Han Qingqing took a rough tour of the meat processing factory and collected everything she found useful. She deliberately avoided the dormitory and prepared to evacuate. It was really getting late. Going back late was the first danger, and the second was the villa. Several people were worried that it had jumped out of the original wall. The four teenagers and Father Han were not lazy at all. When Han Qingqing passed by, the four of them were still trying to poke the zombies. Five people lined up in a row on the other side of the iron gate. There were already a lot of corpses piled up, and now it was even more difficult for them to poke them. Some zombies stumbled on the pile of zombies, and they simply crawled and stretched out their hands to grab them. Liu Shaoyang was half-crouching, taking charge of this kind of thing, so as to avoid accidental accidents. The zombies pulled their legs. Zhu Binjian looked tall and burly. He was responsible for the zombies standing on the pile of zombies trying to crawl out, while the other three poked the normal zombies.
Han Qingqing was very leisurely. After watching them struggle for a while, she said, "Well done!"
Liu Shaoyang was about to cry. He felt like he was suffocating from the pain in his hands. His hands were blistered by the pattern of the steel bars, and the skin was broken and he did not dare to relax. He smelled the smell of blood, and the zombies inside looked like they had been injected with chicken blood. They squeezed out, and the iron door was shaking. They could only poke harder. When they heard Han Qingqing's voice, they sat down on the ground and threw the steel bars on the ground. They were too tired to say a word. He just seemed like I heard the boss praise him!
Han Qingqing waited for the five of them to sit on the ground and rest, looked at the sky, and signaled that it was time for them to go back.
Han Qingqing was driving the car on the way back. Now the five of them had miserable hands, which fully proved that steel bars were not suitable for use as weapons. They would have to look at getting some handy weapons for them later.
Han Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes. There was no light around her. She touched the bedside table and found her phone after a while. The screen lit up and read 9:58. She slowly wrapped herself in the quilt and turned around. , yawned lazily and closed his eyes to relax, then stood up and opened the curtains of the room. The sunlight shone on the bed through the glass. After washing up in the room, he opened the door and went out.
The villa has not lost power or water yet, but the signal is gone. It is estimated that the power will only last for the next two days.
Before the end of the world, they spent a huge sum of money to rent a luxurious 800-square-meter detached villa with a total of 11 bedrooms, 10 bathrooms, 1 audio-visual room, 1 gym, 1 laundry room, 2 utility rooms, 2 A garage room, a swimming pool room, a study room, 6 bathrooms, 2 terraces, 4 function rooms, 1 equipment room, a garden of about 500 square meters, etc.
Now Han's father and mother live in the safest master bedroom on the top floor. There are two vacant rooms next to it. Originally, Wang Xue and Qian Duoduo planned to share one room, and Han Qingqing had one room alone. Everyone would live on the top floor. Han Qingqing felt that something was wrong. Although none of them had been infected in so many previous lives, everything was subject to change. It was best to live alone if possible. If one of them was infected, it would not affect the others. When it was Han's father's and Han's mother's turn, they said that they would stay together no matter what, even if they were bitten to death.
So the two remaining rooms on the top floor were not enough for the three of them to live in. They decided to live on the third floor, with four rooms on the third floor and four rooms on the second floor. All the windows on the first floor had been sealed with iron sheets. , leaving an entrance and exit. Yesterday, four people from Xu Heng came over and moved directly to the second floor, one for each person. They moved all the furniture from the living room on the first floor to the gym on the third floor. The gym has been transformed into a living room for eating, and the study has been transformed into a kitchen.
The villa is luxuriously decorated and has excellent sound insulation, so cooking on the third floor will not affect the rest of the women who live on the third floor. You can't hear other people's activities on the third floor unless you open the door.
Wang Xue sat on the sofa in the living room, reading the novel he found in the study with gusto.
Hearing the sound of her opening the door, he seemed very happy and said in a soft voice, "San'er, you're finally up. I saw this morning that you brought back four handsome guys yesterday!"
"See you?" Han Qingqing knew that they were exhausted yesterday and thought they would not get up so early today. She got herself a glass of soy milk, picked up the fried dough sticks on the table and took a bite. The only person in their group who has money is Duoduo who knows how to cook, so these deep-fried dough sticks are really good.
Yesterday, she drove back to the villa very quickly, had something to eat, and asked them to take a shower and fall asleep first. She herself slept until almost 10 o'clock, "What about the four of them?"
