Zombies don't need to rest

Jiang Yang nodded: "That's right, because in his heart, or in the hearts of most zombies, the monarch is a concept in human society, that is, the emperor or king, leader, leader of the same kind or exploiter.

However, in fact, the monarch class is a single individual that will devour all the weak to strengthen itself.

In the eyes of the monarchs, everything is food, and they don't see us as the same kind, because that consciousness is actually a sociological concept, and the monarchs are not social creatures. "

This has surpassed everyone's imagination, and the conference room was silent.

Jiang Yang sat back in his seat, and after seeing them gradually stop thinking, he said, "So everyone, the monarchs are actually us, the new human beings, and the enemies of all animals and plants. If you don't want to become their food , then find a way to resist.”

Looking at their thoughtful expressions, Jiang Yang continued to say in a calm tone: "In the past 100 years, I have not told you these things, because with our current capabilities, no matter who can eat the human beings in the world , and it is impossible to surpass the Sovereign in strength, which has been foraging in space for more than 100 years, so we need technology and we need knowledge.”

He tapped the table lightly with his hand and said: "Now, everyone is at the forefront of human science and technology, but I can say responsibly that with the current level of technology, we can't create weapons that can fight against the Sovereign Level. .”

Sun Hai frowned and asked, "Brother Yang, what level are you?"

Others looked over curiously, Jiang Yang shook his head: "I'm not a monarch."

"Sigh~"

The zombies took a deep breath at the same time, they were all zombies, they could feel how terrifying the pressure on Jiang Yang was.

If none of this has reached the monarch level, then indeed, with the current level of human technology, there is really no way to fight against it.

Seeing their serious expressions, Jiang Yang leaned back on his chair and said, "Now the No. 11 base city has gained great autonomy in the federation. There will be a reorganization of the factory, along with a new factory that will recast recycled metal, but even then there will certainly be a lot of people leaving the factory to work."

Reaching out and knocking on the computer screen, Jiang Yang pointed to the above content and said: "So I will set up a research institute at the original automobile factory, everyone, Hong Yanhong is already on the way to contact the monarch, although he has a high probability He will starve to death on the way, but if he does arrive, it is very likely that the Sovereign Level that has left will return, and by then, if we don’t want to become food, we need weapons with sufficient power.”

Dong Quanyun asked curiously: "So the route you marked for him can really find monarch-level zombies?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "I'm not sure, it's just a general direction. If he finds it, it proves that my observation is correct. If he doesn't find it, it means that the Sovereign has moved to a place that I can't guess. place, and may even come back at any time."

Looking at the thirteen zombies present here, he said sincerely: "After more than 100 years of study, it is difficult for human beings to provide us with technical help. Next, we need to rely on ourselves. If you still want to live in such a familiar If there is a world like this, we have to find a way to help these humans survive."

Dong Quanyun nodded: "So Brother Yang, you started the Tinder Project?"

Jiang Yang smiled: "The new humans have constructed a rich and colorful world. Such a wonderful thing should not be destroyed. Besides, this is our hometown. Although some new humans don't like the old guys very much, that's not important. , I hope that we can keep our own home."

These words were recognized by everyone, they nodded hard but then frowned.

The news Jiang Yang threw out was too shocking, and, with such a strong existence, what kind of weapon can kill the opponent?

At this moment, they saw Jiang Yang take something out of his pocket and put it on the table.

Looking at their curious eyes, Jiang Yang said calmly: "Then when it comes to the monarch level, we have to mention the King Nanguang who was killed by Luo Jincheng. I recently got the skull of King Nanguang by accident. Inside one of the bones, Found this thing."

Because the metal was so tiny, the zombies stood up and carefully looked at the silver-white metal in the middle of the table. Jiang Yang stood beside him and said slowly:

"At the end of that battle, Luo Jincheng used this thing to penetrate King Nanguang's head and completely destroyed his brain. According to my judgment, the various performance indicators of this metal are better than The current highest-quality alloy in the Federation is an order of magnitude higher."

