Chapter 2 Ability to Live

There is no movement in the grain processing factory. It is as silent as death. Although I don't know what's going on, as long as I think about it, I know that it must be a zombie who bit the person to death. Even Li Chunyuan outside the factory can faintly smell the strong smell of blood.

Maybe the world is already in chaos? Li Chunyuan tightened some thin cotton-padded clothes, clenched the knife in his hand, thought about it, took the bundle of rope, slowly walked on the flat field, and left the grain processing factory. Revenge? There is no need to report it after a while. Is this a divine punishment?

There was an extraordinary silence along the way. Li Chunyuan didn't seem to have a goal, but walked slowly. His home is gone. Where is he going? Li Chunyuan didn't have an answer. He just didn't want to leave this place too far, but he didn't want to leave this place. It seems that when you stay here, your parents' spirits in heaven can see you, and there is a kind of comfort in your heart.

Li Chunyuan had no hope of living. He nervously pulled the corners of his mouth, and he showed a reluctant smile: "Doomsday? For me, the end has come a long time ago! The end of my family, the end of my life, the end of my life, what's the difference between one day earlier and one day later?

Two or three miles ahead, there are several residential communities in the suburbs. Li Chunyuan looked up and saw some shadowy people standing on the road, as if they were sleepwalking. That's also a zombie! Li Chunyuan was finally able to affirm that the world has changed. The biochemical crisis, zombies out of the city are no longer science fiction and illusion. I'm afraid that these things can be seen everywhere in the future.

Li Chunyuan can't say that he is afraid or not. Even if he feels like this, it doesn't matter. Originally, I planned to find a place to live here, but now it doesn't look like a good place. A cold wind blew by, and Li Chunyuan's mind was clear. Somehow, a force gushed out of his heart. He touched his face silently, and he understood that he didn't want to die yet.

Yes, he doesn't want to die yet. Even if he becomes a homeless dog, even if the world becomes the end of the world and it seems that there is no hope, he still doesn't want to die. So, let's survive, without those extravagant ideals and hopes, just to live.

"My mother, what's going on outside?" Someone shouted in the dark night. Then there was a dull roar accompanied by a scream, "Are you crazy? Hey, hey, hey, you bit me? Ah!!!!" Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Li Chunyuan faintly heard the scream and frowned slightly: There are only two options to find a place to live, a residential community and a grain processing factory.

Compared with the population of grain processing factories there, the population in residential communities is too much, and there is undoubtedly the highest priority for grain processing plants to find surviving food.

Although there are many people who have become zombies in residential communities, most of them are still isolated in the room. It is not harmful to become zombies. The zombies outside are also sparse. Although they are likely to gather, it is easy to escape. And there are only 100 people in the grain processing factory, and they are on the night shift, and there must be no more than 50 people. The number of dozens of people is a little large, and they are gathered together, so it is much more dangerous.

Li Chunyuan thought for a moment, turned around and walked to the grain processing factory. You may be safe for a while in a residential community, but how to solve the survival problem next? Survival requires food, how to solve it by yourself? No normal house can have food for more than half a month, and only food processing plants can solve this problem.

In addition, the zombies came out of the cage, and the water and power outage must be very fast. Small factories often have their own generators, and grain processing factories must also have them. Although Li Chunyuan doesn't know what he can do with electricity, he always feels better than nothing. No matter how many life-related water resources are, it is only possible to find a place to store a large amount of water in the grain processing plant, which is also the way he can choose to live as long as possible.

After walking for a while, Li Chunyuan carried the bundle of rope and came to the place where the zombie had just been killed with a short knife. The body was still lying there, twisting its neck strangely, and its head had been cut off by Li Chunyuan. The grain processing factory is dead and separated by a wall. There is a dead city inside, but there is a green wheat field outside, which is really a strange sense of contradiction.

Li Chunyuan sat down against the wall, gently touched his forehead, and couldn't help taking a breath. In the palm of his hand, he didn't know when a layer of sweat came out. It was cold, just like ice just taken out of the refrigerator. Gently wiped the sweat on his trousers, and Li Chunyuan habitually put his hand on his forehead, ready to find a way to deal with the hundred zombies inside.

"Sy~~~~!" Li Chunyuan was half surprised and half strangely held his right hand on his forehead.

