Zombies don't need to rest

Lightweight armor is not something just anyone can have.

But because of this, the death of any zombie will attract the investigation of the Federal Guard.

Looking at the two young men who were staring at him, Jiang Yang knew that once they found out that Xiao Zhou's death was related to him, they would be in big trouble.

Although they will not sentence a zombie to death, there are special punishments for zombies in this era.

Like depriving them of their vacations.

Another example is to increase their working hours.

More than ten years ago, in the factory where Jiang Yang worked, a zombie tried to commit suicide to get rid of the endless labor, but unfortunately, it was discovered by the security personnel in the factory, and he was sentenced to work every day for the next 20 years. The time will be increased by two hours, and all holidays except New Year's Day will be cancelled.

Two hours doesn't seem like much, but there are 358 days in a year except for the seven-day New Year's holiday. Multiply two hours by 358, and then multiply by 20 years. This kind of punishment is a disaster for the zombies who are already suffering from work.

And this is just a zombie who attempted suicide. Now, Xiao Zhou is really dead.

The relationship must be separated!

Jiang Yang took a breath silently. Fortunately, as a young man who once fought wits and courage with the black-hearted boss, he was well prepared for all this.

He took out a thumb-sized device from his pocket and put it on the table. The two people on the opposite side froze for a moment, and then heard Jiang Yang's indifferent voice:

"This is the recording of my actions and all calls after I left the factory yesterday and before I entered the factory this morning. I regret that my friend chose to leave, but this matter has nothing to do with me."

recording?

The two young guards looked at each other. Who would carry a recording pen with him anytime and anywhere?

I'm afraid there is something wrong with this guy, right?

But this is all their guesswork out of professional habits. In fact, Jiang Yang's files are very clean.

In the more than 120 years since he entered the factory, he has never had any bad records, and has even been selected as a model worker more than 80 times. All the previous factory managers have praised him.

Reminiscent of the archives, Jiang Yang's infection time is speculated to be three years in the catastrophe era.

To be able to struggle alone for three years in such an apocalypse, this guy must be a cautious person.

After figuring this out, the two of them no longer had doubts. One of the staff picked up the recording pen and said with a smile: "Thank you very much for the information you provided. We need to take it back for investigation and evidence collection. If there is no problem, I will I'll send it back to you"

Jiang Yang nodded, and didn't say anything about not having to pay it back. The thing cost more than 1000 yuan, so he couldn't just give it away.

The factory manager Li Zhi walked back and saw that there were no electronic handcuffs on Jiang Yang's wrists, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Okay, you go back, just leave it to me here."

This is the model worker and zombie worker representative in the factory. With him, I can

work will be much easier.

Jiang Yang said yes expressionlessly, got up and left the factory director's office.

The heavy metal gate closed, and he twitched his lips and returned to the workshop.

Xiao Zhou's death did have something to do with him.

Or to be more precise, that guy begged himself for three years, hoping that Jiang Yang would find a way to let him die, so that his high insurance money could be handed over to his adopted child smoothly.

"So, zombies shouldn't have too much emotion"

Jiang Yang, who walked into the factory building, muttered softly, and then took out a palm-length black spike from an inconspicuous corner of the workstation, and inserted it into the brain from the right temple at a slight angle before everyone noticed.

All thoughts stopped abruptly, and from this moment on, he was the model worker of the 1127 Zombie Factory again.

3 Zombie Tavern

The two guards will definitely continue to investigate after they return to the police station. The death of zombies is not a small case, and it is absolutely impossible to get away with it easily.

In the workshop, Jiang Yang stared blankly at the metal piece in his hand.

After feeling the fluctuations of the surrounding radiant energy, and confirming the details on the nearby screen, I skillfully drew lines on it with a special pen in my hand.

The 1127 factory is not affiliated to the NO.11 base city where it is located, but a semi-military factory directly under the Pan-Asian Federation.

After the cataclysmic era, people gradually learned to use the energy radiated by the black sun in the sky.

Especially Luo Jincheng who is almost omnipotent.

Under his guidance, scientists produced various instruments and weapons, and the most critical thing was to use alloy sheets and special materials to produce a card that could receive radiant energy.

Now people call this thing an energy card. In principle, it is equivalent to a wireless charging tablet. It can be installed on different devices to provide energy to ensure operation. The energy source is the black sun in the sky.

