Chapter 3: Living, Ability (《》)

There was no movement in the grain processing plant, and it was as quiet as death. Although I didn’t know what was going on, I just thought about it and knew that it must have been the zombies that killed everyone. The strong smell of blood, even Li Chunyuan outside the factory could vaguely smell it.

Maybe the world is already in chaos? Li Chunyuan tightened the thin cotton coat, held the short knife in his hand, thought for a while, and then took the rope on it, slowly walked on the flat and boundless field, leaving the grain processing plant. Take revenge? Is it a devastating punishment for a while?

It was extremely quiet along the way. Li Chunyuan seemed to have no goal, but just walked slowly. His home was gone, where was he going? Li Chunyuan had no answer, just didn't want to leave this place too far, but he just didn't want to leave this place. It seemed that staying here, the spirit of the parents in heaven could see themselves, and there was a sense of comfort in his heart.

Li Chun had no hope of living, and he pulled the corner of his mouth nervously, and he showed a reluctant smile: "Doomsday? For me, the doomsday has arrived long ago! What is the difference between the doomsday of my family, the doomsday of my life, and the doomsday of my life, one day earlier or one day later?"

Two or three miles ahead, there are several suburban residential communities. Li Chunyuan looked up and saw some people standing on the road, as if they were sleepwalking. They were also zombies! Li Chunyuan was finally able to confirm: the world has changed, Resident Evil, and zombies are out of the city. It is no longer science fiction or illusion, I am afraid that these things will be seen everywhere in the future.

Li Chunyuan couldn't say he was afraid or not, and it didn't matter, even if he felt that this was the case. He originally planned to find a place to live here, but now it seems that this is not a good place. A gust of cold wind blew, and Li Chunyuan's mind was clear. Somehow, a force surged out of his heart. He touched his face silently, and he understood a little: he didn't want to die yet.

Yes, I don’t want to die yet. Even if I become a betrayal dog, even if the world becomes the end of the world, it seems that there is no hope, but he still doesn’t want to die. Then, just survive, without those luxurious ideals and hopes, just to live.

"Fuck, what's going on outside?" Someone screamed in the dark night. Then a dull roar accompanied by a scream. "You woman are crazy? Hey, hey, you bite me? Ah!" Everything returned to peace, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Li Chunyuan vaguely heard the scream and frowned slightly: I want to find a place to live, now there are only two options, residential communities and grain processing plants.

Compared with the population of grain processing plants there, there are too many people in residential communities. And to find food to survive, there is no doubt that grain processing plants are the most preferred.

Although there are many people who become zombies in residential communities, most of them are still isolated in rooms. It is not very harmful to become zombies. The zombies outside are also sparse. Although they are likely to gather, they can easily escape no matter how you look at it. The grain processing plant has only one hundred people, and they are working over night, so there are definitely no more than fifty people. The number of dozens of people is a little larger and they are gathered together, so it is much more dangerous.

Li Chunyuan thought about it, turned around and walked towards the grain processing factory. In the residential community, he might be able to make a temporary safety, but how to solve the survival problem next? Survival requires food, how can I solve it yourself? No normal residence can have food for more than half a month, and the only thing that can solve this is the grain processing factory.

In addition, if the zombies are out of the cage, the water and power outage must be very fast. Small factories often have their own generators, and there must be grain processing plants. Although Li Chunyuan doesn’t know what he can do with electricity, he always feels that there is better than not. No matter how much water resources related to life are not enough, it is only possible to find a large amount of water storage in the grain processing plant. This is also the way he can choose now to live as long as possible.

After walking for a while, Li Chunyuan carried the rope and a short knife to the place where the zombie had just been killed. The corpse was still lying there, twisting its neck strangely, and its head had been cut down by Li Chunyuan. The grain processing factory was silent, separated by a wall, and there was a dead city inside, but there was a green wheat seedling field outside, which was really a strange sense of contradiction.

Li Chunyuan sat down against the wall, gently touched his forehead, and couldn't help but take a breath. There was a layer of sweat in his palms, which was cold and cold, just like the ice cubes just taken out of the refrigerator. He gently wiped his palms on his pants and sweated slightly. Li Chunyuan habitually put his hand on his forehead, preparing to think of some ways to deal with the hundred zombies inside.

