Zombies don't need to rest

They don't have a fixed destination, nor do they have a clear task arrangement.

What they need to do is to observe and record the living conditions of humans and zombies under the current federal policy, the changes in human attitudes towards zombies, and the living conditions and emotional stability of zombies in society.

They will also be scattered in the streets and alleys of the Federation, paying attention to the changes and characteristics of this era, recording them completely, and constantly enriching and perfecting the social science research of Wufeng.

At the same time, they should also issue warnings when necessary.

Once a large area of ​​zombies and humans cannot coexist, the next step must be started.

Generally speaking, their job looks the easiest, but it is the most complicated to implement.

Because of this, these people obtained their qualifications after going through a lot of inspections in Wufeng's interior.

After they also left, there were only thirteen team leaders sitting around the counter in the bustling Windless Tavern.

They looked at each other quietly, and finally Wei Yixiu spoke first: "It seems that everyone has to work separately for a while."

Dong Quanyun smiled and said: "It won't be too long, don't forget that the Ark project has not been completed yet, if we don't diversify to make money, this project will not be completed for a while."

Several others also laughed.

Sun Hai raised the cup in his hand: "Anyway, our plan is still progressing smoothly. I hope that the biggest function of the Ark is that it will never work."

Liang Xing, who was sitting next to him, nodded with a smile: "Yeah, I don't want this thing to work, otherwise, the seeds we planted so hard will die before they germinate, that would be a pity. "

A team leader shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his cup: "I still want to remind everyone that our current plan has just started, but Luo Jincheng's layout and arrangement have been carried out for at least 130 years. It is correct for Brother Yang to advance the Ark plan of."

His words did not make the other team leaders unhappy or feel discouraged.

Because as a team leader, his task is to pour cold water.

Dong Quanyun laughed and said: "So what, we are still alive, and we have a chance if we are alive."

A team leader raised his glass with a smile: "Then I look forward to writing more theoretical works on our side."

The thirteen team leaders stood up, and the cups collided with each other to make a crisp sound.

After drinking the liquid with his head up, Sun Hai stood up first and said: "I'll go to the hospital to see the child, and the research institute is about to start. I guess I won't have time to come over for a drink in the last few days."

Dong Quanyun immediately got up and said: "The work in the No. [-] base city is not over yet, so I will leave first."

After that, Liang Xing and Wei Yixiu were going to the agricultural company to discuss the spring plowing of the experimental field.

The other is going to help supervise the work of several other base city branches.

After they left, there were only nine people left.

They quickly cleaned up the wine glasses left by the zombies, and helped Feng Wenbin's mother tidy up the tables and chairs.

After moving out the wine barrels in the warehouse to fill up the kegs on the counter, they each left the tavern and returned to the laboratory building they were assigned to.

On such an unremarkable night, the 100 zombies who had been gathering in the Windless Tavern for more than [-] years and had never stopped studying were broken up into pieces and disbanded on the spot.

The members of the branch scattered in various base cities also received the news at the first time: people from the ninth district came.

These failed to persist due to various reasons in the past century.

Or the zombies who failed to achieve the desired learning results gathered together, waiting with joy for the arrival of these toughest, hardest and smartest companions.

At first, when Jiang Yang said that there might be elimination in the study plan, they didn't take it seriously.

However, when they really end their work every day, they sit at the table facing unfamiliar books and learn from scratch a little bit.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang left a way out.

Relying on their will, most of them have completed the whole process of at least one subject and obtained a doctoral degree.

But as time goes by, more and more people really can't continue.

It is also because of this that they are very clear about how admirable the 5 people who are still in the Windless Tavern pursuing knowledge after more than a hundred years are admirable.

The Windless members are tough enough.

Even so, among a million people, only [-] can persevere until they reach the top of their discipline and face the unknown that no one can guide them anymore.

So after receiving the news, all the branch members prepared a grand welcome ceremony, waiting for the arrival of these zombies who had finally finished their studies and were about to officially embark on the road of exploration.

But it's a pity that no new humans know about such a thing.

A car drove out of the Ninth District Passage and entered the highway leading to different base cities.

The zombie in charge of guarding the entrance and exit stood silently and saluted, watching a car disappear under the night.

At one o'clock in the morning, the windless system ended its automatic update, and then sent a message to all the zombies:

[Disaster, doomsday, or evolution, rebirth, in the past 216 years, the world has not given us the answer. 】

【The world never tells us the answer. 】

[After a hundred years of preparation, now you will face the unknown in the world, find your own direction, and give your answers. 】

【Wish ya'll good luck. 】

[If you feel danger and difficulty, please come back to the Windless Tavern, there is always someone waiting for you here. 】

167 Year 118, I still don't know what it means to be afraid

The windless action hardly attracted the attention of any outsiders.

Their current size is still too small. The core members only have more than 5 people, and about 3% of them need to leave the ninth district, which is about [-] people.

3 people, even if it is one person and one car, it wouldn't be so conspicuous in today's federation.

What's more, they didn't have one car per person, and they didn't act at the same time, but dispersed and went to different places at different times.

But, as the word almost implies, someone is paying attention to what's going on here.

In a small three-story building in the center of Base One.

At the end of the day's work, I reviewed all the instructions issued by the robot in the last day.

Luo Jincheng, who was about to take a rest, suddenly heard a prompt from downstairs: There was a change in the key observation area, confirm the priority 15, confirm the coordinates, administrative division: the ninth district.

Frowning, he sat up from the bed, put on his pajamas and pushed open the bedroom door.

