Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

Han Mo got up quickly, stopped Wei Nan by the waist from behind and dragged him away from the window.

Wei Nan didn't seem to expect that someone was approaching, he struggled reflexively, and suddenly hit his elbow backwards.Han Mo flashed past, and Wei Nan tripped over his feet with his legs hooked.

As a result, both of them lost their center of gravity at the same time and fell down together.

Fortunately, there was a soft floor underneath, so Han Mo didn't feel bad when he fell on it, and there was no damage after inspection.

He also hugged Wei Nan by the waist. Wei Nan was taller than him, and he was firmly pressed against him. If it wasn't for this body that didn't feel pain, Han Mo might be pressed to the point of vomiting blood.

When Wei Nan fell down, he didn't protect his head and face with his hands, but held onto something in his arms tightly.

He turned around and saw that the person hugging him was Han Mo, he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"What do you want, tell the truth, are you coveting my beauty?"

"I'm not interested in you, but if you really jumped off the building, there will be more than one zombie coveting you." Han Mo wiped his face and said helplessly. "No one is dying there so early in the morning."

"You can still joke. Shopkeeper, I will give this zombie a five-star review, and I will come again next time." Wei Nan patted his clothes and got up, looking very happy.

He sat back on the bed, and Han Mo saw clearly what he was holding in his hand, holding a long antenna, which looked like an old-fashioned radio.It's just that the radio seems to be pieced together from materials collected everywhere, and it looks rather curious. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is a piece of scrap iron.

"Hey, I still can't get the signal, not here, not by the window." He fiddled with the antenna, turned away a piece of plastic backboard that didn't fit in at all, and was forced to be locked, removed a few parts and adjusted its position again. Ann went back and turned the knob, but still nothing happened.

Wei Nan looked aggrieved, if it wasn't for the hard-earned assembly machine, he would have smashed it to the ground.

He stared at the radio for a while, thought for a while, and before Han Mo could speak, he strode out the door and went up the stairs.

Han Mo followed behind him, climbing up the endless iron ladder, he was going around until his head was dizzy, and he saw a safety door at the end of the stairs.

Wei Nan pushed open the hard and heavy metal door, and the sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door.

The two of them were on the roof of the top floor of the building.

From the top floor, you can see the endless blue sky, clean and clear without a cloud.But once you walk to the edge of the roof and look down, it is a completely different view.

The configuration of most of the prisons has a panoramic view, the playground is empty and overgrown with weeds.There is a tall iron barbed net erected on the outermost periphery, and there are several corpses hanging on it, which are already half-decomposed.Outside the power grid, there is an occupied area full of unknown dangers. From time to time, zombies can be seen rampant, dragging their stumps and wandering around.

After the human community has been nearly wiped out, the wildlife on the ground is not spared either.Wherever the zombies passed by, there was a dead silence, only the noise of wind blowing leaves and birds fluttering their wings.

Once a person is deprived of food and water, he will die within a week.Without regular repairs, buildings start to decay within a few years.

The walking dead infected by the virus are like an unwinding ten thousand year clock, walking on the barren land, continuing this endless nightmare.

Wei Nan seemed to be outside of this nightmare, sitting cross-legged on the ground, immersed in his own world, concentrating on tinkering with the radio.There was a lot of wind and sand on the top floor, and a layer of floating dust fell on the ground, but he didn't care at all.

Han Mo squatted aside and quietly watched him debug the machine in various ways without disturbing him.The surroundings are as quiet as a barren land that has been abandoned by the world.

Until there was a sudden loud whistling from the radio horn, the sound waves vibrating and tearing the air.

Han Mo fell back and sat on the ground, turning his head and covering one ear tightly.

"It's too ugly! Can you change the channel?" He yelled at Wei Nan.

"No change! Brother loves to hear this! No one will change it!" Wei Nan also looked shocked, but his shock was mixed with ecstasy.He stood up abruptly, hugged the radio, twirled it around, and kissed him hard.

He was not afraid of being deaf on one side, with his face pressed against the casing of the machine, while he adjusted the knob slightly with one hand.

The sharp whistling sound that almost scratched the eardrum stopped abruptly.Instead, there is a soft ticking sound.

Dip, answer - answer - answer - drop, drop...

Han Mo felt that his mind was still buzzing, and he couldn't think for a long time, and he couldn't hear anything.

He only saw Wei Nan frowning, concentrating on something, muttering words as if he was calculating something, and finally shouted at him.He clearly saw the mouth shape of the other party, and what he said was: "East!"

"To the east!" Wei Nan said.

"What's on the east side?" Han Mo finally recovered his hearing. After listening for a long time, he still only heard ticking.

"You were a soldier at any rate, can you retain some professionalism?" Wei Nan said angrily, "Code! Morse code!"

Only then did Han Mo, who hadn't used this ancient encryption system for hundreds of years, realize it.

收音机收到的长短讯号，译成摩斯电码之后就是一串数字：N24，29’31”；E120，49‘40“。

This is a map coordinate, and the marked position is to the east of them.

