Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Regarding how to solve the problem of Lu Qiming's going to the toilet, Jiang Miaomiao made the final decision after several hours of consideration-he stuffed a small bucket for him.

Lu Qiming held this plastic bucket not much bigger than his head and asked in surprise:

"You let me pee in it?"

"Ok."

"But it doesn't even have a lid, and it can't flush water. It smells so bad in the room."

"Forbearance."

Jiang Miaomiao replied triumphantly.

Well, that's all there is, but...

"What should I do when this bucket is full?"

He is an adult and has a considerable amount of urine. It is estimated that there will be a bucket in a day or two, which is not enough for half a month.

Jiang Miaomiao thought of this too, and said reluctantly:

"I will pour it for you."

Lu Qiming was embarrassed, "Uh...this is not so good? Would you like to open the door once a day and let me go to the bathroom to solve it?"

"No, if that's the case, what is the point of isolation?"

In case he had an attack while going to the toilet and bit her, it turned out to be much more serious than pouring a bucket for him.

Absolutely not.

Lu Qiming couldn't convince her, so he had to accept the arrangement and put the bucket far away in the corner.

Jiang Miaomiao's voice came from outside the door.

"I'm leaving, I'll bring you food in the evening."

"Eh, wait."

Lu Qiming called to her, half aggrieved face appeared in the doorway.

"Can't you stay and chat with me?"

The taste of being in captivity is uncomfortable, and his cigarette pack has bottomed out.

Jiang Miaomiao wanted to go to the door to guard the zombies, but they refused to leave and kept howling outside the house. The noise made her uneasy, and she always felt that she would attack in the next second.

Lu Qiming has lost his combat effectiveness. Jiang Rourou's physique is only enough for them to eat two bites. At that time, her little chainsaw will be their last guarantee, and they cannot be negligent.

But when he shouted, she couldn't bear to walk, and sat down on the floor outside the door.

"Talk to you for ten minutes."

Lu Qiming was dissatisfied, "Are you busy?"

"I'm going to have dinner." She held her chin, and she felt exhausted before she even started. "You can't do anything for the next half month. I have to do the work at home."

Eat three meals a day, wash clothes, take care of plants, and take care of meat.

And the most important thing is to defend against zombies' attacks at any time.

Obviously the original plan was to eat delicious food and then die easily, but now he is taking a lot of work.

She sighed slightly, and Lu Qiming smiled.

"If you are too lazy to move, just let me out."

Jiang Miaomiao was very determined on this matter, and there was no room for discussion.

"When you are sure that you are not infected, you will naturally be released, so stop talking before then."

Lu Qiming was helpless, "If I am infected, can I still sit here and chat with you? Look at what a zombie looks like and what I am like."

Jiang Miaomiao also felt strange in her heart, looked at his face in the doorway and asked:

"Does the wound still hurt?"

"It hurts, but it's better than when I came back."

Once stimulated by her with alcohol, the nerves seemed to become numb, leaving only a dull pain.

"Do you have

Other feelings? For example, difficulty breathing, increased body temperature, rapid heartbeat? "

Lu Qiming felt it carefully and shook his head.

"No."

Jiang Miaomiao was worried, and ran to fetch a thermometer for him to measure.

He measured it obediently, probably because of excessive blood loss, not only was his body temperature not high, it was one degree lower than normal.

"Now you can rest assured?" Lu Qiming showed it to her.

She remembered the number, but didn't take it, let him keep it.

"From now on you will take your temperature once a day."

Lu Qiming smiled bitterly, "You really don't plan to let me out. I must be locked up for half a month?"

Jiang Miaomiao patted his pants and stood up, "You are responsible for everyone, don't struggle. I'm going to cook dinner, what do you want to eat?"

"Meat, a lot of meat."

He is injured and he needs to eat some hard vegetables to supplement his nutrition.

"it is good."

When Jiang Miaomiao went downstairs, Lu Qiming leaned on the door listening to her footsteps, looking forward to his own sumptuous dinner.

Half an hour later, the small washbasin came in, quietly placed a bowl of mustard bacon noodles.

It was really shredded meat, he had never seen such a literal "silk", not much thicker than hair.

Lu Qiming frowned and refused to accept.

"Didn't I say to eat meat, why give me this?"

