At 9:00 a.m. on the fifth day, the system mechanical sound announced, "The I22 shelter (the server where the player is located) has 950 players, 2,300 NPCs, and 18,932 zombies."
The size of the zombies has been reduced to 38% of the original.
But at this time, the residents couldn't hold it anymore. Hunting zombies for many days in a row, the spar has not been obtained for a long time, and the family has no income, but the food storage has been used up.
Seeing that they were about to starve to death, the residents questioned, "Can you really find the spar by hunting zombies? Could it be a lie?"
"How low is the probability of getting a spar? Every day, the big guys can hunt and kill at least thousands, even tens of thousands of zombies. Why haven't I seen anyone get a hundred kilograms of rice?"
"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't mix it up! Although searching for supplies is tiring and hard, and I can't make a fortune, at least I won't starve to death." Some people regretted the beginning.
But the supporters responded unceremoniously, "If you can't get the spar yourself, it's too bad to call someone a liar?"
"Inexperienced at the beginning, the lucky ones who got the spar will trade in public. Later, everyone learned to be good, and secretly traded secretly. Why didn't you see someone exchange for a hundred kilograms of rice? Oh, how can it be? Let you see! Aren't you afraid of recruiting thieves!"
"Not to mention, my neighbor moved several bags of rice to the house while it was dark, sneaking like a thief. In fact, who doesn't know? At first glance, his character broke out and he won the grand prize."
"If you have time to be jealous of other people's luck, it is better to learn from others' diligence. As far as I know, lucky people spend 14 hours a day hunting zombies, at least ten or more per day. On the surface, it is good luck. , but in fact people deserve it.”
A large bowl of poisonous chicken soup was poured down, and the opponents were immediately stunned.
My neighbors, my teammates, my aunt, my uncle... It sounds like a lot of people have already exchanged 100 kilograms of rice, and the few who can't be exchanged are very few.
Why does anyone fail to get lucky? Because it's not hard enough. In other words, effort was made, but the degree of effort was not enough.
But how much effort is enough? No one can answer this question. Probably... until the day when the spar is obtained.
Su Leng watched from the sidelines, quietly watching this group of people fooling around. My neighbors, my teammates, my aunt, my uncle... There are many cases, but none of them are their own experiences. Because no one is so stupid as to get angry and tell others that they have a lot of food at home.
In fact, one of the biggest hurdles for a scam to run successfully is the lucky winner.
The white coat group just wanted to exterminate the zombies, and by the way, they sold the vitality agent at a high price in exchange for necessary materials, and would never give away the extremely limited vitality agent for free.
So far, only one vitality potion has been confirmed to be consumed. Because that is a necessary investment, in order for the onlookers to witness the effect of the medicine with their own eyes. The second and third lucky winners must be their own people. The medicine seems to have been sent out, but it is actually in the hands of their own family members. The first lucky person was obviously also a friendly army, and he deliberately gave up the medicine to provide a legitimate reason for his teammates to test the medicine in public.
However, there are only a few people in the team, and they have to pretend to be scientific researchers. It’s not realistic to go out and hire strangers. Once someone leaks the word, the scam will stop playing, and the team of scammers will be hunted by angry crowds.
So, they chose another plan - to control public opinion with rhythm.
It's not that there are no lucky people in the future, but that people are very cautious and secretly trade behind their backs.
There are many residents who have exchanged 100 kilograms of rice, but most people have no information, so they don't know.
Failing to find a spar is because you didn't work hard enough, and you can't blame others.
…
This way, things are explained.
Su Han looked around and was very curious about how many of the supporters were hired, how many saw through the scam and deliberately lied, how many were with the white coat and deliberately set rhythm, and how many were deceived, As a result, he also deceived himself.
Unfortunately, it's impossible to tell from the surface.
Among the opponents, some people began to waver.
But at this time, another news came out, "The caravan in the shelter heard that spar can make medicines to treat the virus, and decided to help. At present, ten teams of ten people have been sent to clear the zombies, and I believe it will be soon. There will be gains.”
So the opponents kept their mouths shut. In their opinion, the caravan must have been researched to confirm that the spar can be made into a potion before going out to hunt. The reason why they didn't find the spar may really be because of bad luck.
Thinking of this, no one dared to say anything more, and they all bowed their heads and left.
When the crisis was lifted, there was no joy on the white coat's face at all. Instead, his expression was extremely solemn, as if he had a premonition that a storm was coming.
At the same time, Su Han frowned. There are so many people in the caravan, if after two or three days of hunting, there is no harvest, you will definitely realize that there is a problem. It's hard to say what the caravan will do then.
**
Inside the shelter, figures swayed in the wooden house, and arguments sounded from time to time. However, both sides of the dispute deliberately controlled the volume so as not to attract attention.
"The caravan sent people to clear the zombies. Within three days, you will find that there is no so-called spar at all. What are you going to do then?" Restless.
