Zombies don't need to rest

Last night instead of going to the zombie living area, he went to the tavern in the old town, hoping to see if he could find some secrets about that thing there.

But the tavern was just operating normally throughout the night, and nothing special happened, and after he sneaked into the background, he didn't find anything special.

He didn't leave until dawn.

The tavern didn't look anything out of the ordinary.

So he could only suspect that someone in the chat group he joined arranged all of this.

At the beginning, he didn't understand why the other party did this.

But after thinking about it for a few days, he suddenly had a guess.

Perhaps these people, like themselves, are working hard to put the zombies back in the cage, so that the Federation can get rid of these threats and start to develop in an all-round way.

So now they are not talking, it must be because they are also busy.

Just like myself.

And the reason why they were so active a few days ago was just because they were on vacation.

Now that the new year is over, the federal gun stores are fully open, and human beings have begun to gain the ability to protect themselves, so they should also start to take action to completely eliminate the threat of zombies.

The boy suddenly had a sense of mission.

I just got this thing now, and there are still many new abilities that I haven't discovered, and my ability to perform tasks is not enough.

So in order to mature as soon as possible, I have to speed up and try to help them.

Or, be the one to take out the zombie menace once and for all!

The class bell rang again, and the boy put away his phone.

This is the last class for today.

The head teacher first talked about someone smoking in the bathroom during the break just now.

Then he said that he hoped that people who smoked would voluntarily admit it before they were found by surveillance, and then they began to attend classes.

The boy shrugged indifferently and took out his notebook again.

He used shielding when going in and out of the bathroom, and he couldn't find himself in the final video.

Opening the notebook, he frowned and wrote down his next plan.

Dad will go home to rest for two days tonight, and he will go out the next morning to continue driving to deliver goods, so in order to prevent being discovered by his family, he should not go out for the next two days.

And now there are no new humans active in the zombie living area, and I don't know how to distinguish different levels of zombies.

So in the next two days, I will find a way to further collect information on the zombies, so as to prepare for the action the day after tomorrow.

The night after tomorrow, I will find a way to go deep into the zombie living area again.

Eliminate those new human traitors who are unwilling to leave the zombie living area until now!

After writing the plan and closing the notebook, the boy felt the gaze from the front row.

But he didn't look at the girl, but looked at the table in front of him blankly.

When he did it for the first time, he wanted to persuade the old man to change his mind and help him deal with the zombies.

But that guy refused, and laughed loudly at himself for being naive, insulting himself for listening to rumors that came from nowhere, and didn't understand the actual situation at all.

So he couldn't hold back, and "taught" the opponent.

The second time was on the rooftop, and the same was true for the small vendor who had just arrived in the zombie living area for a few days.

But with the previous experience, the boy tortured the other party severely, and tortured him to find out a lot of detailed information about the zombies.

At the beginning, the small trader said that the zombies just looked indifferent, but they actually had their own personalities just like humans, and quite a few of them could communicate normally and conduct business normally.

But when he became scarred, he began to blame the horror of the zombies, saying that their red eyes would always look at him like food.

After saying this, the other party begged himself to spare his life.

The boy who had collected the "criminal evidence" agreed, and disappeared into the night with his notebook.

Looking at the news later, the guy died on the rooftop as expected, and the police also took away a zombie for investigation.

The boy snorted coldly. Sure enough, as the group said, although zombies can sometimes restrain the idea of ​​eating people, as long as there is a smell of blood, they will lose control.

Thinking of this, he strengthened his judgment even more.

But what he didn't know was that the girl sitting in the front row was secretly worried, because when she bumped into the boy's arms just now, she smelled a faint smell of smoke.

Looking back at the boy behind him again, is he smoking?

why?

Is it something that happened to him recently?

Concerned about the boy, she didn't even bother to attend class, so she stayed up until the bell rang for the end of school.

Seeing the teacher in charge leave, he immediately stood up and walked to the boy's desk with courage.

Because there is no plan to carry out operations tonight, the boy was slowly packing his schoolbag and preparing to go home, when he saw her coming over and frowning, he asked, "What's the matter?"

The girl looked around at her classmates and whispered, "Are you doing something tonight?"

*【^{

The boy looked at her with a frown, thought for a while and said, "It's nothing."

The girl said nervously, "Then can I go home with you?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders: "If you don't mind going too far, I don't care."

Seeing the girl happily going back to pack her schoolbag, he twitched his lips.

What a boring plot.

Soon, the two of them left the classroom slowly after almost all their classmates had left.

The girl carefully looked at him with her schoolbag on her back, and whispered when there was no one around: "It feels like you have changed recently."

The boy turned his head and looked at her calmly and said, "Maybe."

The girl froze for a moment, then changed the subject and talked about what happened at school in the past few days, while the boy just responded in a mixed way.

