Volume I: Section 31: Reality
Su Hao walked to the edge of the field, picked a handful of wheat ears that were being filled, rubbed off the hard shell on the surface, put the soft wheat grains in his mouth, and chewed slowly.
"What the hell is going on?"
It's still the middle-aged man who talked to Su Hao in the hall in the morning. He walked over with a sad expression, stood more than three meters away from Su Hao, and asked in a trembling tone: "Can you please tell me, this, what is going on?" What could happen for Lang? What happened? β
Su Hao looked at him and replied calmly, "Actually, you have already guessed the answer. That's right, it's a very contagious virus. The infected will be parasitized for a short time, mutating into the zombies you see along the way. β
"Why are you not infected? We also don't mutate? β
A tall woman squeezed to the front and asked in a low voice, "There shouldn't be such a thing, no, since it is transmitted through the air, why hasn't it spread to everyone?" You, you must be lying. I'm just in the work of immunization, you can't fool meββββ"
"Everyone's physique is different, and their ability to adapt to the virus is also different."
Su Hao glanced at her and said lightly: "Genes, gender, blood type, and cells may all have an impact on the virus, and the subtle difference between the fittest and the unwell is difficult to explain clearly in a few words." Since you're in this kind of work, you should understand that vaccines can't be applied to all people. It's like penicillin, although it can kill bacteria, but there are also people who are allergic to it, resulting in hemiplegia and even death. β
There was a strange light in the woman's eyes: "You mean, as long as the people who survive, they are immune to the virus?" β
Su Hao shook his head: "Airborne transmission is completely different from direct bites. You can understand that there is a difference in the amount of virus that enters the body. If airborne transmission is regarded as the criterion for the number of viruses entering the human body as "1", then zombie bites and scratches are "10" for the virus to enter, or "20", "30", "100" in multiplication, in short, those mutated creatures are dangerous, they feed on living people. β
In the crowd, a hoarse voice was muttering to itself: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it." It's not true, it's just an ordinary disaster, someone will definitely come to save us, things won't be what you say. β
The last sentence of the last sentence makes people suddenly active like a hormone. They talked a lot, some looked worried, and some looked numb. Everyone has their own opinion, and everyone presents evidence to convince the other. Some are in favor and some are against. Some people cried bitterly, others were excited, and the scene was chaotic, and the sound became louder and louder, like the "buzzing" noise of flies flying around.
Lao Song and Tao Yuan jumped out of the cab of the truck, walked to Su Hao's side with Du Tianhao, and silently watched the chaotic crowd.
"Nope! I would never believe such a thing. This is a lie, and he is deceiving us. The state and the government will not abandon the city, there will definitely be rescue! β
"It's not like they're lying, and there's no need to lie to us. We all saw the cars on the road, the corpses. That's all true, not a photographic prop. Remember when you were at the bathing center? Those thugs also said that the world has changed, changed."
"What are we going to do? Escape? β
"I'm going home, I'm going homeββββ"
The middle-aged man was still standing beside Su Hao, only a few minutes before and after, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old. He leaned his back, deaf to the discussion of the crowd behind him, looked at Su Hao with a confused gaze, very uncertain, and asked expectantly: "My son is in Guangzhou." Do you think he'll be okay? β
This question was a little unexpected, Su Hao glanced at him meaningfully, and slowly shook his head: "I don't know what to do." Many people died, but very few survived. β
The middle-aged man's expression gradually became sad, and his face was full of despair: "There really is no rescue force? Then why are you here to save us? Who are you? β
Lao Song looked at him with pity: "We are ordinary people just like you. β
"But you have guns."
"Soldiers and policemen are also human beings, and they can be infected and become zombies."
"What's going on in that small building, where the food is stored enough for hundreds of people to eat?"
"You can find these things in a lot of shops in town. Since we are alive, we need food and a place to live. β
Everything was explained logically, and the chaotic crowd slowly began to calm down, and the faces were as stiff as sculptures.
"Oh my God!"
I don't know who shouted this voice first, and it reverberated back and forth in everyone's empty hearts like thunder.
"Nope! I don't believe it! I don't believe in ββββ"
A woman in her forties screamed and rushed out of the crowd and ran desperately towards the cliff in the distance. She waved her hands, screaming hard enough to puncture her eardrums. A few men who had just come back to their senses chased after her and tried to catch her, but they couldn't exceed her crazy speed, so they could only watch her rush to the edge of the cliff, like a legendary martyr, and fall headlong.
At the bottom of the cliff is the turbulent river. On the map, its name is "Niulan River".
Unable to accept reality, you can only go crazy in the crash.
People stared blankly in the direction in which the woman had jumped, their eyes wide and their mouths open, like a group of puppets under a spell.
