Super Zombie Factory

　　 didn't spend the night in the last days, even though Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical plant was impure.

　　 Back to Hyundai's own rental house, the sky outside the window was really setting sun, and there was only a blush in the sky.

　　 "The time is indeed synchronized."

　　 Uncle Zombie and Lu Chuan did not change when they left, they still sat upright.

　　 Since returning, Lu Chuan has fallen into deep thought.

　　 In the rental house, the young and the big one just sat like that, no one said anything. One is a woodcarving, and the other is a face that changes from time to time, as if he is sorting out some problems in his mind.

　　 "Goo... coo..."

　　 The hunger from his stomach made Lu Chuan absolutely recover from his contemplation.

　　 stood up, Lu Chuan stretched out and smiled.

　　 "I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan touched his stomach. This happened from the long-distance bus. Until now, he was running and jumping all the way, and he was already hungry.

　　 Putting down the things in mind, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.

　　 Single dog, but there is no habit of cooking by oneself.

　　 Plus, it’s too late. I took a look at the time and it was already 7:30 in the evening.

　　 There is no accident. Uncle Zombie is behind Lu Chuan again, almost staying with Lu Chuan.

　　 The advantage of the old residential area is that it is lively, which belongs to the lively of low-level citizens.

　　 At half past seven, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys are already open for business, and people are everywhere. All kinds of aromas float on the streets and alleys. I don't know how many people who are late for get off work will choose to stuff their stomachs at these stalls.

　　 "……"

　　 Lu Chuan looked at the heads of people surging here, but he thought of a scene he saw in the last days.

　　 There are many people, which means that there are also many zombies. If there is a disaster, the population density here, China and India, the most populous countries, are definitely the most tragic places.

　　 found a familiar stall and sat down, Lu Chuan shouted: "Uncle Luo, the same way."

"Five minutes." Uncle Luo is a thin middle-aged man. After answering Lu Chuan's words, he skillfully opened the fire. If the amount of fire was too large, he swallowed the pot head, a small spoonful of oil, and the whole pot changed. Become a sea of ​​flames.

　　Uncle Luo’s family has been operating here for more than ten years. The popularity is very good and the business has been good.

　　 Uncle Luo is in charge of the chef, while Aunt Luo is responsible for cutting and garnishing vegetables.

　　Uncle Luo's son is in college, and his daughter is Luo Juan, who is in the third year of high school. Every night, he helps out at the stalls, pours tea and water, and delivers the delicious dishes made by his father to the diners.

　　 Well, it's actually the role of a waiter.

　　 "Lu Chuan, I haven't come for a while, are you okay?" Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

　　 The uncle zombie stood dry beside Lu Chuan, and under the command of Lu Chuan, he sat on the opposite side of Lu Chuan staidly, also sitting upright.

　　 "Lu Chuan, drink some water."

　　 Two cups of big leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and the uncle zombie. Luo Juan flicked her hair and returned to the chair where she had just gotten up. Obviously, she was not interested in Lu Chuan for a few days.

　　Lu Chuan’s dinner is usually solved here, and after one year, he will be familiar.

　　 In normal times, Lu Chuan will tease Luo Juan a few words, but today Lu Chuan always thinks about biochemical factories, so naturally he doesn't have this thought.

　　 Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Auntie, I'm going back to my hometown."

　　 Luo Auntie also smiled: "Go back, see your parents more often."

　　Uncle Luo’s time is indeed very precise. Say five minutes, that is, five minutes later, a dish of fried noodles is placed in front of Lu Chuan.

　　 Lu Chuan, who had been hungry a long time ago, was not polite. Only after eating a few bites, did he remember something. He looked up and saw the uncle zombie sitting upright with an expressionless face.

"Oh."

　　 Lu Chuan patted his forehead, thinking about things and wanting to be fascinated, but even forgot about it.

　　 Lu Chuan had always been curious about whether to eat or not to the modern zombies. At present, it seems that it is a problem that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. There is no way to guarantee the living expenses of two people with his own salary.

　　 "Do you want a copy?" Lu Chuan asked.

　　 Zombie Uncle looked at Lu Chuan blankly, his hollow eyes didn't even blink.

　　 Lu Chuan: "……"

　　 A feeling of playing the piano with a cow, but Lu Chuan still pushed the fried noodles he had just eaten a few bites in front of the uncle zombie, and issued an instruction: "Eat."

　　 Zombie Uncle reached out his hand mechanically and grabbed at the fried noodle.