Energy cards have different specifications and strengths. The Federation has formulated standards, and used the production line of the automated factory to produce alloy bearing sheets with different sizes, thicknesses, and purity.

Herein lies the trouble.

So far, people have not found a suitable method to engrave the special coils that can receive energy on the carrier sheet on a large scale, and can only make energy cards by hand-carving.

The reason for this is probably only understood by the first generation of scientists who have passed away and Luo Jincheng.

This is why there are so many factories scattered all over the world, and so many zombies are busy in the factories.

Their strength can be drawn directly on the alloy plate with hands instead of machines.

In addition, they can directly feel the changes in radiant energy, and cooperate with the equipment to determine the details, and can very smoothly produce energy cards that meet the standards.

Jiang Yang began to sketch quickly, and liquid metal flowed from the tip of the pen in his hand, entering the groove he had carved, and quickly solidified and turned black.

All the liquid metal materials used to make the coils come from the No. [-] base city that Luo Jincheng established and fully mastered, but he never disclosed the formula, but sold this material all over the world at an inexpensive price.

Even if Jiang Yang's factory directly belongs to the Pan-Asian Federation, he still has to pay for this part of the material cost at the original price.

Vigorously drawing the last stroke on the [-]-inch carrier sheet in his hand, Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the complicated patterns on it.

Even after more than 100 years of doing it, he still doesn't fully understand how it works.

"This thing is probably not a technology of this world"

He silently said something in his heart, then put the super-large military energy card in his hand on the conveyor belt and handed it to the quality inspector on the other side, and then stood quietly and counted in his heart

"3, 2, 1"

"Jingle Bell"

At eight o'clock in the evening, the bell rang at the gate of the factory building.

At the end of the day's work, Jiang Yang put down the metal pen in his hand and left the workshop with hundreds of zombies in the same workshop.

The zombies on the night shift were already waiting at the entrance, and began to enter the factory one after another after the last zombie of the day shift left.

Twelve-hour working system.

This is the labor obligation that the Federation requires the zombies to fulfill.

Besides, all the time they are free to arrange.

The factory gate is three kilometers away from the factory building. During this period, three consecutive security inspections will be conducted to ensure that these zombies have not taken energy cards or liquid metal materials out of the factory.

The zombies who came out of different workshops gathered together and chatted in twos and threes, while Jiang Yang, who was standing in the crowd, kept silent.

On the opposite street, a new food stall has just been set up, and the young and beautiful female owner is padding her feet to hang the signboard of "Authentic Fran stinky tofu, ten yuan a piece" on the top of the stall.

When the factory gate opened, she was looking at the signboard she had hung with her hips on her hips, and then pretended to smile casually and turned around to look at the zombie workers who came out.

When she saw Jiang Yang, she paused for a few seconds and then moved away quickly. She skillfully turned on the energy stove and let the already hot oil boil directly.

Jiang Yang walked past the booth expressionlessly, wondering why these people seemed to believe that Xiao Zhou's death was related to him?

After carefully recalling the various details arranged in the past few days, could it be that they really just attach great importance to this matter, so they plan to follow up and investigate every suspect?

But generally speaking, he wasn't overly worried. So far, he was only suspected of instigating, and they wouldn't do anything to him in a short time.

The female police officer watched Jiang Yang's back disappear into the corner of the street, and she didn't do anything extra, but warmly entertained the customers.

Zombies need enough living matter to ensure the body is perfect, and many zombies have not repaired their sense of taste. Their bodies are easily corroded by energy, and it is not worth wasting resources on such meaningless things.

However, the 1127 factory is high-level after all, and the treatment of workers has increased, so there are still some zombies who are nostalgic for the taste of food and have repaired their taste system. They are also willing to taste the hometown flavor from more than 200 years ago.

Zombies walked by one after another, and the young female police officer was still warmly entertaining the guests who came around.

On the other side, Jiang Yang, who turned the corner of the street, felt heavy.

After he walked onto the main road of the Ninth District, two people followed him. Judging by their tracking skills, they were obviously members of the Federal Guard.

In trouble

With a thought in his heart, he turned another street and saw the ice cream stand that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Zombie Tavern. Jiang Yang raised his hand and scratched his dry hair.

