Kyungwon wrote down the note, placed it next to his pillow, and pressed it with the remote control of the air conditioner.

He found a thermos cup, placed it on the bedside table, poured hot water into it, and took a long plastic straw.

The lid of the thermos cup was slightly skewed by the straw, and the water vapor floated out from the gap in the mouth of the cup, and he aimed the mouth of the straw at the side of the bed to ensure that when he was away, Tang Xue could use this straw to drink water if he woke up.

The rest of the things, such as eating and going to the toilet, she couldn't get out of bed alone, so she had to wait for him to come back.

He's going to go out, sit here, everything is not going to be okay, he's going to have to go out.

He went to the basement and filled up the generator to make sure the air conditioner was working and the lights were on for the time he was away.

In the bright hall, he removed the rifle hanging on the wall, took out the pistol that was resting in the cabinet, disassembled the parts of the firearm, and oiled them.

The bullets with brass shells reflected a golden light, and the metal collided, making a crisp sound, one by one, and loaded into the ammunition pack.

He found the belt with the pistol bag and wore it around his waist, fastened the pistol to his belt, and carried the rifle on his back.

There is also a file spear that is stuck in the middle of the chair and is used as an apron rail.

He had upgraded the file lance once before, replacing it with a thicker, longer and harder file head as the tip of the spear, and the way the tip of the spear was fixed was also changed from a knot to a more stable anchor bolt and iron piece.

Remove the spear, which had a nylon rope that he had punched through to make it easier for him to carry.

The last is the eggplant knife, which he put on the side of the pyre, and he uses the eggplant knife to chop firewood on weekdays, which is the weapon he uses the most to cut zombies in his hand, and the weapon he has held in his hand for the longest time.

Rifles and pistols, although he always carries, but rarely encounter a critical moment that needs to be shot, file spears he generally only uses against a small number of zombies, if it is a head-on confrontation, he always uses the best quality eggplant knife.

The jet-black edge and blade of the eggplant knife have been stained with a layer of black blood that cannot be washed away, and there is a faint evil breath, and there are at least two or three hundred zombies that it hacked to death, and the heads of 109 zombies have been cut off near the food processing factory in the north of the city alone.

Find the most important weapon, followed by a lighter, flashlight, goggles, gloves, rope and a series of small things.

I didn't use a travel bag to pack, the travel bag was too big, this time I didn't go out to pick up garbage, there was no need to bring such a big bag, I found a waist bag to bring these tools, and then brought a kettle, a map and some woven jerky, everything was ready, he was ready to go out.

Finally taking a look at the bedroom, he took off the gray scarf around his neck and folded it next to his pillow.

He wasn't out to play and didn't want to get the scarf dirty.

Looking down, Tang Xue's breathing was a little smoother than during the day, but her lips were pale and her mouth was chapped, and she was sweating all the time, causing her to be a little dehydrated.

It was like she was having a nightmare, her eyes closed and her brows furrowed.

Kyungwon touched her head and wiped her sweat with a wet towel, her brow furrowed a little.

One glance at the watch, 8:26 p.m.

didn't wake up Tang Xue, without too much nostalgia, Jing Yuan grabbed Xiaobai, who was biting his trouser leg, pinched the little guy's neck, and carried it out of the bedroom.

Close the bedroom door and throw Xiaobai into its kennel.

"Take care of your home."

"Wang."

Xiaobai screamed, not knowing whether it understood or not.

Kyungwon filled the empty hot water bottle with hot water and tied it to his shoulders, abdomen, and legs as he had done when he had gone out.

Xiaobai wagged his tail and followed Kyungwon, as if he wanted to go out with him.

Kyungwon stopped it in front of the gate and locked it inside the house.

Standing on the snow, the cold wind is blowing in your face.

He put on his goggles, pulled up the hat of his Khmer suit, and the warm light shone behind him, and the air conditioner on the second floor rumbled, and the wind ruffled the snow, and the snow fell on his forehead and hair.

Further on was the silent darkness, at this time in the past, he was already lying in bed, maybe watching a movie and then sleeping, maybe lying on his back facing the ceiling in a daze, or maybe chatting with Tang Xue about the past, listening to her talk about those humanistic interesting things that he had not seen.

Who wants to go out in this weather? Who doesn't want to wrap themselves under the covers in a sheltered room?

But he had things that he was more afraid of, more unwilling to see, and this strong desire prevailed over other emotions.

He glanced at the map through the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the jumping monster icons were clear to him.

Although there are many fewer variants in the southern suburbs than in the city center, it is not absent, but all along, he has consciously avoided the variants in the southern suburbs, and those areas he has never explored.

There are a total of five monster icons in the entire southern suburbs, and after subtracting the mutant weaver flock he eliminated, there are only four left.

It's all simple monster icons, there are no treasure chests, and the location of the container icon representing the materials has been explored, and the materials in those places have been moved to the basement by him.

From autumn to winter, his range of activities has been kept in a safe location, in the places he has been and understood.

Now he was going to an unknown place that he had never set foot in, four monster icons, connected like an irregular trapezoid, Kyungwon's home, in the upper right corner of this trapezoid.

To the right, to the southeast, there used to be a cattle ranch with a large area of farmland nearby.

That's not the icon of the cluster monster, the cluster monster in the entire southern suburbs is only the flock of weavers.

It's not a monster icon like the deformed goldfish eye at the gas station on Xiuhu Avenue, but a prominent long-horned demon, in the game, the long-horned demon represents the elite monster, and defeating the elite monster will inevitably drop a weapon or treasure.

The cattle farm is the closest to the location of Gyeongwon, about two to three kilometers in a straight line, in the direction of Xiangju Mountain.

At the end of autumn, when he went to the foot of the mountain to cut firewood and lack of water, he would pass by the vicinity of the farmland, and from the road, he could see in the distance that the farmland was overgrown with weeds, barren but vibrant.

The southern suburbs are not big, and even if he used to walk, it would not take him more than an hour to walk around this trapezoid.

Start at the cattle farm, head southeast and then west, in a counterclockwise circle.

If he could, he hoped he would have explored all four areas tonight.

The route was planned, he pushed the bike out of the garage and tried it, and it seemed that after three days of sunshine, the snow on the ground was not so thick, and the tires of the bicycle did not get stuck as before.

It's good that he can get back and forth faster so he can get back and forth.

Step on the bicycle bench, push the pedals, turn the chain, and move the body forward.

His figure became hazy, fading into the darkness.

The light behind him disappeared, and all he could hear was the whistling wind, no moon and no stars, as if he was in a completely closed black box, boundless, and a landscape everywhere he went.

He closed his eyes and identified the road by the sound of the wind and the vibrations of the tires.

It was a dark, cold, snowy night, he thought.

(End of chapter)