Luo Jincheng stood at the stairs and looked at the motionless robot in the living room and said, "Turn on the screen to display."

Lights lit up the living room.

When the screen lights up, the entire living room is also covered by a fully immersive image.

Standing at the stairs on the second floor, Luo Jincheng watched a car drive out of the expressway in the ninth district and enter the expressway to different base cities.

After cropping and fast forwarding, the screen only records the number of cars leaving and the estimated number of people, and also gives the information registered by the Ninth District itself at the entrance of the highway.

Luo Jincheng looked at it in silence for a while and then said: "Rank the ninth district's priority to No. 11, which is tied with the No. 11 base city, but the independent record data does not need to be combined for observation."

The robot's eyes flickered quickly: "The adjustment is complete, may I ask you to focus on observing the managers of the ninth district?"

Luo Jincheng frowned and thought for a long time before he said: "No need, just pay attention to the movements of the ninth district."

After finishing speaking, he turned around directly: "The experimental results of the Type [-] reforming agent have come out, you can go down later and take it up and put it at the door of my study."

"Yes" the robot turned off the screen and the video in the living room.

Watching Luo Jincheng's back disappear on the second floor, he silently opened the secret door hidden by the kitchen and disappeared into the room.

In the bedroom, Luo Jincheng lay back on the bed again.

The thick curtains tightly blocked all the light, and there was no light in the whole room.

In the dark, he just looked at the ceiling quietly.

Don't know what to think.

When it was about to dawn, Jiang Yang had already moved the chair back into the room.

The surname of this family is Wang, a standard common surname.

Since the end of the day, the inheritance has been completely preserved.

No one died young and no one had children.

It is now the seventh generation.

The burly old man in his 110s is called Wang Chengkang, and he belongs to the fourth generation after the end of the world.

Wang Chengkang's son, Wang Shilu who took over the newsstand, is 72 years old this year, and his grandson is no longer young.

But they are different from the people in the oasis base.

Not long after this family first entered the underground shelter, they had already been injected with the first-generation genetic modification medicine.

However, Wang Chengkang's grandfather was already born at that time, so he was not injected with the first-generation drug because he was young.

Otherwise, with the terrifyingly low birth rate of the first-generation transformation potion, I am afraid that this family will really be broken down like other first-generation potion injectors.

The greatest luck of the family is that.

Wang Chengkang's great-grandpa hid in with his family not long after Luo Jincheng's underground shelter was built.

At that time, Luo Jincheng didn't have many people who could use him. This guy was honest and obedient and had his wife and children with him, which seemed reassuring.

So they became the first batch of humans to be injected with the first generation of genetic modification drugs.

And he himself relied on the strong physique brought by the first-generation potion, operated the early-stage weapons and led the team to collect a large amount of supplies on the surface.

After completely entering the underground shelter, he relied on his merits and strength to protect the safety of his family.

Coincidentally, with just the right age advantage.

Wang Chengkang's grandfather also became the last group of people who received the first generation of genetic modification medicine shortly after having a child.

In this way, after Wang Chengkang's grandfather passed away, his grandfather became the protector of the family again.

Is the effect of the first-generation genetic modification agent very strong?

Very strong.

There is no doubt about that.

As a genetic modification agent produced by the system, it adjusted the genes of the new humans at that time to the best state, bringing about an all-round improvement from the inside out.

The human beings transformed by the first generation of potions can actually be called superhumans, but they are weak under the tremendous pressure of the zombies.

But such a good thing doesn't come without a price, and the extremely low fertility rate is just a problem with the transformation potion itself.

According to Jiang Yang's understanding, the system's task rewards are indeed generous.

But this one-time consumable cannot be rewarded repeatedly.

So if Luo Jincheng wanted to get this thing in large quantities, he had to rely on tasks in the early stage, and in the later stage, he either got the production process or had to rely on the system mall.

In the early days of underground shelters, transformation potions were very rare.

Therefore, the transformed new humans are responsible for collecting materials, cleaning up zombies, rescuing surviving humans, expanding underground shelters, eliminating underground dangers, responding to natural disasters, capturing mutated animals for domestication, picking mutated plant seeds and planting in the shelter, etc. Task.

In the era when the zombies did not wake up, the development of the entire underground shelter was completely completed by these "supermen" who had been injected with the first generation of genetic modification drugs.

The final result is that the effect of the first generation of genetic modification agents is the strongest.

But its mortality rate is 100%.

That's right, among all the people who received the first-generation potion, none of them could live to die.

Originally, Jiang Yang thought that the lifespan of the new humans transformed by the first-generation medicine would be about 150 years old.

But after the confirmation of the two people below the New Hope Mine, the human beings after transformation can have a maximum lifespan of [-] years.

But according to what Jiang Yang has learned so far, Wang Chengkang's great-grandfather is really number one among those who live longer after being injected with the first-generation genetic modification medicine.

When he was 30 years old, he brought his family into an underground shelter.

He lived until he officially woke up. At the age of 88, he was still wearing external armor and carrying a large-caliber howitzer to clear the surface of danger.

In the 60th year of the Era of Cataclysm, an earthquake occurred during a mission in the south, and as a result, he was forcibly sucked into a mudslide, crushed by the extremely hard ore mutated by radiation, and left half a corpse.

90 years old, 60 years of receiving the first generation of transformation medicine.

These were the older ones who died among the first batch of people who had received the first generation of genetic modification drugs.

But even less than one-third of the natural lifespan after the modification of the first-generation potion.

And Wang Chengkang's grandfather was the last batch to receive the first-generation genetic modification medicine in the 39th year of the Cataclysm Era.