"There is meat in it."

"Too little."

"If the zombies don't leave, we can't go out. Eat less food, we have to save."

He whimpered twice, aggrieved.

"But I am a wounded now, and I need to supplement my nutrition."

"I know, I brought you this."

Jiang Miaomiao stuffed a small bottle in.

Lu Qiming unscrewed the lid, looked at the slimy white liquid inside, smelled a familiar taste, remembered the cod liver oil porridge he had enjoyed, and retched.

"It's delicious, and I will give you bath water later."

After Jiang Miaomiao instructed to go downstairs, picked up his bowl of noodles, and started also.

She is quite confident in her life for the next half month.

There is plenty of food, water and electricity.

It can be said that as long as the zombies do not attack, their lives will not be greatly affected.

After eating, she sent a basin of hot water and a towel in and asked him to wipe his body.

He stays in the room inactive, sweats less, and wiping with water once a day should be enough.

After he finished wiping, she poured out the water, gave him anti-inflammatory drugs and bandages, asked him to change the medicine, and left after speaking.

Lu Qiming stretched out his hand from the doorway, "You can change it for me."

"...You are not without hands."

After being bitten by a zombie, turning back in time and becoming a three-year-old child?

Why doesn't she know that zombies have this kind of special function.

Lu Qiming said, "How troublesome it is for you to try one hand to change the medicine. Anyway, you are going to sleep when you go back. Can't you help me?"

Jiang Miaomiao wanted to continue to refuse, his eyes fell on his hands wrapped in pigs' feet, and his heart softened when he thought of the severity of the wound.

She knelt on the floor, unwrapping the bandage in circles.

The man's arms are slender and strong, and the skin feels pretty good, smooth and elastic.

There are stains of blood in the outer layer of the bandage, and the more you remove it, the more it is inside. When she unveiled the last layer

, Looking at the picture in front of me, I feel my flesh is hurting.

The skin and flesh of the wound turned out, and the color became pale due to being washed with alcohol.

The tooth marks are deep, the white of the bones can be vaguely seen, and the blood is still flowing out.

He was obviously suffering, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Jiang Miaomiao took a deep breath, put on his gloves, wiped the blood from the wound with a sterile cotton, and carefully applied the medicine.

Lu Qiming's face turned pale, still joking.

"You can also be gentle, why are you always fierce?"

"Am I fierce?"

"Not only fierce, but lazy and greedy, fond of new and old, greedy for life and fear of death."

She uttered a blank expression, "If I'm like this, don't you go, look for abuse?"

Lu Qiming sighed.

"Who made me be a kind-hearted person by nature, so I can't see others suffer. If I leave, I won't live the next day by your ability."

Jiang Miaomiao sneered, but he had to admit that it was Lu Qiming's existence that made her persist until now.

Without him, she probably committed suicide in the few days when the tide of zombies came.

She lost her mind as she thought about it, and stopped moving her hands in the air.

Lu Qiming scratched her arm with his fingertips and said with a smile: "Are you grateful to me?"

She regained her senses, let out a cry, and said while applying the medicine:

"Thank you? Thank you for scolding me for being lazy, or thank you for saying that I can't distinguish between the front and the back?"

"This is a joke, you are still very good."

"Where is the best?"

"Uh, this..."

Lu Qiming couldn't answer, she was so angry, her actions aggravated.

The former sucked in cold air.

"It hurts..."

Jiang Miaomiao said something that deserved it, but made it lighter.

After applying the medicine and wrapping it up with a clean bandage, she was about to leave with a small washbasin.

Lu Qiming called her again, and she asked helplessly:

"What else do you want to do? Let me help you pee?"

"...Forget it, you go."

Jiang Miaomiao left, he returned to the bed, trying to smoke a cigarette, but only found an empty box.

The rest of the cigarettes are stored in the utility room where the food is stored. He can't get it. If Jiang Miaomiao is asked to help, he will definitely find another cynicism. It's better not to smoke.

Lu Qiming leaned on the pillow, supported his injured left hand in his right hand, glanced strayly, and landed on the hanging painting on the wall.

The painting is nothing special, it is a landscape painting full of greenery.

But she brought it in and hung it on the wall for him personally, saying that it was to cultivate his normal aesthetics.

