Zombies don't need to rest

However, when he expressed his intention to resign to the dean.

The reply I got was: "I'm not in charge of dealing with staff resignation now. If you have anything to do, please go to the new Dean Zou Hu. He is next door."

Xiao Wang froze for a moment.

Liu Tang sat on his chair, glanced at him with an unclear smile, and said very gently, "Go quickly."

Xiao Wang got up silently and left.

In the office, Liu Tang looked at the screen in front of him, on which was Xiao Wang's information.

After watching for a while and closing the interface, Liu Tang lit a cigarette.

Turning around and squinting at the Federal Academy of Sciences outside the window, he smiled and said, "Resign at this time? It's too late."

Sure enough, Xiao Wang left the office next door within 10 minutes.

The burly dean Zou Hu said that it was the period of personnel change, and he sent Xiao Wang back without going through the resignation procedures for the time being.

Standing at the stairs, I looked at the two dean's offices with the doors closed.

Xiao Wang took a deep breath.

Trouble.

When he went downstairs, he saw Jin Mucheng was already standing at the top of the stairs.

Seeing himself, he asked blankly, "Dean Zou said you want to resign? Why?"

Xiao Wang took a deep breath and replied: "It's nothing, I'm not feeling well, and I feel that I may not be suitable for this job."

Jin Mucheng looked at him seriously and said, "I'll accompany you to the hospital."

Xiao Wang nodded helplessly.

When he turned around, he glanced at the open door with somewhat desperate eyes.

Then he looked at Jin Mucheng next to him with some expectation, hoping that he could become like yesterday again, and tell himself clearly what happened.

but.

Nothing happened.

In the basement of the New Windless Tavern.

Jiang Yang put the last box of life substances at the door, and after seeing that the spacious basement had been filled again, he clapped his hands in satisfaction and closed the door.

Walking up the stairs, the area of ​​the new Windless Tavern is much larger than before, and because it does not need to be used as a command post and equipment operation room, the interior decoration looks more like a tavern.

At this moment, Feng Wenbin's mother was standing inside the counter, counting the drinks, fuel and other liquids for the zombies.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and greeted with a smile: "Brother Yang."

Jiang Yang nodded, and took the cup she handed over.

He raised his head and took a big gulp of the red liquid inside, then squinted his eyes and looked at the empty tavern and said, "How's this place?"

Feng Wenbin's mother nodded with a smile: "It's more spacious than before, and the scenery is better than before."

Jiang Yang drank the red liquid in mouthfuls.

Feng Wenbin's mother opened a jar and handed it over, saying, "Brother Yang, try the freshly baked biscuits."

Jiang Yang reached out and squeezed a bear biscuit and threw it into his mouth.

The over-hard biscuit was just right for him, and the crunchy crunch made him feel good.

Seeing his satisfaction, Feng Wenbin's mother smiled and said: "Miss Xiao Zhong is in good condition these days, and she has learned very quickly from Li Bing and the others. It's just that I haven't seen you for a while, and I feel panicked and sleep in the middle of the night. Sometimes I talk in my sleep."

Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you say?"

Feng Wenbin's mother sat on a chair inside the counter and replied with a smile: "If you say you want to be with the boss, you can do whatever the boss does to her."

Jiang Yang shook his head: "This child is too traumatized."

Feng Wenbin's mother smiled and said: "After all, I'm still a child. After such a big change, it's good to keep it like this. When I have time, I will bring her here?"

Jiang Yang looked at the new Wufeng Tavern that was about to open and said: "Take her to the tavern to stay with you for a few days first, the child still has important tasks behind, but it's not yet time, let her go before that." Just keep the status quo.”

Feng Wenbin's mother nodded: "The job assigned to her this time will take about one and a half months to complete. Let her come to the store to sell biscuits when the time comes."

Jiang Yang agreed.

And at this moment, his mobile phone rang suddenly.

Seeing the empty call notification, he frowned and pressed answer.

Seeing this scene, Feng Wenbin's mother smiled and turned away from the counter to check the tables, chairs and benches.

