What Xuan Zhitong experienced is not uncommon in the entire distribution center.
You will get to know countless people, and you will also lose countless people. On this road home, you will eventually go farther and farther away from others, because you are the only one going home, and all the fate you have met here Can't take them away.
But people will still form various teams to experience the joy and sadness caused by gains and losses. In Lu Ning's not rich experience, she has also seen some people who gave up their second life for this reason. Those who are still alive, like Xuan Zhitong, will still be slowly bound here by the chains built by various "destinies", and the days of returning home will become increasingly distant.
"What if you never find it?"
"No, I can't find it. Upgrade." Xuan Zhitong explained, "When we meet and upgrade, we will be together."
"People who can meet in the first-level distribution center will come together in the second-level distribution center?"
"Applicable to all classes."
Will people who met in the lower class meet in the higher class?
A pyramid-shaped model already appeared in Lu Ning's mind. From high-level to low-level, the personnel in each high-level distribution center were promoted from the same group of people in the low-level distribution center, thus forming a very stable structure.
If you have any grudges, go up and resolve them...is this what you mean?
Lu Ning had a vague understanding of the superior and subordinate structure of this design. Convenience was on the one hand, but there must be other meanings.
"If you can't find it, go up the level, look for it, and take revenge."
These two words seem to have become an obsession.
The van slowly drove off the highway and drove along the service road. Due to the slow speed of the car, it would take some time to reach the motel, which was nearly a day away. Fortunately, there was nothing on the road except snow and abandoned vehicles, and even the moths that often appeared to attack had disappeared.
Good times don't last long.
Not long after the car drove onto a regular highway, there was a sudden noise. Xuan Zitong panicked and stepped on the brakes. After that, no matter how hard he started, he couldn't ignite the car.
"Murphy's Law...get out of the car and take a look."
Lu Ning was still calm. The result of the car breaking down was not an unexpected situation for her who was pessimistic. She immediately wrapped her clothes tightly and got out of the car. After checking, she found that a large piece of ice had formed on the car's surface. I don't know if the water tank is leaking or something, but it's not a problem that the two car novices can fix.
"The snow is okay, the temperature is... just okay, we will probably have to walk next."
Lu Ning began to clean things from the car down, mainly water, food and weapons. Throw away everything that is difficult to carry, and at worst, live frugally for a few days. She stuffed a piece of dried chili pepper into her mouth, and her whole face turned red instantly. After all, she didn't eat spicy food very often.
but……
"Mr. Lu Xun, you will not deceive me, Xuan Zhitong, come here and have some of this, and take these two bottles of wine with you. It will take at least three or four hours to walk to the motel from here, and we have to find a place to rest on the way."
Lu Ning felt that heat was starting to come out all over her body. The effect seemed to be more obvious for people who couldn't eat spicy food. At least the cold wind around her didn't seem so cold now.
After leaving the van, the two began to walk on this most difficult journey.
After walking for more than two hours, they stopped and found a gas station. Of course there was nothing inside. After resting for a while in a house that could keep out the cold, Lu Ning noticed a car outside the window that was not completely covered with snow. car.
She immediately became vigilant.
There were traces of coagulated blood and mud on the car, and the car was in tatters. It had obviously been baptized by the apocalypse. Such a car being thrown here means that someone may have encountered the same situation as me here not long ago.
At this time, no stranger can be trusted.
Lu Ning was confused in her heart, but she remained silent on the surface. She and Xuan Zhitong removed the wooden boards from the shelves, used tools to split them into long strips about the same width as the soles of the feet, and then tied them to the soles of the shoes to make simple snow boots.
"Lu Ning, that one."
Xuan Zhitong pointed to a small, half-open door behind the gas station. Occasionally, the wind would blow there and make a soft creaking sound.
Lu Ning walked over, opened the door with a piece of wood, and then saw the scene inside the small room.
Four people, including Zhang Nianxiu, fell to the ground with shocked expressions. There was a huge wound on their neck or chest, and their blood had already solidified and froze, as if their death had happened not long ago.
This man with innocent dreams escaped the attack of the evil claws in the shelter, but he still died here.
Lu Ning knelt down and checked Zhang Nianxiu's body. The murderer didn't leave anything useful behind. He only found out a pendant. When he opened it, he could see a photo of Zhang Nianxiu's family of four enjoying themselves, with the sun shining in the background. seaside.
"Yes, what?" Xuan Zhitong asked outside.
"Zhang Nianxiu and several of his companions are already dead. There is no need to come in."
Lu Ning stood up, closed the door, turned and left.
They quickly continued to set off, walking and stopping, and finally saw the outline of the motel before the sky started to get dark.
Pushing open the repaired door, the smell of dust seems familiar and friendly. The room is still cold, but without the snow flakes digging into your neck and the cold wind that may blow your skin at any time, it will always make the temperature rise. The illusion of less.