Thinking of the situation that day, he couldn't help raising his mouth, and suddenly found himself smiling like a fool from the reflection in the window glass, rubbed the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes to sleep.

Because of the pain, he slept very unsteadily, dreaming of returning to his previous life, struggling in his dream.

When I woke up, I was covered in sweat. Because there was no window, I couldn't tell whether it was day or night. Only a beam of light came in from the doorway.

"Miao Miao."

He shouted at the next door, but no one responded for a long time.

I guess it's still sleeping, and I don't need to go out for half a month. This pig won't wake up until it wakes up naturally.

Lu Qiming rolled over, eyes open, a little defensive

Refusing to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from outside the door, and it was a little more hoarse than before because he just woke up.

"what's up?"

He was surprised.

"You didn't sleep"

"Asleep, didn't you call me?"

"……I'm thirsty."

"Wait."

Jiang Miaomiao dropped a word, poured water downstairs, and handed him a cup before long.

He glanced, not understanding.

"Why is there only half a cup?"

"Drink less and urinate less."

"..."

"Nothing else? I went back to sleep."

After she said she was leaving, Lu Qiming slapped her spirits and leaned on the door to sell her.

"I have a stomach ache."

Jiang Miaomiao was vigilant.

"Is it a symptom of being infected?"

"possible."

How to do this? They only have commonly used drugs in their hands, and she is not an expert, and can do nothing about the infected.

Lu Qiming is very calm.

"While I'm still sane, talk to me more. When I become a zombie, you can only talk to dogs in the future. Cherish this opportunity."

Jiang Miaomiao really didn't leave, sitting outside in confusion.

"Do you have any other abnormalities?"

"Not yet." He changed the subject, "You were indeed a college student before the zombie outbreak? Why didn't you stay with your family and classmates?"

She was still thinking about his infection, and reflexively replied:

"I have no family."

"No family?"

"I'm an orphan, I grew up in an orphanage, and I have a normal relationship with my classmates."

"Then why are you so prescient, knowing to store good things in advance and hide?"

"because I……"

She almost told the story of wearing the book, but fortunately she responded in time and asked alertly:

"What do you ask this for?"

"curious."

"I'm even more curious about where you came from."

She clearly remembered his appearance on the day he appeared, covered in blood, but there were no wounds on his body.

At that time there were many more zombies than now. He walked in the city alone without any guarantee. It was a miracle that he could survive.

Combined with his subsequent performance, it is hard to believe that he is an ordinary person.

Lu Qiming touched his chin.

"In this way, I answer a question and you answer a question. To be fair, no one is allowed to lie."

"Okay, you come first."

"Why didn't you come first?"

"I can come." Jiang Miaomiao said coldly, "but you don't want to eat breakfast tomorrow."

Lu Qiming: "...Okay, I'll do it. I have been in the army, so I have better skills."

She squinted, "Being before means that you left later? Is it a retired or something?"

He hummed, "Don't pretend to be a fool, it's your turn, why are you hoarding so many things?"

Jiang Miaomiao pursed her lips.

"I owe money and prepare to hide."

"How much is owed?"

"More than one million."

"Why do you owe so much money?"

Looking at her usual style, it's not like pursuing a luxurious life.

She chuckled, "Because it's too lonely, raise ducks."

"...Who are you lying to?"

"Believe it or not, like you

, It’s worth five hundred yuan. "She looked at the man's thin chin in the doorway, with a layer of light blue stubble on his skin, "Now it's your turn, why did you leave the army?" "

"because……"

After he finished speaking these two words, Jiang Miaomiao waited for a long time, only for regular snoring.

She yawned and was sleepy, ready to go back to the house.

Look at the people in the doorway, change your mind, move the pillow quilt over, and lie down outside the door to sleep.

Jiang Rourou was originally lying in his doghouse, and was too quarreled by the zombies. He also ran over, drilled under her arm, and lay in her arms comfortably.

One night passed, after dawn, the first thing Jiang Miaomiao did was to go to the window to see the zombies.

As soon as Lu Qiming woke up, he heard her happily saying:

"Zombies have gone a lot."

She needn't worry about them coming in.

Lu Qiming nodded and stretched out his hand.

"I want to brush my teeth and wash my face."

"...If you don't go out to see people, what teeth do you brush and what face?"