Suddenly, a tall and thin man woke up suddenly, ran to Su Hao quickly, grabbed his clothes tightly, shook desperately, was extremely excited, and asked in a frenzied voice: "No!" It shouldn't be like this. The infected area of the virus is not that large, and it is impossible for them to spread to the whole world. The United States, the United Kingdom, and Switzerland are countries with very advanced medical technology, so there must be vaccines there, right? We get out of here, we go to the airport, we look for the plane, we leave China. I'm going to get out of this damn place. β
Su Hao and Tao Yuan glanced at each other, and their faces suddenly became indifferent and sarcastic.
"Let's go now. Definitely. In the past, bird flu could only be cured by "Tamiflu", which could not be made in China at all, and there must be new drugs abroad that could eliminate the virus. You have guns, protect me, go together. I have money, and I won't let you run away in vain. You, you, and you, half a million each...... No, a million. β
The man grew more and more excited, and he gushed on and on a whole bunch of incoherent words. Although the order of the words is reversed and confusing, it is enough for people to understand what they want to say.
Du Tianhao threw away the cigarette butt between his fingers, spewed out a thick eye circle, looked up at the blue sky, and exhaled: "Lao Tzu's bank deposit is only 12,000 yuan. I used to think I was a poor person, hahaββββha β
As he spoke, he took out a red hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and lit it with a lighter in front of the man.
This action is more convincing than any words.
The thin man stared blankly at the black ashes that kept flying from the end of the flames, and the excitement and excitement in his eyes gradually faded. He felt that breathing became extremely difficult, as if an invisible boulder weighed heavily on his heart, crushing his self-esteem and shattering his faith. Like the devil, tear the familiar order alive.
"Plop ββββ"
He fell to his knees and fell to his knees, his head on the ground, his hands scratching at the dirt, and laughing like a nervous maniac.
"Hahaββββ you lied to me, you must be lying to me. Money, how could money be useless? I still have tens of millions in the bank, and you actually say that the money is useless? Burn money haha Swindler! It's all liars! β
Suddenly, he jumped up violently, rushed to Du Tianhao, pointed at the tip of his nose, and roared at the highest scale he could reach: "All this is a deception and a conspiracy made by you. I don't believe you talking, I don't believe a wordββββ"
His eyes were bloodshot, his face was red because there was too much blood rushing to the top of his head, he pointed at Du Tianhao, turned around and pointed at Su Hao, and then kept changing directions, pointing back and forth in the crowd, shouting hoarsely: "I am richer than you, Lao Tzu's "Bentley" is worth millions, and your monthly salary is not enough to pay for a casual meal." I still have gold, I have stocks, I have a house, I have "
Du Tianhao's face was gloomy, he strode over, and slammed the thin man in the cheek with a hard punch, completely blocking the unfinished words in the depths of his throat. Then, he spat at the helpless wailing man curled up on the ground, and cursed disdainfully: "Your mother is ββββ"
The middle-aged man who had been silent for a long time walked up to Su Hao and asked with a sad face, "We, what should we do?" β
Su Hao looked at him, then at the others standing opposite, and found that everyone's eyes were focused on him. There is hesitation, but also hostility and indifference. More often than not, it's anticipation and confusion.
"The city is full of zombies, and other mutated creatures that are even more terrifying. We have to build a new camp here. There is a lot of farmland to cultivate nearby, and there is also an abundant water source. Believe me, we can live well and not die. β
There were still people crying in low voices, and the gaze that looked at Su Hao still had an element of distrust and vigilance. Obviously, a few words can't dispel their inner guardiness and stubbornness. However, between "believing" and "not believing," they can only choose the former.
Because, choosing "unbelief" means leaving and being abandoned.
It means being completely swallowed up by the strange, chaotic, and cruel world
Four gray-green military tents were set up on the hillside, and through the half-hidden waterproof curtains, you could see that they were neatly arranged with marching beds, bedding, and various personal belongings.
More than 50 meters to the south, the open space is full of sand and gravel and bags of cement. They are covered with tarpaulin, and drainage ditches are dug into the ground around them. Several rut marks stretch from afar, connecting the field to the road. Occasionally, the wind blows, and loose floating earth flies everywhere.
Further afield, there is an excavator and a concrete mixer. The triangular piles have been built, and next to them are stacked with cut steel. Including the heavy trucks laden with bricks on the side of the road, all of these construction materials come from various construction sites in the city. In recent years, real estate has been speculated very hot, and it is being built everywhere. It's not so much a city as a large construction site that has been dug up and broken all over the ground. There are a wide variety of materials and the quantities are extremely large.
Clearing the flat land, mining soil samples, formulating building patterns, and now excavating the foundation are all discussed and drafted by Su Hao and other core members of the team. They also asked their new dependents to find someone who was familiar with construction and could get help. However, everyone was unfamiliar with it, and they had never been exposed to anything like it before.
In desperation, they had to use the most stupid method ββββ collect books on architecture from bookstores and study them carefully. You don't need to be proficient, you just need to understand the most basic principles and the most basic construction processes.
