The gloomy atmosphere lasted less than a few minutes before being diluted by the rice bags in front of him that occupied almost all of his vision.

The warehouse seemed to be dedicated to storing rice, and the first time they came in, they were kicked out by the strange scream before they could take a closer look, but now no one will disturb them anymore.

Wang Yao walked to a shelf on the right-hand side, and pierced the bag in front of him with a knife, and the white rice with a luster similar to enamel flowed out like fine sand.

A small sand dune soon gathered on the floor, growing in size.

In the past, people who wasted food like this would have to be beaten several times, but now no one cares about this.

They are like rats that have fallen into a rice barn, and they only feel that their whole body is wrapped in a surging sense of happiness, and everyone walks over and grabs a handful of rice from the breach and watches them slip through their fingers, repeating and enjoying themselves.

It wasn't until it was completely dark outside that the lights in the warehouse suddenly turned on.

Lu Shengyun saw that Lin Zifeng and the others looked puzzled, and explained with a smile: "This grain depot needs to supply power to those equipment twenty-four hours a day on weekdays, and maintain the temperature inside at the most suitable point for storage, but there will always be times when there is a power outage, but the equipment cannot be stopped, so there is actually a generator inside." ”

Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the entire city was without power, and there were still lights to use here.

But then there was another doubt, Luo Bing asked a little puzzled: "Since it is a self-provided generator, it must be turned off at ordinary times." It's been so long since the power has been out of power in the city, so the equipment here should have stopped working a long time ago, right? Will these grains spoil and be inedible? ”

This question is exactly what Lin Zifeng and others want to know.

If you spend such a big price and so much effort, and in the end you get a warehouse of completely inedible grain, then it is really a big loss!

Just thinking about it made several people feel a little frustrated.

But Wang Yao seemed to know a little about this, and seeing that Lin Zifeng and the two women were a little worried, he answered this question for them.

"In my opinion, probably not. Let's not talk about when the equipment here stops working, but haven't you noticed? Since we came in, the temperature has always been much cooler than outside, so the grain should have been in a cryogenic state until then. ”

He smiled and continued, "What's more, this is rice, and it's not rice, so it won't spoil so easily." ”

Lu Shengyun admired this man who seemed to have been in the army, and this person's observation was really keen. It's also strange to say, it seems that he has encountered so many situations along the way, and this Wang Yao's face has never become nervous, and he always looks very calm.

"Brother Yao is right, most of the grain here is semi-finished grain, and there are some raw grains, but not much. And to be honest, even if it does go bad, you can still eat it. After all, it's like this, it's better to have diarrhea than to starve to death. ”

Lin Zifeng thought to himself, you reminded me, I have to find some medicine when I have time, so as not to eat this kind of spoiled and expired thing one day.

But then again, so long after the disaster, many people have died of starvation, but it seems that few have died of other diseases.

Even the sick people have not seen much of it, could it be that the microorganisms in the red mist have also wiped out the other germs in the world?

If Wang Yao heard this idea in his heart, he would have to criticize the base leader for why he didn't eat minced meat.

In fact, there have always been people who are sick, but in the face of hunger, other problems are temporarily covered.

Almost all the people in the base now have dry stomachs, frequent abdominal pain, and difficulty in excretion because of long-term consumption of those snacks and lack of enough water, and some are colds and fevers, which were extremely common diseases in the past.

In terms of current conditions, it is a good thing to be alive, and it is not like in the past when you go out and you can go to the hospital by taking a taxi from a pharmacy.

These diseases that are not serious are hardly a big problem in the eyes of these survivors, but as time goes by, they become more and more obvious, which is why Wang Yao previously instructed Lu Heng and Zhang Yulong to find a way to get some medicine back.

If the base wants to continue to develop, all aspects of the small things can no longer be treated as before, and must be treated carefully.

By the time most of the corpses in the granary were finally dumped in the fields outside, it was already dark, and from time to time there were strange roars outside, which frightened the men and hurriedly closed the door.

And even if there are no corpses in the courtyard inside, the unique stench of zombies still lingers.

Even so, dinner was still to be eaten.

The granary was usually occupied by people who were responsible for handling chores, so the men quickly found a few large cauldrons from a small house in a corner and set them on the brick-made stove.

The rice was thrown directly into it, and some grain and oil found in the oil tank were added and it began to cook. Halfway through, Lin Zifeng also instructed his subordinates to bring in some of the canned food in the car and generously distribute them to everyone, so dinner finally turned into a pot of somewhat sticky porridge.

When the hot rice porridge slides down the esophagus with the oily skin, a long-lost sense of satisfaction begins to spread throughout the body.

For Lu Shengyun and Lin Zifeng, maybe a full meal is nothing, but for the men around them at this time, the grain piled up in the warehouse brings hope that more people can live from now on.

After eating and drinking, Lin Zifeng and the others were directly arranged to spend the night in the hut where the former storekeeper stayed.

The house is not large, but it is divided into two rooms.

There is a coffee table in the middle of the outhouse, which normally serves as a living room, and the five people around the coffee table are looking at the three boxes in front of them with excited faces.

This is the red substance found from the J2 and Z2 mutant zombies, and for Lin Zifeng, this is the most satisfying harvest of this operation.

"What the hell is this thing, you say?"

Jiang Hanyu poked at one of the small boxes with some curiosity, a red substance the size of a walnut inside was glowing with a slight red light, and if you looked at it carefully, you would find that the mass of things dug out of the zombie's head was even squirming slightly.

It's more like a jellyfish than a walnut.

But no one can answer this question, after all, there were no zombies in the world before this, and no one has ever seen what this red thing is.

The only thing that is certain is that it is absolutely closely related to that red fog, or that it forms the red fog that envelops the world.

It's like water, which can be gaseous clouds, liquid rivers, and even solid ice at low temperatures.

They are the same substance.

A mystical creature like never before.