He pulled out the long nail in his head calmly, turned it over in his hand, and it disappeared.

The hole in the temple disappeared quickly, and by the time he reached the front of the booth, there was no sign of it.

Jiang Yang silently stared at the buckets of ice cream in the window, and out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the two people following him were gesturing to the opposite vendor.

But he just pretended not to see it, pointing to the window and asking

"Boss, how do you sell this ice cream?"

The boss looked at his fellow police officer, stood up quickly and said with a smile on his face, "Ten yuan for a ball, and the crispy tube is free."

"Then I want ten crispy skin cones"

Jiang Yang's words made the corner of his mouth twitch, wondering if he was recognized.

But he is confident in his camouflage skills, so he continued to laugh and say

"I'm sorry, handsome guy, we have to buy ice cream balls to give the crispy skin, see what flavor you like"

Hearing this, Jiang Yang stroked his chin and nodded.

After making sure that the two people behind did not rush up to control themselves, they reached out and took out two plastic bags from their pockets.

In the incomprehensible expression of the person opposite, he handed over the smaller one first, "Then I'll buy a scoop of ice cream, any flavor will do, and put it in here."

Then without waiting for the boss to reply, he handed over another bag

"Then fill this bag with crackling cones"

When the boss gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes to look at Jiang Yang, he took out another ten yuan from his jacket pocket and put it on the counter, grinning to show his white teeth

"Thanks, I haven't had an ice cream cone in a long time"

Because the task is to investigate the situation secretly, the owner of the ice cream, who is actually the team leader, gritted his teeth and stuffed crispy skin into the bag, while pretending to be curious, he replied.

“There are also many stalls selling ice cream in the ninth street.”

Jiang Yang nodded, "But the ice cream boss at the Zombie Tavern doesn't offer free crispy cones."

Just as the boss was about to ask why, he heard a sound coming from the miniature earphone. When he raised his head, he saw a large group of zombies with red eyes looking at him in the distance.

Or more accurately, staring at the "Crispy Cone Free" sign.

Jiang Yang took two plastic bags from the boss, stuffed the ice cream ball into his mouth and swallowed it, then carefully squeezed out a crispy skin and put it in his mouth.

With the sound of chewing, he pushed open the door of the nearby tavern without haste, and said casually:

"Zombies who often come to Zombie Tavern have not repaired their taste system, so compared to ice cream, crispy skin with a crisp taste is more popular. There were many ice cream shops here that gave free crispy skin 60 years ago, but later they all switched to sell Cookies out"

4 If a friend comes, he must be punished

The ninth block is half the size of the capital city of that year, and most of the zombies in the entire No. 11 base city live here. As the main gathering place for zombies after work, the zombie tavern is a kind of restaurant that can accommodate ten thousand people. huge entertainment venue.

There are hundreds of such taverns in the entire block, and only in this way can these off-duty zombie workers have a place to go.

Jiang Yang stood at the door of the zombie tavern named "Windless" that he often came to, looked at the ice cream owner surrounded by zombies, shrugged his shoulders and turned around. These young people may be very capable at work, but after experience It's really not as good as previous generations.

After all, at that time, there were still some old people in people's families who had not passed away, and most of those old people had more than one zombie friend, and they knew enough about the living habits of these zombies.

"Brother Yang is here"

The owner of the tavern came over and stood behind Jiang Yang, looking at the ice cream stand surrounded by zombies, he said softly, "Where is the fool who dares to give away crispy cones in the ninth block?"

Jiang Yang took one out of his bag and handed it to him, saying "from the Federal Guard"

The owner of the tavern is Feng Wenbin. He is 40 years old. He is not a zombie, but has been running this Wufeng tavern for generations, and he is the sixth generation here.

He had urinated in Jiang Yang's arms quite a lot when he was young, and he had the same virtue as his father when he was young.

Feng Wenbin took a bite out of the crispy skin tube, and then asked curiously, "Come to see you?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Hmm, that little guy caused me a lot of trouble last night."

Feng Wenbin laughed, "If you want me to say that you shouldn't do him this favor, you just ask someone to help you without giving him any benefits. Why? Brothers have to settle their accounts clearly, right?"

Jiang Yang glanced at him, and Feng Wenbin quickly spread his hands, "Don't look at me like that, this is what Wu Laosan next door said when he was teaching his son."