"Hey, even if you are quarantined, you have human rights, okay? You can't abuse me. I have to eat breakfast after brushing my teeth, and change the medicine after breakfast. By the way, you have to wash the clothes I changed. It's all sweat. Don't forget to water the bean sprouts."

Jiang Miaomiao's joy disappeared, and went to work dejectedly.

She realized that she was wrong. Lu Qiming didn't turn back in time and turned back to a baby, but a difficult uncle.

The baby sleeps when he eats and drinks enough, and he babbles.

When she brought her hard-cooked lunch and was so picky and decent, she couldn't help but say in grief:

"I quit!"

Lu Qiming was excited.

"Okay, open the door!"

As long as he can go out, he is willing to do it.

Jiang Miaomiao took the key and prepared to break the jar.

Jiang Rourou rushed out and circled her calf.

She calmed down just in the blink of an eye.

"Can't open."

Lu Qiming was disappointed, "Aren't you tired after doing so much work alone?"

"Tired, but safe."

Jiang Miaomiao picked up the food he disliked, "If you don't eat it, you won't die if you are hungry."

"I eat, I eat."

Lu Qiming shouted at her back, but unfortunately it was too late.

Jiang Miaomiao went downstairs, divided his meal in half and gave Jiang Rourou, turned on the TV and stuffed a crayon Xiaoxin dish, and squatted by the coffee table to eat while watching.

After a one-hour lunch break, she walked into the vegetable-growing room.

The three planting racks are full, with mung bean sprouts, potatoes, lettuce, leeks, peppers and tomatoes.

There are two basins on the windowsill, the one with soil is garlic and ginger, and the one with water is narcissus.

Roses and other flowers have been moved to the balcony, saving space for vegetables.

They were lucky. The seeds that were sown later had already sprouts. They were tender and green and very strong. It is estimated that there will be vegetables to eat next month.

Jiang Miaomiao was in a good mood, and hummed a song unconsciously while watering.

Lu Qiming wailed upstairs.

"Come here, my stomach hurts."

"I seem to have a fever."

"Ah! My head hurts too, I must mutate."

"Come on

See me one last time! "

Jiang Rourou was frightened by his battle, and went round the stairs.

Jiang Miaomiao turned a deaf ear, slowly pouring the last spoonful of water and putting things away before walking outside the room.

"Extend your hand to take a look."

Lu Qiming was dying with his arms.

"I might be dying."

"The dying person has no strength to speak so much."

"You are too ruthless, you don't feel sorry for me at all."

Jiang Miaomiao rolled his eyes and knocked on the door.

"Do you want to eat dinner?"

"Oh, this is the humbleness under the fence."

Lu Qiming stretched out her arm, she removed the bandage and looked at it. There was no major change, neither improved nor worsened.

Jiang Miaomiao put the bandage back on again and asked:

"Do you really feel bored?"

He nodded vigorously.

She took out her mobile phone, stuck in the doorway, and played variety shows downloaded before the end of the world.

The main content of the show is that a few stars take their children out to play, sometimes to the mountain village, sometimes to the island.

They are so lively, in sharp contrast with the deserted and terrifying environment around them.

Jiang Miaomiao looked more envious, especially when they saw that they picked a large watermelon weighing more than ten kilograms from the melon field, and when they shared it together, they stared at the red melon flesh and couldn’t bear to blink their eyes, recalling the beauty of watermelon between his lips and teeth. taste.

Lu Qiming pointed to the child's hand and asked:

"what is that?"

"IPad."

"IPad"

"You don't know me?"

Jiang Miaomiao thought of all his usual things, and couldn't help asking suspiciously:

"How old are you?"

I can’t play mobile games, computer games, and I don’t even know iPad.

If it wasn't for him to be young, she would believe him in his eighties.

Lu Qiming rubbed his nose, "I said, 26."

"Impossible, unless... Where is your hometown?"

It would be understandable if he had lived in poverty since he was a child, and he joined the army when he grew up, and has been out of touch with society.

"Hey, this peach is good."

He changed the subject without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.

Jiang Miaomiao glanced at the peach on the screen, and couldn't bear to look away again.

It was big, red, and pink, and it drew water from a pinch. It was many times better than the little peach she had eaten before.