"Hiss..." Li Chunyuan was half surprised and half strangely holding his right hand that he placed on his forehead.

No, this is not an illusion. Although it is early winter, the chill is not what the palm should have, and it should never be so cold. Li Chunyuan held the two hands together, and in comparison, the difference was obvious. The slight heat of the left hand, while the palm of the right hand was almost the same as ice, which was so cold.

"What's going on?" Could it be that he was accidentally touched by the zombie just now? Li Chunyuan carefully checked himself back to his body. Apart from the blood splashed on his pants and hands, there was indeed no wound. Is it even a splash of blood? Besides, this is not a sign of becoming a zombie?

After carefully feeling my palm and putting my mind on this right hand, Li Chunyuan suddenly felt the cold feeling. It was as if he had soaked his hands in the cold well water in summer. He felt only a comfortable and comfortable feeling, and there was no cold at all.

The cool feeling was just on the palms and wrists, and the arm was gone even further. Li Chunyuan was stunned, not knowing whether this was a good or a bad thing. Pressing his left hand on the palm of his right hand clearly felt a chilling feeling. Why did his right hand feel very comfortable?

Holding the two hands together, Li Chunyuan rubbed them... and tried to remove the inexplicable feeling on his right hand. However, after rubbing... after rubbing for a while, his left hand became cold first, as if he was holding ice, and the cold left palm hurt slightly.

"What's going on?" Li Chunyuan muttered to himself for the second time. What happened today is so strange. First, it's okay that the legendary zombies appeared, but why did this inexplicable change occur on himself? It seems that his right hand has obtained a kind of frozen power? Is this a good or a bad thing? Li Chunyuan can't grasp it at all.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Li Chunyuan got up and walked into the field, scattered the soil under the wheat seedlings a few times, grabbed a ball of moist soil, and then held it hard in his right hand. As soon as he tried his best, the cold feeling of the right hand suddenly fluctuated slightly, as if he was responding to his movements.

Li Chunyuan let go of his hand and carefully looked at the soil. He found that there was already a slight frost on it, becoming like a stone. In just a moment, the soft soil was turned into a ball of frozen soil by Li Chunyuan's right hand!

Li Chunyuan put his right hand on his forehead as if he had some clarity. A cold breath made him calmer: So that's the case. Is this my own ability? Maybe I have a greater chance of winning by cleaning this grain processing plant by myself? What can this ability do? If there is a source of water, it is probably good to make a bunch of sharp ice thorns on the ground.

Li Chunyuan looked around. There was no building or water source except this grain processing plant, and he could not find a place where he could use his abilities. He simply sat down and thought about how to clean up the walking zombies from the grain processing plant.

Li Chunyuan's family was originally a half-worker and half-agricultural person, and the land in the grain processing factory was originally dispensable. But he didn't have to think about it and knew what was going on. His father was a demobilized soldier with a straight and tough temper. If someone threatened him, he would definitely have to do it against him. Huang Laosan was a gangster, and his usual trick was to intimidate. The cause and effect of this matter did not need Li Chunyuan to investigate at all. He understood it so clearly.

Shaking his head and sweeping these troubles out of his mind, Li Chunyuan remembered his understanding of those zombies in movie novels and the like: his hearing is very sensitive, his vision is very poor, and some say he is sensitive, while others say he is very poor. But there is no doubt that zombies in all movie novels are relatively slow, and their strength is much higher than that of normal people.

When things in the book become reality, there is always a faint absurd feeling. Li Chunyuan didn't know if what was said in the book was right, so he let out a breath of heat and stood up again. To understand the situation, he had no way to sit here, and he had to go to the main entrance of the grain processing factory to check it out.

Li Chunyuan slowly walked around a wall and looked at the door of the grain processing factory. The door was quiet, with neither zombies wandering nor traces of humans, as if nothing had happened. This was just the side. Li Chunyuan really wanted to touch over and see the front of the door and see how it was inside the factory.

But he did not act immediately, but slowly turned forward at an angle and walked around more than 20 meters away from the factory gate. The night had not yet passed, and the moon was still high above. Li Chunyuan took advantage of the moonlight to observe the situation in the grain processing factory gate.
Chapter completed!