Three of the four radios were desktop radios, and the remaining one was a small radio that he could take with him, so that with the one he had picked up earlier, he had a total of five radios in his hands.

All three desktop radios used the larger No. 1 battery, and the smaller one used the smaller No. 5 battery, and he found the corresponding model in the bag.

Since the radios were all picked up indoors, after the batteries were installed, they were all turned on smoothly, and there was a desktop radio that sounded very noisy, like an electric microphone.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you can keep making loud noises.

It took him some time, and he quickly figured out how to use the radios.

There is a radio that seems to have some problems with the memory, although it can show the name of the song, but it can't be played, but fortunately, its recording function can still be used, and Kyung-won played the music of another radio and recorded a tenor "Uncle is Legend" into it, and solved the problem very wittily.

The five radios played Tuhi music together, and there was really some magic sound, as if he had entered the Bundy Plaza, and he quickly turned them off.

He thought for a moment and put away the one he picked up first.

If you want to use them to create a trap to seduce the zombies, it means that if you burn down, there will be nothing left.

God knows how long he'll have to find the next high-tech machine to listen to music, and it's better to keep one for himself.

Carefully put the old radios away, Kyungwon blew out the candles, and lay down with his hands on his pillow.

Xiaobai lay on the floor, yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep alone.

After a tiring day, Kyungwon also felt tired, blinked, looked back at the empty room, and thought that his adaptability was really strong, and in less than half a month, he could already sleep in this kind of haunted house without burden.

But I still miss my little bed and the little ninja pillow, in fact, he has some recognition of the bed, if the bed that he is used to sleeping in suddenly changes one, it will be easy to lose sleep.

I haven't had much insomnia in the past few days, maybe my heart is too tired, who knows, at least when he dreams, he doesn't have to face this dead world.

...

The next day, Kyungwon woke up early.

He drove the agricultural tricycle to the entrance of the villa area, smeared a whole bottle of wind oil essence on Xiaobai, put it in a travel bag, and tightened the zipper.

The little guy understood what it meant, and after putting it in, he waited for it obediently.

Jing Yuan rode his bicycle around the villa area, this place does not occupy a large area, after all, it is a rich area, there seem to be only about forty villas in it, and the emphasis is on a low density.

There are three entrances, the main entrance and two side entrances.

He observed at the door that there were many zombies standing on the car lane, and after some reconnaissance, he decided to set the "zombie traps" in four corners and distributed in a square.

As soon as he said it, he entered the door, squeezed through the zombie crowd, and found a stacked villa near the gate, which was a more expensive villa with two villas stacked on top of each other.

He pulled out his eggplant knife and smashed the lock open, the sound of the lock attracting the nearby zombies, and he kicked the guys' butts, causing them to fall in the mud of the courtyard.

Then he began to cut down the bushes near the single-family house, and with great painstaking efforts, piled up the combustible materials on the side of the villa wall, and at the same time cleared a blank spot so that the fire would not spread too much and burn the entire villa area.

He had been doing this work all morning, and even with his strengthened physical fitness, it took him five or six hours to clean up the four villas.

After that, the job was much simpler, he held the oil drum, poured gasoline on those cut bush branches, and then placed the radio on the deserted grass, turned up the sound to the maximum, pressed...

The finger that pressed the switch suddenly stopped, because he thought of one thing, these zombies grabbed indiscriminately, and soon the radio was crushed, and there was no way to attract many zombies to come over at that time, and all the hard work of the morning would be in vain.

You can't put the radio on the ground, you have to hang it up.

Relying on his jumping power, which was far beyond the normal person's jumping, he easily hung the radio on the small hook that extended outward from the stone pavilion in the courtyard of the villa.

Then another light jump.

Click-

The switch is pressed, and the loudspeaker plays a dynamic rhythm as the tape rotates.

“Yo，comin back from sitting down~”

“Actually I never left~”

“Yo，Listen up~”

"Please don't be obsessed with Uncle, oh Uncle is just a legend~"

It was like an aunt dancing in the square, and a huge sound spread out.

The zombie crowd began to gather towards the location of the sound, and Kyungwon didn't linger, just slipped outside and watched from afar.

This scene is really funny, in broad daylight, those zombies you squeeze me, I squeeze you, gathered under the stone pavilion, and enthusiastically stretched out their hands towards the radio, it was like a fanatical fan chasing stars, this is really a big wave of "zombie fans".

He quietly waited for the nearby zombies to gather in the courtyard, some brainless zombies kept clinging to the wall and grabbed there, and Kyungwon took a file and spear, like a toad, poked the guy's buttocks, and escorted it to the "crematorium".

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the zombies in the neighborhood crowded into the "crematorium", swaying to the rhythm of the music, and every time the music reached its climax, their emotions would rise and become more noisy.

This scene is really a spectacle, Jing Yuan wants to make a video and post it on the Internet, and it must have a million likes, but unfortunately, there is no Internet anymore.

He closed the door to the courtyard and locked the steel cage with a picked steel pipe to lock the main gap.

When he came to the wall that had already been poured with gasoline, he lit a match and threw it, and in the next second, the flames instantly climbed and spread along the wall like a domino that had been knocked down.

The beating tongues of fire swallowed up the rancid smell in the air, the choking black smoke drifted into the sky, the fire burned brightly, and in the midst of fire and music, these long-dead people would turn to dust and return to the earth.

Kyungwon took one last look and went to the next "crematorium" to do the same.

Half an hour, four fires burned in the villa area, and Kyungwon smelled a burnt smell, but thinking of the source of the smell, his heart immediately began to feel nauseous.

He and Xiaobai sat in the three-wheeled cargo compartment of the farm, eating lunch while looking at the smoke rising from the walls of the villa area.

Touching Xiaobai's head, he whispered: "We will live here this winter, if you don't speak, I will take you as an agreement." ”

"What do you see? I don't know how to fix the hook, you kid also has a day to live in the villa, don't say it quickly, thank you master. ”

"Wang."

"That's right, follow your Uncle Jingyuan, eat fragrant and drink spicy."

Kyungwon rubbed Xiaobai's dog head and pulled the corners of its mouth to an ugly smile.

"It's really sloppy, forget it, let's go cool by yourself."

Kyungwon headed towards the middle of the road and threw out the red frisbee that Xiaobai liked the most.

It jumped down from the three-wheeled wheel, latched on to the frisbee, and when it came back, it stabbed its claws on the pallet, and climbed up with great difficulty, and happily handed the frisbee to Kyungwon's hand.

Kyungwon knew what it wanted, and really didn't know why Xiugou liked to play this kind of game.

"Run, Xiaobai, run, life lies in movement!"

Kyungwon threw the frisbee high, looked at its silly running appearance, and laughed.

It's not good to lie on your stomach if you're lame, it's really a stupid dog.