Oh, she wants to eat too...

Lu Qiming watched her keep licking her mouth, like a greedy cat, with a smile in her eyes.

"If the end of the world is over, how about we build a house and plant peach trees in the yard?"

Jiang Miaomiao gave him a blank look.

"The end of the world is over, what am I doing with you? Don't think too much."

"Don't you like me?"

"Of course I don't like it. If there was no other way, I would have left early, so I would not stay here and be your nanny every day."

Lu Qiming rubbed the short stubble on his chin, not knowing what he was thinking, suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed violently.

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback, lying on the doorway and asked:

"Are you okay? Can you hear me?"

He didn't answer, his hands were scratching on his body desperately, the thin T-shirt was torn into several large pieces by him, and there was a terrible ho-ho sound in his throat.

Jiang Miaomiao was so anxious that his tears were rolling, and there was only one thing in his mind——

It's over, he really wants to become a zombie!

"Save me...Save me..."

He stared at her outside the door, stretched out his spasmodic hand, and a painful sound came from his lips and teeth.

Her heart was twisted like a knife, her mind was as messy as a trash can that was overturned by Jiang's flesh, and the thought of a broken jar came up in her heart.

He died, and she lived a long time alone. Instead of staying and suffering, she might as well die together!

She shouldn't become a walking dead, wandering endlessly in the city.

Jiang Miaomiao took out the key to open the door, rushed in and took his hand, spit on the other hand, and was about to touch the switch.

When Lu Qiming saw something bad, he stopped twitching and pulled her back.

She couldn't stand firmly, and fell on top of him, waiting for a few seconds before she recovered.

"Are you okay?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly.

"You still say you don't like me? You don't even want your life for me."

Jiang Miaomiao: "..."

"Now that the doors are open, can you let me out? I'm really fine, don't believe me."

He got up and turned in front of her twice, the rags slipped off his body, revealing neat eight pack abs.

Jiang Miaomiao lowered his eyes and walked out.

"Okay."

Lu Qiming was overjoyed and followed her, but when he was about to step out of the room, he was slammed back by the door, and his nosebleeds almost came out.

Click, Jiang Miaomiao coldly locked the lock.

"Liar, just stay inside!"

The root of the nose was sore and painful, and the tears were irritated.

Lu Qiming didn't have the time to wipe, he leaned on the doorway and rushed out and shouted:

"I'm not kidding, come back!"

Jiang Miaomiao did not look back, nor scolded him. He expressed his anger in the next few meals-noodles, porridge, fried rice, nothing, no mustard, just gave him cod liver oil in, ignoring His complaints turned away and he liked to drink or not.

Lu Qiming reluctantly drank a few meals, then vomited when he smelled the fishy smell.

She then stopped and resumed the food supply.

Lu Qiming was in isolation for half a month, and Jiang Miaomiao also served him for half a month.

Although I didn't go out once, but because there was a lot of work to do every day, I had to chat with him half-forced to spend time with him, and my life was quite fulfilling.

On the tenth day, the number of zombies outside the house gradually returned to the original level, and the food in the warehouse was also much less visible to the naked eye.

This gave Jiang Miaomiao a strong sense of crisis.

A family of three has to eat every day. If you don't eat enough, you will have no energy. If you don't have enough energy, it will not be convenient to go out to find food.

They cannot fall into a vicious circle.

Fortunately, except for the first two days of pretending to be a fool, Lu Qiming behaved normally after that, and it seemed that he was not infected.

It is not an option to stay locked up forever. On the fifteenth day, Jiang Miaomiao decided to do a comprehensive inspection.

"Open your mouth, ah."

She squatted outside the doorway, wearing gloves and a mask, like a doctor coming to the kindergarten for a physical examination.

Lu Qiming opened his mouth and showed her his teeth and mouth.

Very good, clean teeth, healthy tongue, no signs of decay.

Jiang Miaomiao handed out the thermometer, "Measure it and show it to me."

He did it, too well-behaved.

Jiang Miaomiao checked everything he could think of, and finally grabbed his arm, took a deep breath, and began to remove the bandage.

Heal quickly, heal quickly.

She chanted the spell silently in her heart and lifted the last layer of bandage.

Lu Qiming's wounds he had been raising for half a month were exposed before his eyes.