The more he walked, the more familiar he became, yes, Jing Yuan recognized this road, he did go all the way to the east, and it was impossible to take the wrong road.

In the rain curtain, the height of the residential buildings can be gradually distinguished, the highest floor of ten miles of sunshine is only 12 floors, in the center of the city such a more expensive than the gold land, only 12 floors are built, it is quite conspicuous, than the surrounding crowded buildings that are eager to squeeze together for thirty or forty floors, much more refreshing, at a glance you know that it is for the rich man-made.

Although he hadn't seen the number of the house yet, he could already distinguish the shape from the vague height of the floor.

The rain was still very heavy, and it was covered with a layer of gray gas like clouds and mist, which was dim, but Jingyuan didn't need to take a step and stop a step, and walked like a landmine.

Even though his shoes were soaked in water, his feet finally stepped on the smooth, neat asphalt road.

Pulling the shoulder strap of his duffel bag up, he continued to move on, unconsciously slowing down his steps.

I don't feel the load on my body mentally, but sure enough, my body is still tired.

Just like the driver of the Gundam, the driver sitting in the control room, of course, can give the order to attack the Gundam at will, anyway, even if the mechanical arm of the Gundam is cut off, the driver will not be in pain, and the driver can not take care of his Gundam at all, but when the body is damaged to a certain extent and cannot be repaired, it will have to be declared scrapped.

A Gundam pilot can get a new Gundam, but Kyowon can't get a new body.

He thought he needed to get some rest, preferably in the sun, and although there were no small saplings on his head, it seemed that the sun had a unique effect on his recovery, and he didn't know if it was photosynthesis or what.

Maybe it's energy, after all, sunlight contains a huge amount of energy, it can be said that the energy of the whole earth comes from the sun, the nutrients that humans take in food, the oil needed to drive the combustion of cars... These are just one manifestation of the sun's overflowing energy.

The reason why life on the ground can move and grow is because of the energy released by that burning star for almost eternity.

Green plants store the sun's energy in chemical bonds through photosynthesis, herbivores then obtain the stored solar energy from plants, then carnivores, and finally decomposers who decompose animal and plant debris.

All this is the repeated use of sunlight, the world can be without animals these consumers, but it must not be without plants as producers, if in an instant, all plants disappear, it will not be long before the planet will become a dead piece.

Kyungwon thought that he might be able to get his energy directly from sunlight, without the need for a producer to convert it into an actual starch-like substance for him.

The sun's rays help his body recover from injuries, which has been proven.

According to normal logic, the energy of sunlight must first be converted by the plant into the chemical bonds in the organic matter, and then he eats the organic matter, or the animal like a pig eats the organic matter to store the energy in fat and pork, and then digests it by him, and finally his body repairs the wound through these energy and substances, so that he can return to a better state.

But his current body does not follow this logic.

He was exposed to direct sunlight and the wound could be repaired, and this process must have consumed some substances in the body, so he would feel very hungry after a morning of sunbathing that day.

That is to say, he skipped the process of transforming energy into plants, and he seems... The energy he needs can be drawn directly from the sun.

If that's the case, then the efficiency of this transformation is simply terrifying.

There are still many secrets of this body that he doesn't know, and he always feels that he is different from those ordinary zombies, and he should be an evolution like the little girl in the supermarket.

After crossing into this world for more than two days, he ate several canned food and drank several bottles of water, but he never went to the toilet once.

He didn't know how he digested them, and though he was curious, he couldn't have cut his belly open to see what was inside his intestines.

If he appears in front of scientists, there will be many people who will conduct detailed research and experiments on these issues.

His body structure is no longer a human body structure, he craves flesh and blood, fresh flesh and blood, for the dead carrion, he feels disgusting like a normal person, but for a living creature like Xiaobai, there is always a desire to devour it alive.

Instinct drove him to do so, but... Why?

What was it in the living creatures, the warm blood and the bright red flesh that made him so longing?

He had a hunch that if he really tore the fresh meat and drank the blood, then his body would undergo irreparable changes, and his hope of turning back into a human would become even more slim.

So he stood at the bottom of Building 3 and took a deep breath to suppress the bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

The thought of Xiaobai's lively appearance made him feel very hungry, even if he had eaten a lot in the supermarket.

It must have been because of his physical exhaustion today, and his bodily functions were impaired, causing him to desperately crave something from a living creature in order to quickly recover his physical strength to its best condition.

But he couldn't, he always believed in his heart that he was a man, not a bloodthirsty monster.

He sat on the steps of the first floor, watching the rippling water and the pouring rain outside the door to meditate and calm his mind.

Glancing at his watch, at 2:42 p.m., he left the house at 8 a.m., and it took nearly 7 hours to go back and forth, but he felt that it was far more than 7 hours, and every minute and every second seemed so long in such a harsh environment.

But it's finally coming back, and everything is slowly getting better.

He found enough food and water to survive the rainstorm.

But that wasn't enough for him, he wanted a warm and comfortable place to live, without wind or rain, and with a soft bed, and it was a little uncomfortable to sleep on a narrow sofa.

He also wanted clothes that fit well and clean, and he wanted books, comics, or novels that would relieve boredom.

If you can find a generator and enough fuel to get the electricity on, it's even better to play with a computer and a mobile phone.

Although there is a high probability that the network in this world will collapse, there should always be some stand-alone games, and he thinks that in the corner of this city, there must be computers and mobile phones that can still be used.

He had the opportunity to play games that he had never played before, and he had the opportunity to appreciate the excellent works created by people from other worlds in the sparks of the collision of ideas.

Maybe someone has a teacher's lecture video hidden in their hard drive.

Thinking of this, his spirit lifted and suppressed that primitive and savage bloodthirsty impulse.

It was time to go upstairs, and he strode towards room 707 with a bag full of supplies, smiling.