Looking at the unbelievable eyes of the zombies, Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter where Luo Jincheng got this thing, what matters is that this thing is placed in front of you, and we can learn something from it. "

Listening to their discussion, Jiang Yang silently sighed with his hands behind his back.

After more than 200 years, I finally got together the manpower and took the first step of a comprehensive analysis system.

That's the system, such a wonderful thing, how can we not take a good look at his underwear?

65 Homesick Kid

When Feng Wenbin returned to the tavern, he was surprised to find that the hall had returned to its original appearance, and the big screen had turned into a live broadcast of the Federation's Mech Fighting Match again, and the zombies were sitting in their respective positions in twos and threes as usual.

Stepping into the counter, he looked at Jiang Yang who was sitting next to him and asked, "Didn't the Federation say that it took three days to land on the moon? Why did you come back in one day? Are there really scary things on the moon?"

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders and turned the computer screen in his hand. After seeing the terrifying giant on the screen, Feng Wenbin couldn't help saying: "Tuigui, such a big person, how much food does he have to eat a day to be full? ah."

Then he saw the surprised eyes of Dong Quanyun passing by.

Jiang Yang took back the computer, reached out and patted Feng Wenbin's shoulder, and said admiringly: "Others are afraid and scared when they see this guy, but you are worried about whether he can eat enough, don't worry, when you have the opportunity to become an official in the future , there will definitely be people who will support you.”

Feng Wenbin shook his head sadly: "Then let's say goodbye. Brother Yang, you also know that I am not an official. If it is my turn to be an official, then there may be no one in the Federation."

After giving Jiang Yang a glass of red liquid, Feng Wenbin suddenly asked, "Is that big guy still alive?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "It has been dead for many years, but the body is strong and has not suffered any damage, so the heart is still beating mechanically, and it is estimated that it will not be beating in a few decades."

Feng Wenbin nodded, and then suddenly asked: "Why didn't you see Xiao Pei? He has no class tonight?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the top of the tavern: "He finished his class during the day, and now he is watching his friend on the rooftop."

Feng Wenbin understood, and then asked Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, why don't you go up and have a look?"

Jiang Yang smiled and pointed to the locked counter: "Isn't it waiting for you to come back? Is Xifeng still available? Let me have another bottle."

Feng Wenbin opened the counter and said: "It seems that there is only one bottle left. We don't have a lot of this kind of wine in stock, and we drank a lot in the past. Let me see, yes, there is still a small bottle left, in the basement There is still a big bucket in the storeroom, but it will be gone after drinking it."

Looking at the wine basket on the countertop, Jiang Yang reached out to pick it up and took two small cups from the counter: "I can't do anything without it, but after a few days our city loosens the management of zombies, we can drink it ourselves." Brew a little, anyway, we will build a shielding area when the time comes, so we just brew some wine first to try the shielding effect."

Feng Wenbin nodded, and helped him open the door to the rooftop: "But brother Yang, don't you always say that wine is still old?"

Jiang Yang pointed at himself with the finger holding the wine basket: "We can wait for the new wine to become old wine, and strictly speaking, the century-old wine is really just a gimmick. The wine is better if it is new, moist."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand: "I don't know exactly what is going on. We have only built a theoretical model for the deacidification process. Who knows if we can actually work it out. Let's talk about it later."

Stepping upstairs, Feng Wenbin closed the door and returned to the counter to carry out normal daily work, but when registering the accounts, he smiled and said: "The people in the tavern have just thoroughly learned all the theoretical knowledge of the Federation, the NO.11 base city It was allowed to operate independently by the Federation, Brother Yang, is this really a coincidence?"

On the Internet at the moment, the pilot project of No. 11 base city has been discussed for a day, and everyone is staring at the official website of the base city, wanting to see what kind of policies this federation's first self-managed pilot city can come up with.