It is impossible for zombies to actively transmit radio signals. The person who sent the message must be a person. The most intuitive explanation is that there are crowds gathered at this coordinate, and they want to tell the rest of the survivors this message.

As for the reason behind it, at worst, this may be a distress signal, which means that the target location is in great danger.

On the bright side, this location may be a stronghold trying to rebuild the human community, trying to recruit more new blood.

In the doomsday era, drinking water, food, machinery, medicine, and clothing are all limited resources.But there is another resource that is equally scarce and valuable, and that is manpower.With enough manpower, it is possible to improve the survival rate of the group through the division of labor, otherwise it can only gradually sit back and eat and go extinct.

In any case, it is very uplifting to receive messages from other humans.

Wei Nan stood on the edge of the roof, still immersed in the joy of successfully receiving the information.His eyes extended along the road to the end, as if he had made up his mind to make some calculations.

"How long is it expected to take from this prison to the coordinate location?"

"One week at the slowest." Wei Nan rubbed his chin, "Four or five days sooner."

"Oh, when are you leaving?" Han Mo asked casually.

"It's Friday, what do you think of next week?"

"Are you kidding me!?" Han Mo was quite frightened by his answer, "Aren't you afraid of dying on the road?"

"Die here or die on the road, you choose one." Wei Nan sneered, "Severe criminals know that they want to escape from prison, but soldiers come here but refuse to leave. They still want to live and work here in peace and prosperity. ?”

It is indeed ironic that the prison, which was used to hold prisoners in peacetime and prevent criminals from escaping, has now become the most protected shelter.Those outside cannot come in, and those inside cannot get out.In order to survive, he did not hesitate to imprison himself, but the days of staying in the prison safely, I don't know how long it can last.

Han Mo could understand Wei Nan's thoughts, but this plan came too suddenly. Couldn't it be that after careful planning and evaluation, it was determined that the benefits of this trip were greater than the risks, and then decide whether to go or not?

There was a fanatical look in Wei Nan's eyes, which made Han Mo very suspicious.

Han Mo himself is a zombie, and has a special ability to regenerate and recover, but even he feels that there are dangers beyond the high walls of the prison.

As a human being, why did Wei Nan dare to leave the sanctuary so determinedly and take a trip as soon as he wants?Could it be that he has been experimenting day and night, and has developed a secret weapon that he is [-]% sure of?

There are too many unsolved mysteries about the character of Wei Nan, and there is no systematic transmission of memory, so Han Mo knows almost nothing about him.Fortunately, Wei Nan seemed to have some basic trust in him.

"Do you want to stay or come with me?" Wei Nan asked.

"Of course I'm following you." Han Mo thought to himself, not to mention the synchronization rate, but just for the consideration of the task, he must pay close attention to you, and he can't let you accidentally play off and play himself to death.

"But why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Han Mo asked back.

Wei Nan didn't answer directly, but asked thoughtfully, "Can you drive a motor vehicle?"

"meeting."

"Can you shoot? Haven't you forgotten?"

"I didn't forget."

"That's fine..." He scratched his ears, "You said before that you can cook, right?"

On the first floor of the east side of the prison, the public restaurant.

In the room that can accommodate hundreds of people, there are only broken tables and chairs left, scattered here and there, the walls and tables are covered with bullet marks, and the floor is covered with a thick layer of dust, covering up the dark brown stains.

One of the long tables that could still be called intact was erected.There are three small disposable smokeless stoves placed on the table, and the finished products are stacked together in a font, and a frying pan can be placed on it.At the other end of the long table, there are full of expired vacuum-packed heating rations.

Wei Nan got an apron from somewhere, put it on with great interest, and held a spatula in his rolled up sleeves.

Han Mo thought about it, remembered Wei Nan's dark dishes made from various foods, and calmly took the spatula from his hand.

There are various dishes for heating rations, such as chicken curry, shredded pork with fish flavor, beef stewed in red wine, diced vegetables and potatoes... There is even a pack of sweet and sour fish nuggets.Some flavors are too strong, others are bland.There were rice, water and small packets of seasoning on the side. Han Mo waved the shovel while trying it out, and made some adjustments if he felt something was wrong. Finally, several plates of dishes were served.

In Wei Nan's words, this meal was the last lunch for the two of them.Take this opportunity to eat food that is overweight and inconvenient to carry.

Then they had to set off as soon as possible to find a new place to stay.Because the stock of food has been less than a week.

The author has something to say: Thank you little baby for mine! ^w^

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This article is also known as: The Newly Married Routine of the Zombie Deacon and the Snake Spirit Disease (X

Regarding driving, I didn’t expect everyone’s tastes to be so strong... But it seems that some girls can’t accept it. In short, if one car can’t solve the problem, then drive two (digging for yourself

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In addition, a small reminder, the author Jun will manually modify the article at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the update time is still ten o'clock in the morning. Don't stray into the little cutie who is cultivating immortals. Rest early, I love you <3