Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Lu Qiming insisted so much that Jiang Miaomiao had to hug the dog back to the room.

But it is impossible to sleep. If Lu Qiming dies, she can't live alone.

Rather than continue to be frightened, it is better to fight to the death!

She found everything that could be used, kitchen knives, rope, sheets, a lighter and a bucket of cooking oil.

If there is really no hope, she will set a fire to burn the house.

Free yourself, and free the souls of those walking dead.

Jiang Miaomiao sat on the bed holding this pile of things, listening to the movement next door with his ears erected, and was ready to rush to help immediately if something went wrong.

However, after more than half an hour, only the footsteps of the zombies were heard, but there was no fighting.

It's so quiet that people don't dare to gasp.

Can't the zombies open the door and come out?

She has to go and see.

Jiang Miaomiao went to the ground, holding oil in one hand and a knife in the other, followed by Jiang Rourou who was scared to clamp his tail.

But when she touched the doorknob and was about to open the door to go out, she found that the door was actually locked!

"Lu Qiming? Lu Qiming?"

She didn't dare to speak too loudly and shouted in the dark with her voice suppressed.

The other party did not respond, obviously not intending to explain anything to her.

What did he lock her up for? Knowing that she won't run away, so deliberately let her stay inside and not get out?

Then doesn't he want to face the zombies inside alone? !

"Lu Qiming, open the door!"

Jiang Miaomiao lay on the door, and his voice had become pleading.

Lu Qiming still ignored her. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door next door, which was intensely harsh and completely covered Jiang Miaomiao's voice.

Klang Klang, the zombies hit more than a dozen times, and at the last loud noise, she clearly heard Lu Qiming's dull painful hum.

Jiang Miaomiao anxiously became an ant on the hot pot, spinning around the room, unable to stop.

She tried to pry open the door lock, holding the knife for a long time, and instead of picking the lock, she slashed her hand.

I wanted to climb out of the window, but I opened the curtains and looked out. The yard was densely packed with zombies' heads.

She hurriedly closed, but the sound of fighting next door never stopped. She could almost imagine how the hordes of zombies would tear Lu Qiming to pieces.

Why is he so stupid...

Jiang Miaomiao looked at the cooking oil and lighter and held it in his hand.

She opened the lid of the cooking oil and poured it on the floor. When it was about to ignite, the door of the room was knocked suddenly.

Lu Qiming panted heavily and whispered:

"Don't come out, I'm not dead."

She was overjoyed and ran to the door and asked:

"How are you? Open the door and let me go out to help, OK?"

Lu Qiming didn't speak anymore. There was a ping-pong ring outside the door, and the zombies screamed to numb the scalp.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't dare to set the fire. If Lu Qiming was not dead, but because she set the fire to death, wouldn't it harm him?

But she couldn't get out again, watching the door handle gritted her teeth, and continued to pry.

The villa uses solid wood doors, and the lock on the door is also the strongest. She doesn't know how to pry it, and can't open it after a long time.

She changed her mind, lifted the stool and knocked hard.

The fighting outside was too loud, but no zombies paid attention to her.

Jiang Miaomiao was almost crying.

Why don't you install such a sturdy door? People outside can't get in, but she can't get out either!

How is Lu Qiming? Anxious to death her!

The stool was not easy to use. She wanted to change a tool, but when she lifted her foot, she found that the sole was slippery.

Squatting down to check, a strong smell of blood came over.

Jiang Miaomiao stretched out his hand and touched it, and he felt a pool of warm blood that had seeped in from under the crack in the door.

The blood of the zombies has no temperature, and the smell is not so fresh. So this blood can only be...

Her heart was squeezed into a ball, so pain that she couldn't breathe, looked at the door and said:

"Lu Qiming, please open the door..."

She would rather die with him than live alone and face a cruel situation.

She was afraid.

The sound of fighting stopped suddenly and was replaced by footsteps.

The previous one is brisk and powerful, from Lu Qiming. The mess behind is zombies.

The sound of messy footsteps spread from outside the door to the next window. It seemed that something had jumped and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Jiang Miaomiao hurriedly rushed to the window and looked out, only to see the silvery white moonlight spilling all over the ground, like frost, the slender figure stood up from the ground, the zombies behind him were like dumplings, plopping and jumping down. .

Outside the courtyard, there are countless zombies gathering here.