The most important thing is that there are still many high-level officials in the base city. They want to see how Fan Zishan, who can develop the NO.

After all, apart from Fan Zishan who has been kept in the dark, the rest of the base cities have already more or less learned about the shortage of raw materials in the federation.

Although the zombie factory has not stopped working yet, even Luo Jincheng is probably waiting for Fan Zishan's plan to see if it is suitable for promotion.

And amidst all this attention, the No. 11 base city was not greatly affected by the shutdown of the zombie factory.

Under the restraint of Jiang Yang and other workers' representatives, the tens of millions of zombie workers in the entire base city really returned to the Ninth Street District to study like that notice.

Of course, among so many zombies, not even one tenth of them are interested in learning.

But it doesn't matter, one counts as one, and the Windless Tavern sent a tutor to come directly to tutor.

Under the night, the originally bustling zombie taverns collectively transformed into a tutoring class.

Pei Bin sat on the edge of the roof of the Windless Tavern, looking up at the sky full of stars in a daze.

Jiang Yang sat next to him: "Still want to go to the moon?"

Pei Bin didn't respond, but said calmly: "Brother Yang, do you think Hong Yanhong really decides where he wants to go by himself?"

Putting the wine crate and wine glass on the stone beside him, Jiang Yang looked at the lights in the Ninth Street and said calmly: "You have heard that voice before, do you think he is out of control like you?"

Pei Bin nodded, Jiang Yang sighed and took out his mobile phone and put it aside. It was that weird whimper that came out of the speaker.

The two of them didn't speak, but just listened quietly. After a long time, Jiang Yang only spoke when the sound was replayed for the third time: "Are you out of control?"

Pei Bin shook his head: "No, I haven't been affected since I came to Wufeng."

He looked at Jiang Yang's side face, not understanding why.

Jiang Yang looked at the night, and suddenly said, "Do you know who the source of this voice is?"

Pei Bin shook his head.

Now only the thirteen team leaders know the news about the monarch-level zombies, and the others don't know for the time being.

Jiang Yang lay back on the edge of the roof, looked at the vast starry sky and said: "A child who can't find a home, trying to use the song his mother taught her so that he will not be lonely in that dark world, this voice is actually not at all It won't affect any zombies, it's just emotionally contagious."

These words made Pei Bin frowned tightly.

That's not right, he felt that this voice had been echoing in his ears since the first time he heard it, and he really lost control a few days ago.

Just when he was about to ask, Jiang Yang spoke again: "In the past 100 years, you have been shutting yourself in that small room, and the only things that accompany you are bare walls besides the computer and the Internet. The environment and a song that misses home are enough to make your spirit uncontrollable, in fact, Hong Yanhong is just like you, an unlucky child who refuses to communicate with this world."

He turned sideways and took the bottle of old wine, opened the lid, and the scent of fragrance echoed between the two of them.

Pei Bin seriously smelled the aroma of the wine from deep in his memory, and heard Jiang Yang say: "There is no magic power in Wufeng Tavern to keep you from losing control, but this pot of old wine makes you miss home, so And that song just doesn't seem that appealing."

Jiang Yang lay on the ground and filled two small wine glasses: "People need emotions. When you really start to get in touch with this world, those messy thoughts will naturally not disturb you."

Reaching out his hand for a gesture, Pei Bin picked up the glass and drank it down, looked down at the empty glass and said, "I didn't drink before, but my father always liked Xifeng at that time, and I could often smell it when eating at home. If it wasn't for the last time I came here, I didn't realize how familiar I am with this smell."

"Hmm..." Jiang Yang poured him a glass again, and then continued to look at the starry sky in the sky: "So, how can a child miss home, but you can't always think about it, you have to look forward."

