The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Crash.

After returning home and closing the door, Zhang Su shook the key in his hand with a happy face: "Brother Li and his family live together, and there is more or less inventory at home. If...if there is no one at home, don't waste it. "

It’s not that I’m looking forward to Brother Li’s family being wiped out, it’s just that judging from the current situation...

Zheng Xinyu looked at the blood-stained keys, which were a little heavy. Suddenly her expression changed, and she pointed to her bedroom and said, "I forgot before, I have wet wipes there, so many wet wipes!"

"Wet wipes?" Zhang Su put the key on the shoe cabinet, looked at Zheng Xinyu and said, "Wet wipes are great. They can completely replace water to wipe the body. Why did you forget them before?"

As he spoke, he walked towards Zheng Xinyu's bedroom honestly and politely.

"Aren't I going to take on the challenge of not leaving my room and not receiving supplies for a month? For personal hygiene, I can only rely on wipes. I bought a lot of them, and there are also alcohol disinfectant wipes. They are all piled aside and I forgot to take them apart!"

Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su briskly, feeling a lot more comfortable when she thought that she could finally clean up her personal hygiene without consuming water.

People can endure hardship, but they do not seek hardship to eat, but constantly look for comfortable ways to get rid of hardship.

Soon, the two of them opened the express box. Sure enough, as Zheng Xinyu said, there were twenty large packs of ordinary wet wipes, each pack weighing eighty wipes, and there were also three hundred pieces of alcohol wipes!

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Su couldn't help laughing, and immediately opened a pack of wet wipes and took out one to wipe his bloody chin and neck.

Zheng Xinyu was also very happy. She hoped that she could improve her performance during the difficult moment. Now that she had done it, she was so happy that she took out a wet wipe to help Zhang Su wipe away the missing blood.

After Zhang Su wiped the blood clean, he wiped it again with alcohol wipes. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, at least it was a psychological comfort.

After packing it up properly, I used a total of about ten wet wipes, 1,600 wipes, which can be used for a long time.

"I'll put some water in."

After Zhang Su said this, he walked to the bathroom and threw the soiled short-sleeved T-shirt into the trash can. It was stained with zombie blood and there was no water to clean it, so it was useless. Anyway, he had plenty of such clothes, so he didn't have to worry about not having to wear them at home. , I can’t take it with me even if I want to leave.

The moment he left Zheng Xinyu's sight and walked into the bathroom, the subtitles appeared in his mind.

[Work with others to kill the zombies outside the door within one day, difficulty: C, completed, time 01:33:25]

"It turns out that you have to come out where no one can see you."

Zhang Su had previously wondered why the challenge hadn't been dealt with yet, but since there were too many things to deal with, he didn't pay much attention.

"Then what if..."

I deliberately tried my guess and planned to turn around and walk out of the bathroom, but found that I could only stand still, locked in a strange space.

"It seems I've thought too much."

At this moment, the letters faded from my mind, and a new line of subtitles appeared.

[Reward: Insight Tag*20]

"Insight tag?"

Multiplied by twenty is easy to understand. It should mean that this special ability can be used twenty times. But how should we understand the insight label?

"Boss, please explain, how to use this insight tag?"

Zhang Su tried his best to ask questions in his mind, like a primary school student who was eager for talents. Unfortunately, the screen turned and the subtitles disappeared, and a subtitle of [Insight Tag 0/20] appeared in his mind.

As always, there was no reply, and at the same time, he broke away from the time pause and returned to normal.

"It's a bit perfunctory, I understand the label, well..."

While Zhang Su was standing in the bathroom, confused, two of his employees were huddled in the Yirewen convenience store, shivering.

In the dark convenience store, Wu Lue and a young woman hid under the counter, not daring to show their anger.

As Zhang Su expected, Zhao Xue, who replaced Wu Lue on the day shift, arrived at work early as usual. It was just different from greeting the day's work with a calm smile in the past. Today, Zhao Xue limped into the convenience store with a frightened face and no shoes. Lost one.

Wu Lue, who was taking a nap, was startled awake by the sudden movement. He never thought that he was just tired of studying with the teacher, and after sleeping for a while, everything turned upside down...

Although he was weak, he was not stupid. When he saw the zombies on the street attacking and biting passers-by, he immediately lowered the rolling shutter. This convenience store, which was open even during the Chinese New Year, finally closed.

"Sister Xue, how are you?"

Zhao Xue, who was barefoot, was huddled in the corner with her ankles covered, sobbing softly and with empty eyes. These few hours felt like half a century, with the sound of car collisions, heart-rending screams, and despair. Her cry for help impacted her heart all the time.

She looked up at Wu Lue, who had only a silhouette, and asked weakly: "Yes, is there a net?"

"No……"

Wu Lue replied frustrated.

"Uh... I, I should have run home directly. I shouldn't have come to the store. My parents, uh..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Xue cried softly again.

"Fortunately you didn't do that, otherwise you would have died on the way..."

Wu Lue sighed deeply: "I tried calling the police when the network was restored just now, but I couldn't get through at all. I think the situation outside is very bad."

"Xiao Wu, what are those man-eating monsters?"

Zhao Xue sniffed and asked in a low voice.

"What else could it be? The kind of zombies played in TV series, Mad. No wonder there are more and more zombie-themed things in recent years. The co-authoring is paving the way so that when the zombie virus really breaks out, everyone will not be at a loss. .”

Wu Lue's analysis was unreasonable, but it was clear that everyone was not alert to various zombie works. .

Zhao Xue's terrible mood was calmed by Wu Lue's brain circuit. She stopped sobbing briefly and said in horror: "Is this a terrorist attack launched by other countries?"

"I don't know..." Wu Lue licked his lips and said, "No matter what the cause is, we have to find a way to protect ourselves now. Sister Xue, how are your feet? Can you walk?"

Zhao Xue rubbed the red and swollen ankle and said, "It hurts when I touch it. It's very swollen."

The thick socks protected the soles of the feet from injury, but Wei's ankle was seriously injured.

Wu Lue scratched his messy hair and said depressedly: "It would be great if Brother Su was here. He is very experienced in joint injuries. He cured my stiff neck last time..."

"Brother Su..."

Hearing Wu Lue mention Zhang Su, Zhao Xue pursed her lips slightly. The tall figure with a smile on his face appeared in his mind, and his eyes turned red.

"Yes, I remembered it. Brother Su has some traumatic medicine in the warehouse. I'll get it!"

Wu Lue suddenly said, and without waiting for Zhao Xue to respond, he walked slowly towards the warehouse, holding a pan in his arms that could give him some sense of security.