Looking down from the second floor, the crowd of zombies that are as dense as a tide is even more shocking, as if there is no end, they wriggle endlessly, making people feel chills all over the body.
It was mid-spring, and the sun was shining brightly for several days. Although the zombies could still move, the flesh on their bodies had already lost their vitality. One can imagine the result of being exposed to the sun for several days. The smell of thousands of rotting corpses gathered together, and as long as the windows were opened a crack, the smell could knock people out.
Shen Shi'an took the child and turned around the six French windows on the second floor, carefully observing the group of zombies below, and his brows would frown every moment of observation.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that some zombies' movements seem to be a little more flexible than three days ago, and the slowness and stiffness between movements are becoming less and less obvious, and they can even try to jump.
Can zombies evolve
This sudden thought made Shen Shi'an's heart quickly clouded. In just three days after the outbreak of the virus, the number of survivors dropped sharply to less than a quarter of the total population. The survival situation was already difficult. If evolution is not possible, then the entire human race may face the danger of genocide.
In order to prevent his own eyes from seeing it wrong, Shen Shi'an leaned closer to the floor-to-ceiling windows to observe more carefully. The spotless glass in the past was covered with a layer of dust due to the explosion caused by the crash of the passenger plane and the collapse of the building, but fortunately, the impact on the vision was not too great. And when his eyes were fixed on a few zombies who were acting abnormally, as if he had sensed something, seven or eight zombies in a row suddenly raised their heads at the same time, and their muddy and rotten eyeballs were filled with black holes, looking straight at Shen Shi'an looked over.
A bone-deep chill suddenly crawled up against his back, Shen Shi'an subconsciously took a few steps back, his legs hit the long table with a muffled sound, some kind of indescribable coldness and fear clenched like a bone claw Clutching his heart tightly, as if he had encountered some major threat to his life, the internal exercises were running to the extreme at this time, and countless small spiritual energy frantically gathered from all around, because the speed was so fast that it even formed around him. Hundreds of tiny cyclones.
Shen Xun immediately noticed his abnormality, ran over and grabbed his hand: "An'an!"
Shen Shi'an sat on the table and panted heavily, his face turned pale, but his eyes became darker and brighter. "I'm fine," he shook his head, and waited until the sudden coldness disappeared, and the operation of the exercises in his body gradually returned to normal, he raised his hand to touch his slightly hot lower abdomen, as if he was not sure: "I think the exercises seem to be about to advance."
Kung Fu is indeed about to advance. When the heat in the lower abdomen lasted for more than two hours and still did not stop, and his five senses were slowly improving at a speed that could be seen, Shen Shi'an finally confirmed this point.
He has been practicing the exercises for more than two months. Although it is not too long, it is a matter of course to be promoted to the first level. After all, according to the records in the exercise book, this is the most basic and simplest step in the entire cultivation stage. Babies have a little harder time learning to drink.
No matter what factors triggered this advancement, whether it was the life-threatening run before the plane crashed, or the mental stimulation experienced at that moment just now, the improvement of kung fu is a great thing for Shen Shi'an.
It's just that I don't know how long this step-up will last, and whether the use of exercises during the step-up will be affected.
In addition, those pair of dark and lifeless eyes have completely become a lingering shadow in Shen Shi'an's heart. Whether it's the zombie's weird behavior or the internal exercises' reaction to it, it all confirmed the worst guess in his mind since the outbreak of the virus—
Zombies, at least zombies whose behavior patterns have changed, are sensitive to his space or the spiritual spring in the space.
This means that, in the last days, he is a living target that attracts an army of zombies.
What is the effective distance of this induction? Is there a way to shield this induction? Will this induction be weakened or strengthened when his skill level is improved? …
Shen Shi'an's thoughts were busy, and countless questions went back and forth in his mind, but none of them could be answered. In the end, he let out a long sigh and picked up the child: "Let's find some books to read."
The second floor is the reading room. The bookshelves are filled with various types of newspapers and magazines, which are extremely rich and complete, ranging from international current affairs to entertainment gossip, from fashion pictorials to pig breeding manuals.
