Chapter 3 Cleaning

I walked slowly a few meters towards the iron gate, but I still couldn't see anything. Li Chunyuan was silent in his heart. He slowly stepped forward on tiptoe. He was only a step away from the dark green gate before he stopped and looked inside through the gap between the gate and the small door.

The light in the grain processing factory has not been extinguished. All Li Chunyuan can see is the light of the communication room at the door, which is only three or four meters away from him. There is a dark red blood stain under the light. I don't know if it's because it's cold and dries quickly or because it's the blood of zombies. I glanced through the cracks, and there was no one under the light. The orange light felt a little dim, as if there was a fierce ghost to appear.

Li Chunyuan's face was calm, and he was not panicked. He calmed down and took a step forward quietly, gently affixing his palm to the small door for passage. With a little effort, the iron door shook, and Li Chunyuan suddenly felt much more relaxed: Fortunately, the door was not locked, but falsely covered.

Understand this, Li Chunyuan is also aware of his opportunity, which is also a challenge. It is roughly estimated that there should be dozens of zombies in this factory. Li Chunyuan wanted to rush into the factory to kill them, so he was crazy about it, but if he released them in a planned way and dispersed on this vast field, Li Chunyuan's chance of winning would be much higher.

Although he has a rope and a short knife, he must deal with the tenacious zombies one by one, and he must first plan and prepare for traps.

Quietly retreating dozens of meters away, Li Chunyuan did not feel that the zombie in front of him was a difficult thing, but more resolute. Any animal, as long as it gives human enough tools, can only die obediently, and in Li Chunyuan's eyes, the zombies in the grain processing factory are just a group of powerful mad dogs.

With a cold and stiff smile, Li Chunyuan shouted at this dead grain processing factory dozens of meters away: "Ha!" Suddenly, the whole grain processing factory was in turmoil, jingling into a piece. I don't know what the zombies inside hit, maybe the door or the window, and then there was a low roar like a beast. The small door of the gate was also jingling, and the closed door was hit several times and even had a tendency to open.

Sure enough, it's very ** for the sound. Li Chunyuan made a conclusion in his heart, and went around to the back of the door of the grain processing factory. He shouted a few times, and then jingled again. Li Chunyuan was not in a hurry. He deliberately shouted twice and tried to gather the zombies that could move in the factory there. Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo, all the movable zombies in the factory gathered in this wall, making a sound like a hound gasping sound. With this sound, Li Chunyuan clearly smelled a disgusting smell.

Li Chunyuan shouted twice more, and then walked away quickly. Within a few minutes, he ran to the front of the door, pushed open the empty door with his hand, and then flashed aside. With a gentle "squeak", the door opened, and then we watched the performance of the zombies.

Although Li Chunyuan was not afraid of these zombies, he knew his weight better. He had to do everything according to his ability. After opening the door, he ran out hundreds of meters in one breath before stopping. Maybe it was the "squeak" of opening the door, or the rapid footsteps of Li Chunyuan. In short, when Li Chunyuan stopped and looked back a few hundred meters away, several zombies had already poked out of the door of the grain processing factory.

Very good, that's it. Only when they are scattered can they hope to defeat them individually. Li Chunyuan clenched his fist and looked around. There was a necessary condition. So how to set a trap next? There are no highlands or rivers in this place, but only a two-meter-wide ditch for farm irrigation on the roadside, in which there is still very little water.

Li Chunyuan looked at the gate of the grain processing factory again. There were already more than a dozen zombies wandering there. It should be too late. His physical strength was almost tossed out in the middle of the night. He had to quickly solve the problem of this group of zombies and went to eat early in the processing factory.

Li Chunyuan thought for a moment, but still went to the edge of the ditch and put his cold right hand into the water. Just like a fish in the water, Li Chunyuan suddenly understood what he should do. He thought about what he needed in his mind, pinched his palm hard in the water, and then grabbed a ball of things and left the water. In his hand was a cold cone, completely made of ice.

There is also a trap. Li Chunyuan took a breath and silently looked at the zombie hundreds of meters away: I will send you to rest tonight.

After preparing for more than half an hour and using up all the water in the ditch, Li Chunyuan finally stood on the south bank of the ditch and shouted at the group of zombies hundreds of meters away: "Ha!" The group of zombies were really very ** to the sound. At present, five or six zombies ran in the direction of Li Chunyuan in strange postures, and the rest of the zombies slowly dragged their feet with a muffled roar. Not only that, more than a dozen zombies came out of the factory, and also followed them.