No, this is not an illusion. Although it is early winter, the chill is not what the palm of the hand should have. It should never be so cold. Li Chunyuan held the two hands together. In contrast, the difference was obvious. The slight heat of the left hand, but the palm of the right hand is almost like ice, cold.

"What's going on?" Could it be that I was accidentally touched by the zombie just now? Li Chunyuan carefully checked himself and went back to his body. Except for the blood splashed on his trousers and hands, there was indeed no wound. Does it even count as splashing blood? Besides, this is not a sign of becoming a zombie, is it?

Carefully feeling his palm and putting his mind on his right hand, Li Chunyuan suddenly felt the cold feeling. As if my hands were immersed in the cold well water in summer, I only felt a kind of comfort, which did not mean cold at all.

The cool feeling is only in the palms and wrists, and the arms are not up. Li Chunyuan was stunned and didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. When he pressed his left hand on the palm of his right hand, he clearly felt a chilling coldness. Why did his right hand feel comfortable instead?

Holding the two hands together, Li Chunyuan rubbed and rubbed them up, trying to remove the inexplicable feeling on his right hand. However, after rubbing for a long time, my left hand got cold first, just like holding the ice, and the frozen left palm was faintly painful.

"What the hell is going on?" Li Chunyuan muttered to himself for the second time. Today's thing is really strange. First of all, the legendary zombies appeared. Why did this inexplicable change appear in myself? The right hand seems to have a frozen power? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Li Chunyuan can't grasp it at all.

frowned and thought for a moment. Li Chunyuan got up and walked to the field, scratched the soil under a mass of wheat seedlings a few times, grabbed a mass of moist soil, and then grabbed it in his right hand. With a force on his hand, the cold feeling of his right hand suddenly fluctuated slightly, as if responding to his own movements.

Li Chunyuan let go of his hand, looked at the soil carefully, and found that there was already a slight frost on it, which became like a stone. Just for a moment, the soft soil was turned into a hard frozen earth by Li Chunyuan's right hand!

Li Chunyuan put his right hand on his forehead with some understanding, and a cold breath made him calmer: So that's it. Is this my own ability? Maybe it's better to clean up the grain processing factory by yourself? What can this ability do? If there is water, a pile of sharp ice thorns on the ground must work well.

Li Chunyuan looked around. There were no buildings or water sources except this grain processing factory. He couldn't find a place to use his own ability. He simply sat down and thought about how to clean up the walking dead of those grain processing factories.

Li Chunyuan's family was originally half-worker and half-agrisoner, but the land of this grain processing factory was originally dispensable. But he doesn't have to think about it and know what's going on. His father is a converted soldier with a straight and hard temper. If someone threatens him, he must have to do it. And Huang Laosan is a ruffian hooligan, and his usual trick is intimidation. The cause and effect of this matter do not need Li Chunyuan to investigate at all, so he understands.

Shaking his head and sweeping these annoying things out of his mind, Li Chunyuan remembered his original understanding of those zombies in movies and novels: the hearing is very sensitive, the vision is very poor, and the sense of smell is sensitive, and some are very poor. But there is no doubt that the speed of zombies in all film novels is relatively slow, and their strength exceeds that of normal people.

When the things in the book become a reality, there is always a faint sense of absurdity. Li Chunyuan didn't know whether those books were right or not, so he stood up again with a breath of enthusiasm. There is no way to sit here to understand the situation. He has to go to the front door of the grain processing factory to have a look.

Li Chunyuan slowly bypassed a wall and looked at the door of the grain processing factory. The door was quiet, with neither zombies wandering nor trace of human beings, as if nothing had happened. This is just the side. Li Chunyuan really wants to touch the front of the gate and see how it is in the factory.

But he did not act immediately, but slowly walked around an angle and walked more than 20 meters away from the gate of the factory. The night had not yet passed. At this time, the moon was still high. Li Chunyuan took advantage of the moonlight to observe the situation of the gate of the grain processing factory.

The dark green door of steel is tightly closed, and the small door next to it also seems to be closed. Li Chunyuan frowned more tightly: "Although it is safe, how can I know the situation here? There are glass bales around the wall, and you can't turn it in. Is there nothing you can do?

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