Geography books are on the fourth floor of the library, and the detailed maps of various provinces and cities stored there are the main purpose of Shen Shi'an's choice to go to the city center at the beginning. But he didn't intend to expose his target. With zombies everywhere above the second floor, it was a bit strange for a person who was in a hurry to go to the fourth floor. Anyway, with so many survivors, the food can't stand the consumption at all, and someone will always propose to clean up and collect materials layer by layer.
Shen Shi'an walked around the bookshelves a few times, took four or five periodicals related to crop cultivation, and found two comic books for the children. He walked to a coffee table a little far from the window and sat down to read.
When you are trapped in a limited space, with no Internet or games, no way to leave or do anything, the time will suddenly become extremely long.
Some of the survivors were sleeping, both to conserve energy and reduce consumption. Some were sitting in a group, some were staring out the window in a daze, and some, like Shen Shi'an, passed the time by flipping through newspapers and magazines.
Shen Shi'an and Shen Xun sat opposite each other. Apart from a few books, there was also a pack of strange-flavored beans and chilled tomato juice in a thermos cup on the tea table. The sunlight came in from the window. Turn the pages of the book and take a sip of the iced drink. Ignoring the endless hoarse howls of the zombie army, it can be regarded as a rare quiet time in the afternoon.
It's just that this tranquility was quickly broken, and there were waves of quarrels that became more and more intense from the reading room. You don't need to go out to see Shen Shi'an to know what these quarrels are about - water.
There are generally two ways of water supply in the city, one is the self-flowing water supply system, that is, the water source is supplied from a high place to a low place through natural gravity, which is usually suitable for buildings and household floors with lower altitudes; the other is a water pump water supply system , that is, the water is directly pumped/sent to a high place by electricity, which is usually suitable for buildings and household floors with higher altitudes.
The first and second floors of the library are at a low altitude, so even after the city’s power was cut off, the water was not cut off immediately, but perhaps it was reminded by the girl on the radio in the early morning that many people began to realize that they were trapped somewhere and the water source was cut off. What a terrible thing.
It’s true that there is still water in the library, but the water storage capacity of the highland pool is limited. If the water in the water tower runs out, where is there electricity to transport water from other places? The back-up power system in the library only cares about lighting, not whether the water pump is working or not. When the water is all used up, then they can only sit and wait to die!
Early in the morning before dawn, people found all kinds of utensils that could hold water, collected water from the tap and stored it. The herd effect is often blind and crazy, especially when it involves self-interest and stimulates the desire to survive. If there is the first one, there will be the second, and then the third and the fourth... In the end, more than half of the people will swarm up, I'm afraid that I will suffer if I pick it up late.
There are a total of four bathrooms and eight faucets on the first and second floors of the library. Once there are not enough allocations, conflicts and disputes will naturally arise.
The quarrel didn't last too long, and gradually subsided under Zhang Ze's voice of persuasion. Since Shen Shi'an carefully observed his words and deeds, he found that he seems to be very good at and is used to playing the role of the patriarch in the group.
After flipping through half a magazine, a short-haired young man suddenly walked over beside him. He was tall and had a dark complexion. He put two bottles of water on the coffee table as if embarrassed: "Mr. Shen, I don't think you have gone out to fetch water. So, I brought you two bottles."
Shen Shi'an was a little surprised, looked at the bottle and then at the young man, unable to tell what he meant.
"Ah," the young man came to his senses, and scratched the back of his head even more embarrassedly: "Mr. Shen probably doesn't remember me. My name is Li Cheng. I'm a courier. I delivered food to Mr. Shen once before. You live in the Medical University In the next neighborhood, right?"
Shen Shi'an frowned slightly. The number of times he ordered takeaways was not too many but not too many, so there was still no way to connect the other party with specific events. What's more, what does the other party have to do with delivering water to me now? The takeaway service pays both money and goods, and if I really want to say it, I thank the other party.
The young man saw his doubts, and hurriedly continued: "I delivered food to Mr. Shen at the end of December last year. A handsome guy named Mr. Yun Ao Tianyun placed the order, and after delivering it to my door, Mr. Shen gave it to me. He took a bottle of mineral water and gave me a five-star praise, hehe, because of this, I earned two yuan more on the order." At the end, he laughed, with a hearty and straightforward smile, showing two rows of white and neat teeth.