Jiang Yang sat on the chair by the counter, listening to the voice from the other side of the phone:

"Hospitals, banks, and schools in Base City No. [-], including management agencies at all levels and government agencies, are all blocked, network signals are isolated, communication signals are monitored, all monitoring systems on the streets are activated, and all equipment with radio functions It was also forced to open."

"The satellite signal has not been interrupted for the time being, but it has also encountered strong interference. Now there are many men in black who don't know where they come from on the street and are taking over the traffic command."

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes and turned on the TV next to him, but there was no special news on it.

Looking at the news homepage on the computer again, there was no mention of any news.

The voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became intermittent because of the interference: "Currently...the entrance and exit passages are still open...not closed, no one has noticed...these abnormalities, I apply...to stay and continue to monitor the situation here. "

Jiang Yang thought for a while and said, "Be careful yourself. If you encounter a problem that you can't solve, just call me directly. The windless satellite will leave a channel for you alone."

"clear."

After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Yang sat quietly on the chair and drank the whole glass of red liquid with his head raised.

At the same time, the streets and alleys of Base City No. [-] have been controlled by the men in black.

When no one knows.

The entire base city has been completely blocked.

146 What happened?

For a long time, compared to other base cities in the Federation, people living in Base City No. [-] always carried an inexplicable arrogance.

As the power center of the entire Federation, it has completely passed the Dark Ages and experienced more than 200 years of catastrophic history. Based on this, it has expanded four large-scale satellite cities, and then radiated to the entire Federation. Six base cities, affecting super cities all over the world.

Base City No. [-] does have the capital to be proud of.

But this doesn't mean that the people in Base City No. [-] are fundamentally different from the people in other places.

The success of the fourth-generation genetic modification medicine has spread to all people in the Federation. Even the vast majority of the people in Base City [-] are new humans who have been injected with the fourth-generation genetic modification medicine.

But almost everyone who lives here knows it.

Beside him, there are some "special" new human beings.

Therefore, they didn't have any doubts when they saw many inexplicable men in black appearing on the street.

Especially after seeing that these people did not interfere with their normal life, they even accepted the existence of these people in just a few minutes.

"Where is this place? This is Base City No. [-], the home of the Chairman. Will we be in danger with his old man here? Impossible."

In such thoughts, everyone didn't care about the abnormalities around them.

For example, a mobile phone that is still in a call state when it is turned off.

For example, the monitoring lights on the streets are ubiquitous.

Another example: a sudden short network delay.

In the ninth district, the zombies from the network technology team frowned and said: "The network of the entire base city of No. [-] has been taken over. Although it seems that it is still connected to the federal network, in fact, all messages are transmitted through the network first. A certain system, and then synchronized to both parties.”

He used a very vivid metaphor: "A layer of invisible, like a cell membrane, which wraps the entire network of Base City [-], information that has been reviewed and screened can be transmitted inside and outside the membrane, but in fact , only messages that pass the screening can be delivered, and other messages are invisible to both parties.”

Some zombies subconsciously asked: "So can the people inside use a ladder to connect to the outside network?"

"I don't think it's possible," said the head.

Looking at Jiang Yang's puzzled eyes, he said in a deep voice: "This is not a shielding achieved through network technology, but a simple, physical shielding. On a device with a screening function, and then connected to the entire federal network."

Jiang Yang nodded: "What if the message is sent through the wireless network in the nearby base city?"

The zombies in the technical group continued to shake their heads and said, "I've already asked our people in Base City No. [-] and Base City [-] to try it. The wireless communication network of Base City No. [-] is in a semi-shielded state."

Jiang Yang stroked his chin and asked, "What is a semi-shielded state?"

The zombie in the technical team clicked on a picture and sent it to the big screen, saying: "It's still the one I said before, an invisible membrane, this thing physically covers the entire city of Base One, outside The signal from the inside cannot get in, and the signal inside cannot come out, but with the help of some equipment I don’t know what it is, he is now screening the information on both sides, and then selectively allowing them to pass through.”

Jiang Yang ate a biscuit and said, "So the people inside can't realize that they are blocked?"