The number was far beyond her imagination. She didn't even know that there were so many zombies left in the city after the tide of zombies had faded, and it made her scalp numb.

The figure looked up at her, his lips moved silently, and then ran out of the yard without looking back, plunged into the night.

Countless zombies followed him, reminiscent of locusts during the locust plague.

It is overwhelming and cannot be extinct, giving people a deep sense of despair.

Jiang Miaomiao stood at the window, her voice so uncomfortable that she couldn't cry.

After standing for a while, she turned and continued to smash the door lock.

The zombies ran with Lu Qiming, and only her and the dog were left in the villa.

She wants to go out, seal all the damaged doors and windows and wash away the blood.

It is two o'clock in the morning, and there are still sixteen hours before the next dark.

She decided to wait for Lu Qiming for sixteen hours.

If he doesn't come back after dark, she won't wait.

Jiang Rourou was so frightened that he followed her every step of the way.

Jiang Miaomiao turned to touch its big head, tears in his eyes.

"If I take you along, would you hate me?"

It didn't understand, and desperately retracted into her arms, just wanting to hide in that safe embrace forever.

The sky gradually brightened, and things in the villa became clear.

The door next door was completely smashed, the hallway was terrible, and the walls were full of blood and stains, shocking.

Jiang Miaomiao found out the electric drill and hammer that he had never used before, used the anti-theft window scraps and broken wooden boards, and demolished another table. Before the zombies came back, he sealed all the doors and windows there.

After no rest, I brought a bucket of water, first dragged the wall and the floor with a mop, changed the water, and wiped it inch by inch with a rag.

She couldn't smell the smell of blood until she wiped it off, so she sprayed the room with disinfectant several times, and then she let it go.

It had been a morning after finishing this, Jiang Miaomiao walked to the window and looked carefully.

The zombies came back one after another, and they didn't seem to have changed much from yesterday.

"it's time for lunch."

She said to herself, ran downstairs to wash the rice and cook.

Lu Qiming likes to eat green vegetables. She specially fried all the green vegetables that she grew. After cooking, she took out the snacks confiscated from his room and put them on the table.

Jiang Rourou smelled the scent of the food and waved his tail at her.

She fed it a few mouthfuls, but she didn't move it, sitting at the table looking at the door, looking forward to the return of the person in her heart.

As time passed, she looked at her watch countless times, from the corner of her eye she caught a pair of his shoes on the shoe rack, and walked over and squatted down.

His shoes are big, size 45, longer than her little arms, and look like two boats.

This pair of shoes seemed to have been found in the supermarket, sports models, he took a fancy immediately, took two pairs directly.

Before that, he was wearing slippers found from the neighbor's house next door. The host's feet were too small. He stepped on the ground with his heels when he walked. She laughed many times.

Jiang Miaomiao recalled the scene and couldn't help but laugh again, holding his shoes reluctant to put it down.

Tuk tuk-

The door was knocked, and she reflexively stood up, holding her shoes to open the door.

There was a tall figure outside the door, covered in mud, only two eyes exposed.

He seemed to be very tired, leaning on the door frame, he was dissatisfied when he saw her opening the door so quickly.

"Aren't you afraid of being a zombie?"

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment, and stammered: "Zombies and zombies won't knock on the door...Old Time Literature_"

He snorted and laughed low, his voice like a mellow cello.

Jiang Miaomiao reacted at this moment and said in shock:

"You're back?!"

After being chased by so many zombies, you actually retreat all over?

"Go in and talk."

He looked at the zombies outside the courtyard and walked into the door by himself.

Jiang Miaomiao locked the door and hurriedly followed. Before he had time to ask, he fell heavily on her and leaned on her shoulder and screamed twice.

"I'm hurt, it hurts."

Where is Jiang Miaomiao thinking about asking anything else, and nervously said: "Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

Lu Qiming pointed to his leg, but it was so muddy there that he couldn't see clearly.

She tried to support this heavy body like a hill, took him to the bathroom, opened the shower and rushed wildly.

The silt was washed away by the water, and the injuries gradually revealed.

Originally, Jiang Miaomiao was very angry when he heard him talking, thinking that he was pretending to be pitiful as before, but now, if he takes a closer look, the severity is completely beyond her imagination.

A wound on the right leg penetrated from the calf to the middle of the thigh, the widest part was as wide as two fingers, and the flesh turned out.