Li Chunyuan estimated that there were about 30 zombies, which was estimated to be all the zombies in the grain processing factory that could wander outside. The rest of the accountants, directors and other people with offices could not get out if they became zombies. At present, the six zombies soon opened a distance of 100 meters from the rest of the zombies, and came to Li Chunyuan, only a two-meter-long ditch from Li Chunyuan.

Then they rolled into the ditch more than one meter high and spread it under the ditch. It was a sharp ice cone, which flashed with a slight cold light in the moonlight and nailed them firmly to the ground. Poo! Poo! Black blood flowed out, and the six zombies struggled.

Li Chunyuan exhaled a breath, and a weapon appeared in his right hand. It was not the original short knife, but a long gun made of ice, which he had just made. When the long gun was held in his hand, the ice creams that should be fragile somehow felt like hard steel, and it seemed to have become a part of his right hand.

The ice spear turned backwards, stabbed the zombies more than ten times, and pierced the heads of the six struggling zombies. Then Li Chunyuan gasped and put away the long gun. The long gun was not damaged at all. It was not like ice and more like a magic blade. To calm down, Li Chunyuan took a look at the zombies behind him, and there were more than 20. He quietly stepped forward, picked up a stone and threw it in the other direction of the front batch.

"Papa" sounded slightly beside the zombies. The group of zombies suddenly stopped. Li Chunyuan threw out a stone again, and another "pop" group of zombies suddenly looked back and forth in that direction. Sure enough, not only is there no wisdom, but even vision is not good.

In this case, Li Chunyuan is not going to pester with them. He threw out more than a dozen stones, disrupted the direction of the zombies moving towards him, and then bypassed the zombies from dozens of meters away with the cold gun in his right hand. Li Chunyuan was relieved after carefully bypassing hundreds of meters. He ran all the way back to the grain processing factory and carefully stepped into this grain processing factory without a sound with a long spear.

First of all, the communication room, and the door was also closed. Li Chunyuan poked the door with a long gun, and there was no movement inside. After a careful search, there was a bed with complete bedding, a set of tableware, half a box of instant noodles, and a baton, which were all used by Li Chunyuan.

He turned around and plugged in the small door of the grain processing factory. With a bang, the whole factory began to jingle again. Li Chunyuan quickly walked into the communication room and closed the door to observe the movement outside. After a long time, no zombies came over. Li Chunyuan finally confirmed that the zombies who could move freely were locked out by himself.

I picked up the kettle, and the water in it was still full. Li Chunyuan didn't care so much. He was busy all night, and his physical energy and even his brain were overloaded. He was really sleepy, tired and hungry. He took the set and soaked two packs of instant noodles with soup and water. Only then did he feel a little full and ate another bag. Only then was he satisfied. He didn't care about cleaning up the zombies locked in the house in the factory. Li Chunyuan spread out the bedding and fell asleep.

I don't know how long he slept. When Li Chunyuan woke up again, the sky was already bright, his whole body was sore, his head was swollen, and he was slightly tingling. This is not a good omen. In fact, yesterday's activity is not very intense. Why does the body feel unseverable? It is obviously related to the ability you have acquired.

With a grunt in his stomach, he hinted that Li Chunyuan was hungry again. He ate three packs of instant noodles like at night and drank another glass of water. Only then did Li Chunyuan regain his spirit and physical strength. Looking at the watch on the wall: It was past 12 noon the next day. What happened last night was like a dream. If Li Chunyuan hadn't been sleeping in this communication room of more than ten square meters now, he would have thought it was a dream.

Overnight, my enemy seemed to be dead; overnight, the world changed; overnight, I had the legendary special function, which could turn water into ice; overnight, I also began to kill.

Is this kind of life what you want? Li Chunyuan didn't know. However, compared with the original, this life is at least good. Because I am becoming stronger, this is not an empty imagination. When I held the ice gun yesterday, my arms were calm and powerful, and the gun was extremely sharp. It was a feeling that I had never felt for so many years. This is the strength, the strength of the body and the strength of the soul. Moreover, Li Chunyuan knew that as long as he lived, he could become stronger.

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