"After eating, we went downstairs. The youngest got them medicine and sent it down. They seemed exhausted and hurt their hands. I saw that you wouldn't be up for a while, so I asked them to go back to their rooms to rest. ” Wang Xue couldn’t help laughing when she said this, “They couldn’t even hold their chopsticks when eating in the morning, and they were grinning when they ate.”
Han Qingqing could imagine that the four of them and Han's father were almost paralyzed from exhaustion as they took turns poking at the zombies. The blisters on the hands were broken and bloody. Maybe they didn't feel it at the time. After sleeping, they would only feel it. My hands are sore, my legs are weak, and even bending my fingers hurts terribly.
They are still college students and have never done heavy work. They still need time to adapt to this kind of high-intensity exercise.
Hearing Wang Xue's description, Han Qingqing knew that Han's father was probably not much better, "My dad didn't come down for breakfast?"
Wang Xue turned over and lay flat on the sofa, "Auntie finished eating and brought a portion upstairs. Uncle, wouldn't he be like the four of them?" Wang Xue's voice suddenly became louder. What did Qingqing ask them to do yesterday? What kind of coolie can torture people into that state!
"Probably, otherwise my dad wouldn't miss breakfast as an opportunity to show off how many zombies he killed yesterday!" Han Qingqing drank the last sip of soy milk. How could the male protagonist have to rest for a few days after being injured? There also has to be a Rikang bug. "Let's go to the second floor. Don't you think the four of them are handsome? I'll take you down to get to know each other."
Is that so, do you really want to go see the handsome guy first instead of going to see Father Han first? Wang Xue threw away the book and jumped off the sofa, coming over to hold Han Qingqing's arm, "Okay, okay!"
Xu Heng chose the room at the top of the stairs, and Qian Duoduo brought the medicine for injuries. The four injured patients all injured their hands and were unable to do such delicate work as applying medicine, so they could only ask Qian Duoduo for help.
The door to Xu Heng's room was wide open. Xu Heng immediately noticed the sound of Han Qingqing opening the door upstairs. It had been almost a morning since they separated last night. Han Qingqing had not made any movement at all. The door was always closed. The four of them Except for Han Qingqing, Father Han didn't know anyone. He awkwardly went downstairs with Mother Han, Wang Xue, and Qian Duoduo after breakfast to discuss how to plan for the future. It was the end of the world and he didn't know what was going on at home. There was no signal and he couldn't contact him. At home, they thought they didn't have the ability to go home alone.
Um? Hearing the footsteps, two people came downstairs.
Han Qingqing turned the corner of the stairs and saw Xu Heng standing at the door, wearing a white shirt. Looking up further, she saw that handsome face, he was looking up at her.
At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Han Qingqing's mind. From this perspective, he was quite good-looking. He was worthy of being the male protagonist. Although he was not very smart in the back, he was really handsome, and he was really not that good in the early stage. Something is wrong, Han Qingqing has been dealing with the male protagonist in so many lives, and she doesn’t like him much. It’s just that in the first life, she followed the process exactly according to the introduction of the world. Either the male protagonist and the female protagonist have to be together, or she is stupid and follows the rules. The plot, in the end, the plot jumped by itself. Han Qingqing felt that the male protagonist suddenly had a brain twitch in the later stages.
Depraved, beautiful things can indeed be forgiven, and she actually started to make excuses for the male protagonist's love brain.
Xu Heng saw her clear eyes and stared at him blankly. He thought that Han Qingqing had specifically talked to him two or three times and wondered if she had a crush on him. Then he took two steps back in a panic and raised his earlobe. But quietly became popular.
Han Qingqing finally came to her senses and said as she went downstairs, "I've just finished breakfast and I heard that your hand injury is serious. Come and take a look."
"Sister Han!" Liu Shaoyang sat on the bed with his palms facing up. Qian Duoduo was concentrating on applying medicine to him. He happened to see Han Qingqing enter the room with stars in her eyes, and the pain seemed to disappear at this moment.
Han Qingqing wants to capture the support around the male protagonist for her own use, so that these people can stand by her when the male protagonist gets mad. Han Qingqing looked at Liu Shaoyang lovingly, "You still lack exercise. There will only be more and more zombies in the future. Things like yesterday can only be said to be small scenes!"
"Didn't you say before that you love reading novels? How are spaces described in novels? I don't read novels. I want to see if I have any functions that I haven't developed yet." Han Qingqing just took a look. Can the space system stack up all the bugs for her at once?