There is a seven or eight centimeter opening across the abdomen. From the marks on the edge, it looks like a nail scraped out.

Something probably hit his shoulder, causing a lot of bruising. She pressed it gently, and he immediately sweated in pain.

In addition, there are many fragmentary wounds, which are impossible to count.

The silt absorbed the blood, just in time to stop the bleeding.

But looking at the skin that was soaked in pale white, she couldn't imagine how he came back alone.

Replaced by myself, I'm afraid that the pain will cause death on the spot.

Jiang Miaomiao hugged him and washed the mud on his face with a shower. Because of his sadness, his voice changed.

"Lu Qiming, where are your clothes?"

He looked at her wet eyes and smiled feebly.

"I don't know, it might fall somewhere."

"How did you escape?"

"They kept chasing me. I ran to the outskirts to death. I saw a quagmire and jumped in, hiding until dawn."

"Why didn't you open the door last night? Didn't you hear me?"

"What do you open the door for? Give you a chance to die with them?"

He squeezed her face mockingly, but with as little energy as a fly tickle, he lowered his hand and sighed.

"Oh, I'm so hungry."

Jiang Miaomiao held back his tears and speeded up.

"I will give you a bath first, and I will have dinner later. I will prepare the food."

"Well, I want to eat green vegetables..."

Lu Qiming's voice gradually became smaller and his eyes closed. Jiang Miaomiao was so scared that Jiang Miaomiao quickly slapped him, for fear that he would never wake up after falling asleep.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

"I'm so tired, sleep for a while, don't hit me."

"You are not allowed to die."

"I'm not dead...I'm not dead..."

He murmured a few words and fell asleep again.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't dare to quarrel with him anymore, so he washed the mud and wiped it dry with a bath towel, let him lie on the bathroom floor and apply medicine to him.

The wound is so big that you need stitches. There are sewing kits brought back from the supermarket in the warehouse, but she really has no guts to sew human flesh with her bare hands.

Lu Qiming didn't wake up. He wanted to sew a needle before he woke up to discuss. Now he will apply the medicine first.

The powder was sprinkled on the wound, and she could imagine the pain, but he just hummed twice and did not wake up.

Wrapped the bandage, she pushed Lu Qiming, shouting in his ear:

"Wake up, eat."

The other party is motionless, if it weren't for breathing, it's like dead.

Jiang Miaomiao shouted that he couldn't wake him up, and couldn't bear to quarrel him. He wiped the tiles next to him dry, took a quilt, and covered him.

She hadn't eaten anything till now, she was very hungry, but didn't want to leave Lu Qiming, so she sat next to her with her knees on her knees, less than ten centimeters away.

The horror scene last night is vivid, and she doesn't know when it will be staged again.

It may be today, or it may be tomorrow.

But anyway, they survived. She touched Lu Qiming's pale face, which was cool to the touch, but it made her feel at ease.

Jiang Rourou also ran over and curled up among them.

The two of them stayed in this small bathroom and closed the door, finally able to breathe for a while.

Lu Qiming did not wake up until the sunset.

Jiang Miaomiao watched the light in the room dimmed a little bit, worried that when the zombies came in again at night, and they couldn't even make a dead ghost, his eyelashes trembled twice and opened his eyes.

She was pleasantly surprised.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Lu Qiming stretched his legs and inhaled a cold breath.

"it hurts."

"Then don't move, I'll bring the food over to feed you."

Jiang Miaomiao immediately ran downstairs after speaking, filled all the food with a washbasin, placed it on the bathroom floor, and asked him with the bowl:

"What do you want to eat?"

He squinted his eyes laboriously and caught a glimpse of the large plate of vegetables that was almost leaking.

"You picked all the vegetables?"

"Ok."

"I can't finish a meal, it's a waste."

They have worked so hard to plant for a long time.

Jiang Miaomiao muttered: "If you don't eat it now, you won't be able to eat it later. That's a waste."

He didn't hear clearly, "What?"

She shook her head, put him a large chopsticks and vegetables on her own initiative, fed him into his mouth and said:

"Eat more. Vegetables are a treasure these days. You can't buy it with money."

He laughed at himself: "I'm so injured, you feed me grass? I want to eat meat."

"There is no meat, I really want to eat it, I can only cut my thigh."

