Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 193 Bloodthirsty Rats and Wanderers

Qi Lin dragged the three big sacks to an uninhabited tunnel nearly two kilometers away from the residence. This is a dead end. Although there are several rooms on both sides of the tunnel, the owners of these rooms are either dead or dead. Moved away from here, here is now a dead silence, empty, even the few airtight doors have not been tightly closed.

"It's really a good place to throw the corpse." Qi Lin said to himself under the breathing mask, and pushed open the innermost airtight door.

"Squeak!"

Two red lights flashed in the darkness, and Qi Lin, who has dark vision, could see clearly that it was a bloodthirsty mouse the size of a wild cat. As for which pipe it got in from, it was unknown. up.

Let go of the sack with his right hand, and quickly took out a small knife from his pocket and stood it in front of him. The bloodthirsty rat that jumped at Qi Lin's throat seemed to be hitting the knife point on purpose, and was penetrated by the knife all at once. body.

"Zhi-zhi-zhi-" A miserable scream came immediately, and Qi Lin threw the frantically struggling bloodthirsty rat to the ground, and crushed its head with one foot.

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The specifications of this room are almost exactly the same as Qi Lin's own residence, but the things are already in a mess. Except for a collapsed folding bed and a dusty game cabin like a coffin, there is almost nothing in the room. , there were many empty synthetic food packaging bags discarded in a mess in the corner. Judging from the food ratio of the original owner of the room, this should be a low-level poor living on the shelter's subsistence allowance.

The hatch of the game cabin was open, and there lay a fairly complete skeleton inside. Judging from the several gnaw marks on the skeleton and the mouse feces everywhere in the game cabin, the flesh and blood on the corpse, It is estimated that most of it went into the stomach of that bloodthirsty rat, no wonder that bloodthirsty rat was several laps fatter than its normal kind.

Qi Lin suddenly regretted a little. If he didn't kill the bloodthirsty rat just now, he probably could have used it as a good helper to deal with the corpse. Otherwise, in the low-temperature environment of the shelter, the corpse would naturally rot. several months.

He piled three big sacks to the corner, and Qi Lin poured a bottle of water on top of it—the humid environment can make the sacks covered with fungus and moss, and it can also block some wanderers passing by who want to The desire to probe the three bodies.

Although there are not many such wanderers in the refuge, they do exist. Some of them are "ghosts" who escaped from the residence after being eliminated from the game, and some are poor people who are lazy but want to obtain material comforts. Those leftovers found in abandoned rooms live, and occasionally do some petty theft or burglary.

After finishing all this, Qi Lin walked out of this room, but just bumped into a sneaky figure coming out of the room opposite the door.

The man was wearing a dilapidated and dirty cotton-padded jacket with an equally dirty shoulder bag tied around his waist. His trousers were stained with mud and the original color could no longer be discerned. The boots made of artificial leather had a hole in them. , a completely deformed toe was exposed from it.

He was still wearing an earthen respirator made of a plastic funnel and rags on his face, his greasy hair was stuck together in a tangle, and Qi Lin, who had excellent eyesight in the dark, could even see tiny beige parasites Worms crawled in and out of each other's hair.

It's a rogue!
Qi Lin was stunned for a moment, and the other party also quickly discovered his existence. After the initial surprise, the man immediately took out half a piece of rusty metal from his body, but the edges were polished very sharply. It looked like the lid had been pulled off a can.

"who are you?"

The man took a step forward and blocked Qi Lin in this dead end. A hoarse and rough voice came from under his breathing mask.

"Just passing by." Qi Lin replied with a sullen face. He first had to figure out whether the other party was just searching for supplies here, or he was occupying a magpie's nest and taking a certain empty room as his foothold.

"This is my territory, take out your food and water—and, clothes and breathing mask, I can let you go—" the man said viciously, and at the same time waved the gun in his hand demonstratively. Metal sheets.

"It seems to be the latter possibility...it's more troublesome..." Qi Lin thought to himself, if the other party lives here for a long time, then it is very likely that he will become a clue for the red shirt to help find him. , can not stay.

It's not that Qi Lin is too cruel, it's just that most of the time, if he is not cruel to others, he is cruel to himself-he doesn't mind being kind when he is safe, but he never minds taking certain actions when there is a threat. some extreme choices.

"Hurry up! Or I'll be rude!"

The man noticed that Qi Lin didn't have a weapon in his hand, and his tone became tougher, and he took a step closer to Qi Lin.

"I'm sorry." As soon as Qi Lin finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated and rushed in front of him. First, he used his arm to block the opponent's right hand holding the metal plate, then raised his right knee high, and slammed into the wandering on the chest of the victim!
After being hit so hard, the wanderer's chest was sunken all of a sudden, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken. However, Qi Lin's offensive was not over yet. Three quick knee bumps!

When Qi Lin let go of his hand, the man was no longer breathing, and black blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and he slid slowly down against the tunnel wall.

Dragging the body of the wanderer into the room, Qi Lin threw him beside the three big sacks, and then searched all the rooms in this dead end.

Except for the room where the wanderer lives, there are no traces of people's recent life in the other rooms. Even the wanderer's room is nothing more than a dirty bedding and some tattered cooking utensils.

When leaving the tunnel, Qi Lin looked up again. There was a small camera on the top of the tunnel, but the working indicator light of the camera was dark.

In the early years, in order to facilitate management, a camera was installed every few sections of the refuge tunnel, but later, because the rebels often destroyed the camera, it was troublesome to maintain, and coupled with the shortage of power resources, these cameras were all used. The refuge was officially abandoned and disabled, so Qi Lin was not worried that his actions would be captured by the camera.

After a few laps in the intricate tunnels, and went to the trading market to buy some daily necessities, Qi Lin returned to his residence in a leisurely manner.

(End of this chapter)