Now Shen Shi'an finally remembered. That day was the first day he came home from the hospital after the car accident. Yun Feiyang ordered takeaway food. Later, in order to fulfill the agreement with his mother to "do a good deed every day", he gave the deliveryman a bottle of mineral water and asked Yun Feiyang Hit a five-star praise.
After more than three months, Shen Shi'an had long forgotten what the delivery man looked like. If the other party hadn't reminded him at this time, he might never have remembered that there was such a passerby in his life. For me, that bottle of mineral water was just a quick way to complete the task, but, unexpectedly, someone would keep it in mind for such a long time
Li Cheng laughed again: "Well, it's not a good job to deliver food. There are so many places where you can meet all kinds of people. I gave a bad review because the food was not good, and because of the traffic jam on the road. I was a few minutes late complaining and swearing, and it was delivered well, because I accidentally knocked it over and the result was on me, so I called to ask for compensation... In short, there are quite a lot of things that don't go well, so I put all the complaints I said thank you to all the guests who gave me good reviews. When I was in a bad mood, I thought about it one by one, and I didn’t feel so uncomfortable. Mr. Shen was the first and only person who brought me water. I remember clearly Well, I recognized it when I first entered the library yesterday, but I didn’t have the nerve to come over to talk to him for a while, but today I saw that Mr. Shen hadn’t gone out to pick up water, so I just brought two bottles for him.”
As he spoke, he pushed the water into the middle of the tea table: "The bottle is clean, and I washed it before receiving the water. The water is left over from the boiler, and it's still warm. It just so happens that children don't like cold water. .”
Shen Shi'an didn't know what to say. Regardless of other things, how can the water three months ago and the current water be compared on the same standard? Things that were dispensable back then can save lives now.
Thoughts were spinning in my heart, and in the end I could only say: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, you're welcome, I should, and I just happened to do it smoothly." Li Cheng waved his hands quickly, and couldn't help yawning while waving, and quickly covered his mouth again: "Sorry, sorry, yesterday After listening to that little girl’s broadcast at night, I haven’t fallen asleep.”
Shen Shi'an took a closer look, and sure enough, he found a patch of black and blue under his eyes.
Li Cheng got his consent and sat down on another chair, as if he had finally found someone to confide in, raised his eyebrows and sighed heavily: "It's such a pity that she is so smart at such a young age. She is here alone. What a poor family, it would be great if I could save her..."
Shen Shi'an can understand his guilt and helplessness, but this matter is probably powerless for anyone in the library.
It is not difficult to make a simple signal transmitter by yourself. As long as you have a small electrical appliance such as a radio or an alarm clock, you can easily do it by disassembling a few parts and reassembling it. Many high-end private schools that pay more attention to practical hands-on ability will teach handicraft classes in junior high schools or elementary schools. When Shen Shi'an helped children find suitable schools for him for a while, he watched many similar teaching videos on the school's official website.
But such a transmitter has a very obvious limitation, that is, the short propagation distance. According to Shen Shi'an's estimation, the straight-line distance between the girl named Xiong Mengmeng and the library will not exceed one kilometer at most. This also means that between her and the survivors in the library, there is a dense army of zombies that can't see the end.
How to save
No one can save her.
In the last days, there are precarious things, and there are some things that can only be left to fate.
Li Cheng sat for a while to recover, stood up and was about to leave, Shen Shi'an thought for a while and stopped him: "You don't have to worry too much, the running water in the library will not be cut off in a short time."
The highland pools in City H are distributed by district, that is to say, the water towers that supply the library with water can at least store enough water for hundreds of thousands of people in the entire city center for three days. The population in the city center is concentrated, and the conversion rate of zombies will only be much higher than the average level. In addition, the commercial water supply has completely stopped. It's probably fine for a few months.
Li Cheng's eyes lit up after listening to his explanation, and at the same time he became more and more embarrassed about his behavior of delivering water: "Look at what I did, I thought it was a help, I didn't expect to do so much. Hehe, a college student who has studied It's just different, Mr. Shen, you are busy, so I won't bother you."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen Shi'an to express anything, he scratched his head and ran away.