After a while, the awkward conversation made the girl not know how to continue for a while.

She bit her lip lightly and said in a very weak voice, "Which school do you want to go to?"

The boy squinted his eyes at an old man who was talking on the side of the road, and replied casually: "Let's go to Federal University."

After walking a little, he heard the old man saying to the people around him: "Don't worry, the zombies are only facially paralyzed due to physical reasons, but in fact their emotions are as rich as humans."

"They also have their own thoughts and feelings, as long as they are treated equally, they will not hurt you for no reason, yes."

"It is true that a small number of zombies have the idea of ​​eating people, but that is only a minority, just like there are potential perverted murderers among humans, most of the zombies are still good."

The boy stared at the old man who spoke.

The girl next to her didn't care about that, she was silent because of the boy's answer at the moment.

In the school where the two belonged, no more than three students could be admitted to the Federal University every year, most of the time there was only one, and in some years there was not even one.

There is no way, as the school with the longest history, the most comprehensive disciplines, the most sufficient funds, and the highest level in all aspects of the Federation, although the Federation University does not recruit many places every year.

Moreover, there are too many people in the Federation and too many students, so the admission score of the Federation University will be raised to a terrifying number every year.

She didn't know where the boy's confidence came from.

But if he really planned to enter the Federal University, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet him again.

The girl heard it from others.

Among the base cities in the entire Federation, Base City No. [-] is the most comprehensive, most comfortable, safest and most suitable for working and living.

Almost no one goes there and leaves.

The policy of base city No. [-] will also encourage all students who pass the exam to stay.

Over the years, only a handful of graduates from the Federal University returned to their hometowns, and most of them stayed in Base City No. [-].

Looking at the boy who stopped to listen to the old man on the roadside, she bit her lip hard.

Is this the reason why he ignores himself these days?

Thinking of the test results that just ended, the girl found desperately that the distance between herself and him was getting farther and farther.

Seeing the boy who didn't want to pay attention to her at all, she stepped forward and whispered, "Then I'll go home first."

The boy nodded casually without even looking at her.

The girl stared at his back and took a few steps back, turned around and ran away quickly without looking back.

Running all the way to the corner of the street, she found that the boy didn't care about her leaving at all. She clenched her fists and stood there watching the boy's back for a while, then went home.

A dozen people gathered on the side of the road.

The old man stood on a step and continued to promote: "The case is still in the investigation stage, but the zombie who was taken away just cooperated with the investigation because it was the first to witness the scene of the crime, and has gone home now."

"If you still feel uneasy, you can wait until the results of the investigation by the guards come out. I'm just telling you that zombies are not as scary as you imagined."

"It is inappropriate to label entire groups of people violent because of isolated incidents."

The boy stared at him.

It seems that this guy, like the previous two, is willing to accept zombies.

Such people are now called "traitors among mankind" by him.

They actually spoke for the zombies, and called on people to treat the zombie group rationally and accept the zombies as part of the federation.

Isn't this a traitor?

Keeping the old man's appearance in mind, the boy squinted his eyes and looked at the other people around him.

These guys are all planning to go to the zombie living area to do business. So far, they are only attracted by their interests, and have not completely turned into traitors.

They still have saving value, but this old thing, huh.

Quietly left the crowd and looked around.

The girl is gone.

After thinking about it for a while, she really wanted to tell herself that she was going home.

Shaking off a nuisance, the boy hurried away.

When turning the corner of the street, he glanced at the old man who was still explaining the situation of the zombie living area.

I originally planned to take a rest for the next two days, but I didn't expect this guy to come to my door.

That's just right, let's take him under the knife tonight, and try the new skills I have summed up in the past two days.

When I got home, my father had already returned.

As expected, the boy whose test scores improved a lot got some pocket money from his father again.

After the family had dinner, the boy said that he was going back to study, and his parents wanted to chat after not seeing each other for almost a month.

So at eight o'clock in the evening, the family of three closed their doors to rest.

Hearing the voice from the front room, the boy gently locked the door.

Putting the mobile phone he had used before at the door, he made a call to the mobile phone he was using.

After dialing, listening to the voice from the receiver, the boy stuffed the cell phone he was using into his pocket and pressed it against his body.

There was a sound in the ear soon.

Nodding in satisfaction, this new ability is also very useful.

Opening the window and taking a last look at the room, he turned over and left the bedroom.

He was not surprised that the old man on the side of the road had disappeared.

Putting on the hat and lowering his head, he walked quickly through the street, and the boy began to look for the target patiently.

That guy seemed to be planning to gather a group of people to do business in the zombie living area.

So he will inevitably continue to promote his set of rhetoric.

Then the most suitable place for publicity at this time is various entertainment venues.