The zombie nodded: "It's hard to detect, and now no one knows what their screening criteria are, or even whether they have screened. We have no one over there, and there is no way to do this kind of experiment." .”

With a crisp chewing sound, Jiang Yang said calmly, "Unless there is a huge explosion of public opinion at this time, such as a focal event that will inevitably arouse social attention and discussion?"

The zombie froze for a moment and then said with some doubts: "But we can't see the news inside, even if we encounter this situation, if no one compares and cooperates with us, there is no way to find out what kind of comments this thing is screening. "

Jiang Yang raised his head and drank the red liquid in the cup and said: "I see, please keep an eye on the situation over there. With such a large-scale blockade, this guy has nothing to hold back."

Putting down the empty cup in his hand, Jiang Yang looked at the island outside the tavern expressionlessly and said, "Construct as soon as possible. Even if something unexpected happens, our home must be built before then."

The zombies nodded, and Jiang Yang walked out of the New Windless Tavern first.

At the moment, there are about [-] zombies active on Sun Island.

They are all of Wufeng's own people, and they are completing the first phase of the task according to the drawings and plans.

Just when Jiang Yang started working with the zombies.

In the school in No. [-] Base City, the young boy yawned, then squinted his eyes and looked at the teacher on the stage, and secretly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the table.

A chat group with only a hundred people is not considered lively, and occasionally someone will share some articles and link in.

In the past month or so, he has known many people in the group, so after seeing what they shared, he clicked on the link without hesitation.

The first to appear was a piece of news.

The above said that the zombie autonomous Ninth District signed a contract with the NO.11 base city not long ago, and began to be responsible for the recycling of scrap metal in the entire NO.11 base city.

At the same time, the energy plant in the Ninth District has also started to go into operation stably. So far, two orders have been completed. The first one is the energy card needed by the Ninth District's own metal recycling factory.

The second order is for NO.11 Base City Agricultural Corporation.

They purchased a batch of miniaturized energy cards from energy plants for the production of agricultural equipment.

And the order for the production of agricultural equipment was finally handed over to a newly established machinery manufacturing factory in the ninth district.

It can be said that the ninth district and No.11 base city are getting along very well at present, and the contradictions and confrontations caused by the autonomy of zombies have not occurred at all as people imagined.

There were even people from No. 11 Base City who said on the Internet before that a large number of zombie taverns have been built in the entire Ninth District, and the number even exceeds the previous Ninth Street District.

And some people are trying to open Internet cafes in the ninth district.

Although the newcomers don't understand why the zombies are so interested in this kind of thing where everyone sits together and plays with the computer, it is undeniable that the business is really good.

The boy frowned at the news, and typed angrily in the group: "If they don't have autonomy, they can be forced to work by force without paying any compensation."

"Now these poor new humans and the pathetic No.11 base city government actually want to negotiate with them, and they need to use the taxes paid by countless people to buy their products, and even serve them as a job. It's funny."

He didn't know that such remarks made a middle-aged man who hid in a dark room and operated 99 accounts by himself grin from ear to ear.

At this moment, the boy who was filled with righteous indignation quickly typed: "Our bodies are not dominant, but I believe that we can defeat zombies and survive in the dark age, which proves that human intelligence must surpass zombies. We need more armor and more armor. More weapons, let these zombies go back to their factories obediently."

What he said was so passionate that he wished he could look up to the sky and scream.

But thinking that he was still in class, he just calmly raised his head and glanced at the teacher and the students around him.

Seeing them still trying to explain the question types that he knew at a glance, at this moment he suddenly felt that he was different from these ordinary people.

These people never think about the future of mankind, and never care about the pressure and helplessness that the Federation has come to today.

They have not considered the fundamental source of the status quo of the Federation, and sometimes they even complain that the Prime Minister's policy of focusing on military affairs is wrong.

There was also the teacher on the stage. He also closed the door and said quietly during an evening self-study that the Federation should not sell weapons to ordinary people.

The boy silently shook his head.

Don't blame them.

These people have lived in a stable and peaceful city for a long time, and they have never even been to the streets where zombies live, so they have no idea what kind of terrifying enemies live beside them.