　　 "Chopsticks." Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

The uncle zombie stopped his arm, and mechanically grabbed the chopsticks and picked up the noodles, like a kid who was learning to eat. The way he held the chopsticks made Lu Chuan look away, and he didn't know this stuff. Look like.

　　 is really shameful, this act of using chopsticks is absolutely mentally retarded.

　　 The table was filled with scattered fried noodles, the uncle zombie's mouth was stuffed, and then he ate.

　　Essentially, Uncle Zombie was added a pretender system by the biochemical factory, but it still belongs to zombies. Zombies are a kind of monsters, they can eat or do not need to eat.

　　 But looking at the uncle zombie who killed most of the fried fans, Lu Chuan almost doubted whether the other party was a real person.

　　 Zombies eat fried noodles, it takes a lot of brainstorming to think of this?

　　 "It seems, really want to eat?"

　　 Lu Chuan wondered uncertainly, it will take a while to verify, for example, hungry for three to five days?

　　 "Uncle Luo, let's grill five lamb chops."

　　 Ten minutes later, five roasted lambs were placed in front of Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan found that the empty eyes of the uncle zombie finally reacted for the first time, and they turned a bit.

　　 Five grilled lamb chops entered the belly of the uncle zombie within five minutes.

　　 Bake again.

　　 Twenty roots.

　　 thirty roots.

　　 Ten chicken thighs and five more fried noodles.

　　 The belly of the uncle zombie, like a bottomless pit, gave Lu Chuan a sense of collapse. It was basically a rice bucket, thirty lamb chops, plus other... ten people, and it was eaten into his belly.

　　 A sense of crisis came to Lu Chuan's heart.

　　 With a deposit of less than 10,000, according to this speed and appetite, it will be at most half a month, and I will be drinking.

　　 This little salary of my own is not enough for the uncle zombie to eat for three to five days.

　　 Luo Juan has been paying attention to Lu Chuan. At this moment, she is looking at the bones piled up like a hill and the pile of plates. Her mouth is open. This is the first time she has seen such an edible person.

　　 When Lu Chuan checked out, his heart was bleeding.

　　…………

　　 Back to the rental house, the uncle zombie sat back on the chair again, as straight as ever.

　　 Lu Chuan saw that the uncle zombie did not see a bulging belly, and stopped thinking about this worrying question. Anyway, the next thing to test is what will happen if the zombie does not eat for three to five days.

　　 There are still two days left from the company, so I can just study about the zombies.

　　 Turning on the laptop he used when he was in college, Lu Chuan ignored the uncle zombie, typed the zombie on Bainiang, and pressed the enter key.

　　…………

　　 After overnight, Lu Chuan did not close his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion.

　　 The zombies mentioned by the biochemical factory were searched by Lu Chuan. The zombies in the front still have information to check, but for the latter mentioned, there is no trace of information about them on the Internet.

　　 Such as a meat shield, such as a mother body, what kind of zombies are these?

　　 Don't think about it, but also know that they are not simple.

　　 But Lu Chuan doesn't know where they are and what abilities they have. Before the biochemical plant is unlocked, ~www.ltnovel.com~ can only rely on guessing, and no specific information can be obtained.

　　The products in the biochemical factory originated from the end times.

　　 also means that the zombies in the biochemical factory will exist in the last days.

　　 The danger of the last days is visible.

　　 Some zombies like the meat shield and the mother body are still too far away from Lu Chuan, and they can be considered later.

　　 Lu Chuan's attention was not placed too much on these late zombies, but placed in front of his eyes.

　　 In addition to the information, Lu Chuan is still on the Internet, looking for ways to hunt zombies given by countless keyboard guys. These methods are strange, but in Lu Chuan's view, some methods are more reliable.

　　 After a night of understanding the habits of zombies, I have some confidence.

　　Unfortunately, Lu Chuan tried a few times. When he teleported to the end of the world, he had no right to carry items other than clothes. When it was teleported, it would be automatically removed.

　　 Otherwise, with modern tools, the hunt for three zombies will be solved in minutes.

　　 "The storage space can only be used after the biochemical plant is activated." Lu Chuan shook his head, regretting this extremely exciting function, which he can't use now.

　　Since I can only be alone, I can only find a way in the last days.

　　 Be careful, plus planning, Lu Chuan still has a lot of confidence. Lu Chuan also thought about the future. The miracle of the biochemical factory is as good as gold. Unless it is unlucky to provoke zombies like tyrants, ordinary zombies cannot break through the alloy walls around the biochemical factory. What are the problems? In the biochemical plant.

　　 No more, back to modern times.

　　 (Renewal plan, 7 am, 6 am, two changes a day... This time the new book period is very long, two months, this time the rain is full of sincerity, so can you vote for a recommendation?)