Strange talk about the rules: I fast travel with my deskmate

Chapter 12 Doomsday Convenience Store (12)

"vomit……"

A nauseous feeling hit her stomach and she tried unsuccessfully to spit them out.

"What's wrong? It's terrible?" Xu Lingze asked.

"No, the packaging bag seems to have melted, and I ate it together. Ugh..." She tried again to spit them out, but still failed.

"It shouldn't matter. I think the packaging is not plastic. It should be the same as the shell of the capsule and can be absorbed. How do you feel now? Are you still hungry?"

Xiong Qingqing touched his belly, "It seems that I'm not that hungry anymore."

Xu Lingze recovered quickly, "Indeed, this potion is miraculous. In this way, we have solved almost all the mysteries in the rules, except for the yellow clothes and the existence of other things at night. Surviving for three days should It's not difficult."

Xiong Qingqing picked up the piece of paper with the rules written on it, "In this way, we can go home."

"You put away that medicine bottle, and it must not be snatched or lost by anyone. This is a very important thing." Xu Lingze reminded.

"it is good."

"jingle--"

When the doorbell rang, Xiong Qingqing looked up and saw the zombie lying in the freezer last night.

It staggered towards the counter, and Xiong Qingqing also stood up slowly, ready to run away at any time.

With stiff arms, the zombie took out a note from his pocket, put it on the counter, and muttered, "Look..."

After speaking, it pointed to the note again before leaving the convenience store.

Just as Xiong Qingqing was about to get the paper, Xu Lingze shouted, "Don't take it! Wear gloves, it's infected with viruses."

She took out the gloves and put them on, and opened the piece of paper. There were two words written crookedly on the paper.

"Run"

"What's going on?" Xu Lingze's heart tightened.

The paper in Xiong Qingqing's hand fell, "I remember, he was wearing yellow clothes, right..."

"Ah."

"Then should I run, when will I run, and where will I run?"

Faced with Xiong Qingqing's three life-threatening questions, Xu Lingze's forehead was sweating.

"Don't worry, wait for me to think about it..."

Both of them panicked at the moment. Facing the restriction of eight rules, and the "yellow clothes" reminder of one of the rules, both were caught in a dilemma.

Rule [-] says, don’t go out at night, rules [-] and [-] stipulate the opening and closing times of convenience stores, and rule [-] says don’t trust anyone, except those who wear yellow clothes!

Xiong Qingqing picked up the piece of paper with the rules written on it, and then picked up the note left by the yellow-clothed zombie, having no clue about this sudden situation.

The time at this moment is 11:15, and the store is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of your heartbeat.

"Xiong Qingqing, what do you think?" Xu Lingze asked.

"The rules are contradictory, and I don't know what to do... The person who made the rules is really a dog." Xiong Qingqing leaned on the back of the chair, and said: "I think I can't run, the people outside Everything is unknown, this convenience store is still familiar no matter what. Moreover, it is not worth breaking three rules for one rule."

"Perhaps, we can take a compromise. Now we can't judge whether Huangyi's credible rules are true or not, but don't touch them lightly, and avoid both, perhaps." Xu Lingze suggested.

"The key is that we have no way to avoid it now. We can't go out at night, and it tells me to run again. How can I avoid it?"

"Then don't run, hide."

"Hide? Where to hide? The convenience store is such a big place... And, when will you hide?"

Xu Lingze looked at the box near Xiong Qingqing in the surveillance, "There should be no clerks in the convenience store, otherwise the existence of these rules is meaningless. We open and close the door according to the rules. At other times, you can hide in that box and let the inside The robot boy puts on your clothes and sits on a chair pretending to be a shop assistant."

"Is this called hiding?"

Xiong Qingqing was speechless, this broken box was not safe at all.

"jingle--"

There was a knock at the door, and the fifth guest from the second night entered.

At this moment, Xiong Qingqing and Xu Lingze were extremely nervous.

The yellow-clothed zombie reminded her to run away, and before they could make a decision, the guests came in.

If what the zombie in yellow said was true, the guest who came in now was probably dangerous.

The fifth guest was an old man in a gray woolen coat. He seemed to have been injured on his head, and the bloodstains were still on his forehead. As soon as he entered the door, he started to walk to the shelf to eat.

Packs of snacks were opened one after another, and he had no intention of stopping.

After about 10 minutes of eating, his eating speed began to slow down.

Even so, he didn't intend to leave, but ate slowly and slowly.

When the time came to 11:40, Xu Lingze said, "The door will close soon. He can't finish eating. If he refuses to leave at twelve o'clock, he will be in trouble."

Xiong Qingqing glanced at the time, then took a deep breath.

This old man is obviously a zombie, but time waits for no one, and the door is about to close, so we can't just ignore it.

She checked her staff uniform, wore gloves, and wrote a line.

When I got near the old man, I suddenly remembered that I couldn't speak, so I knocked on the shelf with the half-meter-long wrench.

The old man didn't respond, and continued to eat with his head buried in his food. No matter how hard she knocked, he didn't look up.

She simply walked up to the grandfather not far away, and showed the written paper.

"Guest, we are closing soon, please leave"

The old man noticed her coming and shook his head, "Little girl, I'm too old to see."

Xiong Qingqing came closer and handed the paper in front of him. He shook his head again, "Little girl, I don't know how to read!"

Hearing what he said, Xiong Qingqing almost didn't clenched the wrench tightly.

Why are these words so familiar?
The old man smiled, his smile was stiff and weird.

"No, no! His voice is so clear, he doesn't look like a zombie. The little girl who came tonight seems to have become a zombie not too long ago, and she doesn't speak as clearly as he does!" Xu Lingze's voice came.

Xiong Qingqing picked up the broom and patted him. The old man remained motionless and continued to eat with his head down.

"I feel like he's trying to trick you into speaking, you must hold back!" Xu Lingze continued to remind.

Xiong Qingqing was speechless, took a cardboard box from the shelf, and began to collect the food on the shelf one by one, throwing boxes one by one outside the door.

At 11:50, she threw out all the snacks except the bag in the old man's hand.

The old man ate unhurriedly, without looking at her from the beginning to the end, nor paying attention to the food that was thrown out, and finally finished eating the bag in his hand, and he walked to the drink cabinet again.

The drink cabinet was empty, he slowly opened the door and poked his head in.

(End of this chapter)