"Who said that?" He raised his eyebrows at Jiang Rourou, "Isn't there a ready-made one here? It's been delicious and delicious for so long, and it's time to give."

"Screw you."

She cursed, and saw that there was still pork in the snack pile, unpacked them all and fed them into his mouth, ignoring the meat of the river whose saliva dripped on the ground.

Feeding a bowl of rice and most of the snacks, Jiang Miaomiao clapped her hands.

"The best things in the family have entered your stomach, and you have to give me alive if you say anything. You are not allowed to die, you know?"

"What if I die for you?"

She glared at him, and he smiled, clutching his shoulders and calling out.

"It hurts, is there any anesthetic?"

Where is anesthetic in the pharmacy? There seem to be a few boxes of painkillers.

Jiang Miaomiao ran downstairs and brought him over, fed him two slices, and looked at his wounds with shock.

The flesh is exposed, how can it be healed?

The weather is hot and it is easy to get infected.

Lu Qiming looked at her, looked at the sky, and suddenly said:

"Get me the needle."

She was stunned, "What are you going to do?"

"Sew the wound."

"We don't have anesthetics, it hurts."

Lu Qiming shrugged, "I know, but someone threatened me not to die, what can I do? Just bear with the pain."

Jiang Miaomiao felt even more sad when he saw him joking at this time.

She thought for a while and figured out a way.

"There are a few bottles of Erguotou for cooking in the warehouse. Why don't you get yourself drunk first and I will sew while you are drunk?"

He smiled bitterly, "Come on, I'm afraid you will not wake me while I am asleep."

"...Who wants to smash you?"

"You, rushed at me last night, I couldn't push it away. If the zombies hadn't arrived in time, my virginity would have been tainted by you."

Jiang Miaomiao was so angry that he got up and said:

"Well, you sew it yourself, it won't hurt you!"

She brought a sewing kit, alcohol, and a lighter. Lu Qiming burned the needle with fire, put the thread in the alcohol to eliminate the poison, and then applied a layer of ibuprofen cream to the wound on the thigh, and started Started.

Jiang Miaomiao didn't dare to look at all, his eyes were emptied, his face wrinkled like buns.

When the cotton thread passed through the skin and flesh, it pulled a slight noise, which made her feel pain.

The pain relief effect of ibuprofen was limited. Lu Qiming also overestimated his pain tolerance ability. After a few stitches, he sweated all over and couldn't get rid of it anymore.

"Miao Miao."

Jiang Miaomiao opened his eyes and asked with a trembling voice:

"doing what?"

"Do me a favor."

"I, I dare not..."

"I'll cheer you on, hurry up."

The needle is still in the flesh and cannot be left alone.

Jiang Miaomiao stretched out his hand tremblingly and took the needle, shaking like a Parkinson's patient.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just sew pork, what's so scary..."

She comforted herself so in her heart, but when her fingers pinched his skin and were about to poke the needle tip in, the warm blood flowed to her hand, and a feeling of abhorrent chill rose from the tail vertebra to her head, suddenly Withdraw his hand, crying and saying:

"Woo, I really dare not..."

Lu Qiming sighed and hugged her and kissed her.

"Miaomiao, help me, it hurts me."

She was so dizzy by the kiss, looked at the terrible wound under her hand, cruelly hearted, and started stitching.

A large roll of cotton thread was used up, and the wound on Lu Qiming's leg was finally sealed, and it looked crooked, like a big centipede.

After the initial fear, Jiang Miaomiao became more and more skilled, and then he was about to sew the wound on his stomach.

He quickly said: "Wait, let me slow down."

He is almost dying of pain, this crime is simply unacceptable.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at his frail face, thought of something, ran to fetch it, took out a lighter and handed it to his mouth.

"give."

Lu Qiming looked down, and it was a smoke.

I have an injury on my stomach and my hands are not easy to move.

He took her hand to smoke, and the smoke covered the bathroom, making her cough twice.

Lu Qiming stopped, "Enough, no more."

"It's okay, it's okay, you smoke more."

Jiang Miaomiao refused to remove it, so he had to take out the whole root.

The stitching work continued. The two didn't time it. They didn't know how long it took in total. They only knew that the stitching was so dark that the light was so dark that Jiang Miaomiao almost lay on him before finishing sewing.

