumping out of the house next to him.

Wang Lu walked into the pharmacy where the zombie had just stayed and walked around, this is a happy and affordable pharmacy, the store is not big, it is the size of a 24-hour street store.

Wang Lu rummaged through the medicines on the shelves, found some commonly used cold and diarrhea and fever medicines and put them away, and turned out a few bottles of alcohol, red potion, purple potion, cotton swabs, gauze and so on, and found good things in the glass cabinet against the wall - a few small bottles of Yunnan Baiyao. Before going out, Wang Lu took two mercury thermometers.

Out of the pharmacy, Wang Lu's eyes turned, and he hit the idea of a new beauty and new pastry shop next door.

Walking into the pastry shop, on his left hand were two vertical glass freezers, in which were cakes - Wang Lu didn't even look at them, the cakes must have been broken a long time ago - he rummaged through the pastry shelves on the right, and the bread - moldy, cream sandwich biscuits - could not be eaten, but found five packets of cookies.

Wang Lu opened the bag of cookies, sniffed it, and a fragrance came to his nose, not bad, good. Also, non-vacuum-packed cookies in supermarkets have a shelf life of one year.

Wang Lu put away the cookies and went to the back operation room to take a look.

There are only a few moldy cakes, and in the current pastry shop, the counter is only used to decorate the cake, and the cake body is not baked on the spot at all. Wang Lu's hopes of finding a few bags of flour were in vain.

However, if you can bring back cookies, you can make Chen Wei and Wang Bi'an happy for a few days.

Wang Lu whistled lightly and walked out of the West Pastry Shop.

As soon as I walked to the street, a voice suddenly sounded, very weak, with a feeble hoarseness, "Master, master." ”

The hairs on Wang Lu's whole body stood on end.

In broad daylight, the sun was hanging high, but Wang Lu thought he had bumpered with a ghost!

How long has it been, how long has it been since I met a living person.

I have been wandering around Yinjiang Town for such a long time, except for the old man who committed suicide when I first entered the town, I have never even encountered a real dead person.

But now, someone is calling for themselves!

Wang Lu backhanded and raised his crossbow: "Who?" Who?! Come out. ”

"Master, master." The weak voice is still calling.

Wang Lu heard it clearly this time, and the voice came from his head.

He looked up and saw that on a small two-story building across the street, the window was open at some point, and a woman with long hair, standing behind the windowsill, called in a low voice, "Master, master." ”

Wang Lu exhaled heavily, he was a living person!