Su Hao's requirements for the field station are not highββββ at least a house for 100 people to live in, supporting reservoirs, warehouses, and garages.
The most important thing is to have a wall that is high enough, thick enough, and strong enough to enclose all the buildings.
A small solar power plant from a shop in the city has already been installed. This thing is very cheap, and the price on the label is no more than "36,800 yuan". The technology content is not as advanced as imagined, and according to the manual, it only took Liao Qiu a few hours to set it up outside the tent and start generating electricity.
Nine days have passed since the camp was set up.
Of the people who were rescued from the bathing center, there were thirty-one left. Among them were twenty-two men and nine women.
The rest of the people, some didn't believe Su Hao's words, and left directly, looking for another way out.
Some can't accept reality and go crazy.
Others choose to commit suicide
In the city, based on a small bank building, the three hunting teams have to go out every day. Their mission is to kill zombies, obtain rotting hormones and silver bones, and collect as much food, clothing, tools, fuel, and all available resources as possible.
Outside the city, Su Hao and Tao Yuan have been staying on the construction site, responsible for the construction progress of the field camp. Every two days, a shipment of supplies and materials is delivered from within the city. Many of the new team members know how to drive, and although they have never driven a truck before, the open road is the best test site. There are no traffic rules, and no police come to salute and then fine.
The foundations were dug deep and rotten. People have seen excavators, but they have no experience with them. The bucket either stretched too long, or it was stuck in the mud and forgot to recycle, and on two occasions it lost its center of gravity and the whole body leaned forward. Luckily, no one was hurt.
Comparing the books, Su Hao found that the foundation of more than 30 meters had exceeded the normal value. This depth is not to say that it is an ordinary building, even a building is sufficient. Frustrated, he had to choose another location nearby and rebuild.
He didn't want to waste time. The huge pit can be converted into an underground warehouse, or a parking lot.
Of course, the team's current technical strength is not enough to complete this project. It should be left to future joiners.
A lot of people are complaining, and some people are angry and shouting that they don't want to do it. It is not surprising that none of them had done ββββ same kind of work, and there was nothing technical about it. It is purely monotonous and boring to dig, pile-drive, mixing, and brick-laying, and the physical exertion is great.
Not everyone complained about it, and some continued to work in silence
The afternoon sun was stronger than usual, there was not a trace of wind, and as soon as sweat seeped through the skin, it was immediately evaporated by the boiling heat, leaving only a pale white circle of salt.
Su Hao stood next to the newly dug foundation and poured the mixed cement slurry into the foundation pillar with a bucket. The columns of these reinforced concrete structures are unusually large, exceeding the volume of ordinary building standards by four times, and the consumption of steel bars also increases. They stand like this, and they look fulfilling, sturdy, stable, and solid.
Everything is groping around. As long as the foundation of the lower layer is solid enough and the center of gravity is stable, the superstructure will certainly not collapse. Although it consumes several times more material than the normal amount, it is worth it.
Not only Su Hao was busy alone, but there were more than a dozen people around him doing similar work. In order to resist the scorching heat, Lao Song specially got a batch of sunhats of different colors from the city. People love and are happy with this gift. It's just that no one chooses a green hat.
A middle-aged man came over with a cart and dumped the cement slurry from the body into the column groove where the steel bars were set. He was wearing only a sweat coat, his trousers rolled up high, his body was covered in mud, his face was covered with dust, and he looked even older than he had been a few days ago.
Su Hao rubbed his hands full of mud, walked into the rest shed made of shade nets next to him, picked up two bottles of water, and handed one to him. Very satisfied, he said, "The foundation is almost there." In a few days, when the cement is dry, the construction of the ground part can begin. β
Probably because of the hot weather, the middle-aged man's expression was a little wilted. He nodded lightly, took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a big sip, exhaled a long breath of heat, and sighed with emotion: "I really didn't expect that I would actually come to do these things." In the past, it was a joke at all, and no one believed it when it was said. β
"Oh?"
Su Hao put down the drink bottle in his hand and looked at him suspiciously.
The middle-aged man said lightly: "Although I don't understand architecture, I can see that your camp is planned according to the large rooms where many people live, which is commonly known as "Tongpu". There are public toilets, communal bathrooms, and towers, and even the outermost wall is much thicker and taller than normal. I don't know if anyone else in the road has seen it, but I know very well that this is definitely not ββββ ordinary house, but a prison. β
Su Hao picked up the trowel, evenly wiped off the particles on the surface of the mortar layer, and smiled calmly: "There is no power grid here, it is strong and strong, and it is also safe, isn't it?" β
"I have two houses."
The middle-aged man may be tired, he squatted down and shook his head with emotion: "I thought that I would retire at almost the age and live a comfortable life for a few years, but I didn't expect that I still had to sleep with others." Those houses can sell for millions combined, and I have to count on someone else to fill my stomach now. β