"What's the hurry?" A lazy male voice sounded, "So far, everything is under control."
"If you don't think about it, the situation will soon get out of control!" At this moment, Qin Mo lost his arrogant and arrogant disguise, and there was a sense of anxiety in his words.
"Isn't there two or three days left?" The lazy male voice took it seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Mo barely calmed down. He suggested, "The plan can't keep up with the changes, let's abandon the original idea. Time is too short to eliminate all the zombies, and then make a deal. In the current situation, make the transaction immediately, then quickly leave the shelter and find other It is the best policy to hide somewhere to avoid the limelight.”
"Thank you for your suggestion, but I'll figure it out." A lazy male voice followed.
Qin Mo was completely speechless.
**
Not far from the shelter, Yuan Yuan's brows were furrowed, his back was against a large rock, the whole person felt a huge pain, and suddenly cold sweat broke out.
Her face was pale, and there was a faint smell of decay from the wound on her arm, apparently seriously injured.
"Sister, drink water." The little girl filled a clay pot with water and trotted over.
"Cough cough." Yuan Yuan coughed for a while, and then said slowly, "Don't waste your efforts. I was scratched by a zombie, and I am destined to die."
Her voice was hoarse and she spoke extremely slowly and seemed to be struggling.
"No, you will definitely get better." As she spoke, the little girl began to cry.
Yuan Yuan knew very well that the residents were keen on hunting zombies recently, and several of them were accidentally scratched, and all of them died in the end. She is also fast, it's just a matter of sooner or later.
"Shut up and listen to me seriously." She deliberately pretended to be fierce. "After you get the food, put it in your stomach as soon as possible, so as not to be robbed. Look at people first, if you don't feel like a good person ,must… "
After swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, he continued, "You must avoid it. Be careful, there are too many bad people outside."
"Sister, stop talking, take a break." The little girl cried out of breath.
Yuan Yuan said, "I just can't be happy, so I have to teach you all the knowledge in my head. Listen, and remember as much as you can. Even if you are the only one left, you have to work hard to live, you know. ?"
Then she gritted her teeth, barely pulled herself together, and continued to talk about the laws of survival in the end times.
After a while, Yuan Yuan finally finished what he wanted to say. She leaned against the rock, gasping for breath, obviously very tired.
"Drink water." The little girl brought the clay pot closer again.
This time, Yuan Yuan did not refuse.
Soon, the pot bottomed out. The little girl hurriedly stood up, "I'll go and fill up some more water, wait for me."
After speaking, he left in a hurry.
Yuan Yuan only felt that his vision was beginning to blur, his mind was buzzing, and his reason might be pulled away from his body at any time.
She smiled bitterly and muttered, "Didn't I warn you just now that there is no room for bad intentions in the last days?"
"When encountering people scratched by zombies, you must stay away from them as much as possible. Because at some point, they will become irrational monsters."
"I said a lot, how much did I remember..."
She still has her sister in mind, but Yuan Yuan is very clear that if she doesn't leave, she may lose her mind in the next second and hurt the only relative in the world with her own hands.
Struggling to stand up, Yuan Yuan staggered and headed away from the shelter.
**
In the wild, a 20-person team was scavenging zombies. They were dressed in black uniforms, and the one who fired the gun shot, and the one who threw the grenade threw the grenade, and they cooperated quite tacitly.
An old man in a white protective suit watched with interest, saying, "Hey, this is the first time I know that there are spar in the brain of a zombie, I really want to see what it is like."
"Old Jiang, you should stay away and be careful of accidental injury." Next to him, Assistant Wang, wearing black-rimmed glasses, persuaded earnestly, "You are a medical master, a treasure in the world, and you must not make any mistakes!"
"Just take a look, nothing will happen." The old man didn't listen.
Assistant Wang's persuasion was ineffective, so he had to go with him.
Who knew that Jiang Lao "huh" and said, "What is that?"
Assistant Wang looked at the situation, but found a person lying on the ground not far away.
"Someone! Protect Jiang Lao!" Assistant Wang made a decisive decision and shouted loudly.
Jiang Lao felt that the assistant was making a big fuss. But he also knew that the other party had no choice. In case something happens, the assistant is fully responsible, so he doesn't dare to neglect or neglect at all.
Hearing this, the bodyguards hula la gathered over and surrounded Jiang Lao in the very center.
Jiang Lao helplessly reminded, "Don't all surround me! Quickly send someone over to take a look and see what's going on with the man on the ground."
Someone immediately went to check, and came back to report the situation after a while, "It's a little girl, about seven or eight years old. There is a wound on her arm and it smells of decay. Her lips are blue and her face is pale, she must have been attacked by zombies."
As we all know, after being attacked by zombies, you will either die or become zombies. The man fell into a coma, one step away from death.
"You are so young, it's pitiful." Jiang Lao sighed softly. After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand, "Take it back, I just need samples for research."