The two hurriedly walked into the rest room. The firewood chopped by Chu Jianting a few days ago was still piled there without anyone touching it. Xuan Zhitong quickly stepped forward and dragged a few pieces of wood into the fireplace, took out the kindling and fuel, fiddled with it twice, and lit the fire.
"Now...it should be almost done."
Lu Ning wanted to lie down somewhere and take a rest, but before that she still had to take inventory of her things.
"Canned goods, dried meats and vegetables, biscuits, sugar, and 'steamed buns' that were as frozen as rocks."
They are called steamed buns, but they are actually balls made from various whole grains. They are steamed on a rack while boiling water. They are not even fermented, and they feel irritating when you bite them.
"Weapons... there really aren't many left."
There are still two grenades. Those made by Xuan Zhitong have been almost used up. There are only more than thirty bullets left for Lu Ning's pistol. They have no other firearms. There are still many daggers. After all, considering that killing zombies and those for processing food cannot be mixed, Lu Ning has a lot of spares.
"There are still four days left...enough to persevere."
After Lu Ning finished counting, he handed the pistol to Xuan Zhitong for warning. He found a sofa and lay down on it, feeling drowsy.
The wind and snow got stronger at night. After all, the cold wave has not passed yet, and it is normal for the temperature to be low at night. By the time Lu Ning had rested, Xuan Zhitong had already set up a copper kettle in front of the fireplace. Porridge mixed with a steamed bun ball and a can of eight-treasure porridge was being cooked in it, which was constantly emitting a charming fragrance.
When a person is hungry, every bite of food is delicious.
"Thank you for your hard work. I think I took a nap?"
"You're tired, rest, it's okay."
At this time, both of them had removed the coverings on their faces, and Xuan Zhitong could clearly see Lu Ning's white lips and bloodshot pupils. The fatigue left after fighting for one's life cannot be solved by sleeping in the car, not to mention the long journey today.
She scooped out a cup of porridge from the pot and placed it by the fire to keep it warm. Lu Ning went outside and took another look at the sealing conditions of the doors and windows. After confirming that they could withstand the beating of the wind and snow, she came back with peace of mind and sat by the fire. Picked up the cup.
"When I go back this time, I want to advance. If the people you meet are already able to run rampant in the first-level testing field, they are probably not too far away from being promoted."
"Yeah, but, no."
Xuan Zhitong added a piece of firewood to the fireplace and said dullly.
"I am too weak to take revenge."
Searching for the enemy without any sense will only end up losing one's life in vain. Xuan Zhitong at least knows this and will not act rashly.
"...Then, if we are destined, see you at the second-level distribution center."
Hearing these words, Xuan Zhitong nodded silently.
The air fell into silence, with only the occasional splash of sparks making a crackling sound. The two just sat facing each other, enjoying the silence in the room.
Then the silence was broken.
There was a loud noise from the direction of the hotel door. It was obviously pushed open roughly by someone. The fire in the lounge was very conspicuous in the room, so footsteps quickly approached this direction.
Lu Ning immediately stood up, turned around and looked at the door of the lounge, stretched out her hand to block the copper pot and Xuan Zhitong behind her, and put on alert.
A tall figure appeared outside the door. He kicked the flimsy door open, revealing a ferocious face in the firelight.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be alive?"
Sha Qing touched his unshaven chin, smiled evilly at Lu Ning, weighed the big ax with his right hand, and couldn't help laughing at Lu Ning's look.
"It's so easy to get lost in this damn weather, isn't it? And you can't leave even after killing the evil claws. It's really a disgusting mission design, isn't it? What's your expression? Shouldn't you feel happy to see people coming from that damn place? ? And I am still your savior, right? "
Lu Ning stepped back slightly and stretched out her hand. Xuan Zitong understood and immediately put the pistol into her hand. Unexpectedly, Sha Qing moved faster. When he saw Lu Ning moving, he immediately pounced on her with a shoulder. The top knocked Lu Ning to the side!
"Tsk, that's really boring."
Lu Ning was knocked against the armrest of the sofa, which slightly softened the impact, but there was still a feeling of stagnation in her chest, and she almost lost her breath. Sha Qingze smiled proudly, turned away and looked towards the fire: "Let me see what you are hiding... Oh, that's good. It's so cold that you can actually cook a pot of hot food?"
He didn't take Xuan Zhitong seriously at all. Being able to rush here meant that there was no bomb in the room. In other words, the threat from this little girl no longer existed at all.
Apart from……
Click.
A soft sound made Sha Qing move his eyes slightly, only to see Xuan Zhitong pointing a gun at him, trembling while pressing the trigger desperately.
His eyes were wide open, and a terrifying smile appeared on his face.
"Little girl, that's not how pistols are used."