Shen Xun, who had been silent all this time, unscrewed the two bottles of water one by one and smelled them, and there was nothing wrong with them. Seeing that Shen Shi'an seemed to be in a good mood, he jumped off the chair and squeezed into his arms: "An'an, when did you know him?"
Shen Shi'an rubbed his head twice, and continued to read: "It has nothing to do with you, you didn't know where you were at that time."
Ok
Shen Xun puffed up his cheeks.
Probably because they slept more during the day, the survivors fell asleep significantly later this night than the previous day. Shen Shi'an took two more pillows and leaned against the wall, holding the child in his arms and reading a storybook to him.
"...'Oh, he took this princess for me,' the little mermaid looked at the prince and the bride in his arms, feeling that her heart was breaking: 'For him, I left my clan and handed over the beauty voice, and endured endless pain every day, but he didn't know a thing.' The little mermaid wished she could tell the truth, but she couldn't speak anymore, she was just a pitiful little girl in the palace. Dumb. Wait until tomorrow morning, wait until the first rays of sunlight rise, and she will turn into foam in the sea and disappear completely in the…”
"An'an," the child interrupted him: "Why doesn't the little mermaid write?"
"... what?" Shen Shi'an didn't react for a moment.
Shen Xun turned around from his arms: "Didn't the little mermaid give her voice to the witch so she couldn't speak? Then why didn't she write? By writing, she can tell the truth to the prince."
Shen Shi'an was silent. To be honest, since the first time he knew the story of "The Daughter of the Sea", he never thought about the other party's question "why didn't he write to tell the prince the truth".
"Probably because the little mermaid is not human, so the little mermaid can't write human characters." He quickly made up a very reliable explanation.
"I can't learn it. She lived in the palace for several months. She can't even learn a few words for such a long time? Why don't I just learn it? I'm not human..." Shen Xun covered his mouth in time , looked around quietly: Tsk, I almost slipped my tongue.
Shen Shi'an fell silent again. Survivors around who heard the conversation between the two of them laughed: "Hey, that's the truth. Things that can be solved with a few words, why doesn't the little mermaid learn? Oh, this kid has such a flexible mind."
Shen Xun was a little proud, and put his hands on his chest, and the old god concluded: "So the little mermaid was stupid to death by me. In the final analysis, I still suffered from being uneducated."
"Hahahahaha..."
Amidst the loud laughter of the crowd, Shen Xun and Shen Shi'an acted like a baby: "An'an, I don't want to hear this kind of story anymore, is there anything a little more thrilling?"
Shen Shi'an thought for a while, and went to the staff room to get a copy of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio"—probably some administrator took it down from upstairs to pass the time when he was bored.
Ghosts, ghosts, fox fairies and goblins, now Shen Xun was excited, and he listened with great interest with his eyes wide open. However, after listening several times in a row, I had a question: "An'an, can all the monsters who are saved by humans be allowed to repay their kindness?"
Fearing that he would ask some unrestrained questions again, Shen Shi'an hummed perfunctorily a few times, then closed the book, "Okay, that's it for today, lie down obediently and get ready to sleep."
Shen Xun got into the blanket, looking thoughtfully at Shen Shi'an's side face.
As the night darkened, the reading room gradually became quieter. After confirming that everyone was asleep, Shen Shi'an woke up the child again: "I'll take you in for dinner."
Unexpectedly, this time the child immediately shook his head and firmly disagreed: "If An An doesn't eat, I won't eat either."
Shen Shi'an frowned, and persuaded in a low voice: "You are obedient, if you don't eat, you won't grow taller, I'm really not hungry."
"Then I'm not hungry." Shen Xun was unmoved at all, his dark green eyes were deep and quiet in the night, like emeralds moistened by spring water: "You promised that you would not lock me up against my will." I went in." After a pause, he added: "Even if you lock me in, I won't eat it."
Shen Shi'an was speechless, both distressed and funny, but there was nothing he could do.
Shen Xun saw his looseness, giggled twice, kissed him on the forehead, then hugged his neck and slipped into his arms: "Sleep well, An'an, good night."
The author has something to say: Thick and long! Ask for nutrient solution and ask for tickets~
There will definitely be teammates, so don't worry. The next chapter starts to speed up the progress, and the library plot is expected to end in about three chapters.
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