Lu Qiming seemed to have escaped, lying on the ground and getting rid of his strength, his body was cold, blood flowed out of his heart little by little, warming his limbs.

Jiang Miaomiao collected the good things and said, "It's dark."

Both their hearts sank.

To come back like last night, they can't make it through.

Lu Qiming looked at the bathroom and touched the door next to it.

"It's nice here, or just sleep here at night."

Jiang Miaomiao didn't have the strength to carry him upstairs. He brought pillows and quilts and spread them beside him.

She didn't just fall asleep like this, moved a bunch of things behind the door, locked the door, taped the only small window in the bathroom several layers, and sprayed the disinfectant again, which was a little relieved.

The windows are so small that zombies should not be able to climb in.

There is a seam under the door, and they will not be suffocated to death.

As long as the zombies don't find them inside and force them in, it should be safer than yesterday.

She lay on the bed, holding Jiangrou's warm body, and heard Lu Qiming coughing next to her.

"Are you still in pain?"

He rubbed his nose. "It's better."

"No matter what happens in the future, don't lock me behind the door, okay?"

She was really terrified.

Lu Qiming was silent for a few seconds before making a hmm.

Jiang Miaomiao sighed, stretched out his hand to hug him, and carefully avoided those terrible wounds.

The two are like wounded beasts, warming each other in the dark.

The sound of zombies resounded outside the window, she was so tired that she had no energy to be afraid, and fell asleep groggyly.

Someone seemed to be kissing her in the dream, gentle and tender, which made her very comfortable.

In the early morning, a little light enters the bathroom.

Lu Qiming pinched her ears for a while and covered her nose for a while.

"Pig, get up."

Jiang Miaomiao opened his eyes, looked at him blankly for a while, and suddenly reacted.

"Are we still alive?!"

Lu Qiming smiled.

"Yes, I'm still alive, so I have to continue to eat and cook."

She rolled around with the quilt in her arms, stretched out her waist as long as a century, and stretched her body comfortably.

"so tired."

She didn't want to move at all.

Lu Qiming was pitiful.

"I'm hungry."

"Find something to eat by yourself."

"I'm so hurt, you don't take care of it, it's really cruel."

Jiang Miaomiao then remembered his injury and quickly got up.

"What do you want to eat in the morning."

"Buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, pancakes and fruits."

"...Don't talk in sleep."

"Cook noodle."

Jiang Miaomiao wiped his face casually and went downstairs to make breakfast.

Lu Qiming's call kept coming from the bathroom.

"Miaomiao, I want to brush my teeth."

"Miaomiao, I want to smoke."

"Miaomiao, I want to go to the toilet."

The familiar Uncle Lu came back, and she was finally sure that the other party could not die for the time being, and she was in good spirits.

Lu Qiming's tenacious vitality really made her envious. When eating, she couldn't help holding up his hand to examine it carefully, touch it, smell it, and almost lick it.

Lu Qiming frowned.

"I know you are greedy for me, but you don't want to be so greedy, right?"

"Less narcissism. I am curious about how your body is so good that you won't die from such a serious injury."

"Who am I?" He smirked.

"Lu Qiming."

"Yes, I am Lu Qiming. Can Lu Qiming die casually? You look down on me too much."

Jiang Miaomiao rolled his eyes, put down his hand, and continued to feed him noodles.

"Your injury will take a long time. I suspect that our anti-inflammatory drugs are not enough."

"Just eat enough."

She didn't eat enough, and she fired all the green vegetables. It is estimated that she can eat three or four meals. The leftover ham sausage and mustard can't cope for long.

The food on hand is white rice, flour, noodles, and a few packets of instant noodles.

In two days I can only eat rice.

Lu Qiming looked at the noodles in the bowl and suddenly said:

"Don't we still have sugar and honey?"

She nodded, "Yes, but you can't eat it as a vegetable. Do you want sugar bibimbap? I would rather use soy sauce."

"There is sugar and flour. You can send some steamed buns to eat. It's better than plain rice."

Yes, she can also make steamed buns!

There is still half a bucket of oil in the kitchen. After the steamed buns are made, slice them and fry them in a pan. The fragrance is dead.

Jiang Miaomiao was so excited that she realized a serious problem—she had never made steamed buns before.

How did the noodles come from?

She went upstairs to find the kindle that was useless for a long time, and tried to turn over the recipe.