Pei Bin silently drank another glass of wine, and Jiang Yang looked at him sideways: "Actually, Hong Yanhong has been awake all the time, he just thinks that the appearance of that voice made him find his target, don't worry too much about him, he is now You should be very happy with your success."

Nodding slightly, Pei Bin suddenly asked curiously: "So why is there a word wind in the song I heard? Does it have something to do with our tavern?"

Hearing what he said about us, Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, the lyrics are, when the spring wind blows across the wilderness, the wanderers who left home will return."

A shooting star flashed across the starry sky, and Jiang Yang sat up with a smile: "Dong Quanyun is going to go to class tomorrow, and you will be his teaching assistant then?"

Pei Bin agreed in a low voice: "Okay."

Then he saw Jiang Yang stretching out his hand to himself: "Get up, sitting on the rooftop drinking in the middle of the night will make people think that you have traded in stocks."

Pulling his hand to stand up, Pei Bin bent down to pick up the wine basket and cups on the ground, looked up and saw Jiang Yang smiling: "Welcome to officially join Wufeng."

There are tens of millions of zombies living in the entire NO.11 base city, and in the past 100 years, these zombies have reached a certain agreement, that is, Brother Yang of the Windless Tavern, you can trust.

Pei Bin used to think that this kind of trust came more from Jiang Yang's strength, but at this moment, he finally understood.

Jiang Yang's status was achieved by his personal charm.

Standing on the rooftop at night, listening to the cheers of the zombies in the hall below, Pei Bin looked at Jiang Yang who was smiling at him under the night, and his inexplicable affection made him bow his head vigorously: "Thank you, Brother Yang."

Jiang Yang came over and patted him on the back gently: "Don't bow your head, Wufeng has never been classified into high and low ranks, all who come here are friends, and we only pursue the truth."

After he finished speaking, he went straight down the roof. Pei Bin listened to his footsteps disappearing into the passage, and after standing quietly for a while, he finally figured it out, smiling and walking down the stairs with the wine basket in his hand.

Feng Wenbin watched Pei Bin walk into the hall carrying the wine basket and asked Jiang Yang in a low voice: "Is this figured out?"

Jiang Yang took a sip of the red liquid in the cup: "It's been more than 200 years, and it's only now that we have come out, so you see how important family education is."

Feng Wenbin nodded and said, "Miaomiao is on vacation tomorrow. I heard that you are at home. I want you to hold a parent-teacher meeting for her."

Jiang Yang raised his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"

Feng Wenbin lowered his voice and said, "Brother Yang, do you still remember that Yang Li from the Federal Guard? Our people said that he is now in Base City No. [-], and he seems to be running for Guo Wen."

66 He is not suitable for you

"Yang Li."

Thinking of the child who once yelled in front of him that the death penalty was the dross of the old days, Jiang Yang scratched his hair with some headaches.

After thinking about it, he said helplessly, "Go ahead, and be careful not to let Fan Junyu meet him."

Feng Wenbin nodded solemnly: "Then shall I leave now?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while and reminded in a low voice: "When you get to the place, find a place to put the car away. When you go out, keep a low profile and don't drive. If you pass by, take a look at the details over there. Remember to observe, what is Yang Li using? In what name did you go to the third base city?"

Feng Wenbin quietly stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of cutting downwards, Jiang Yang pressed his shoulder: "It's not necessary, just observe it, he is not that capable, it is probably the Federal Security Bureau or the Police Headquarters Someone is trying to touch Guo Wen, although I don't know the purpose, but I don't think it's a good thing, you should observe more when you get there, and call if you need anything."

"Understood!"

Watching him start the car and leave, Jiang Yang gently tapped the table with his fingers.

It has not been a day or two since the Guo family has been in Base City No. [-]. At this time, someone actually wants to attack them?

who can that be?

And, for what purpose?

justice?

Don't be kidding, people who have the ability to do something to the Guo family will not believe that kind of words to coax children.

Then there are only benefits left.

He squinted his eyes and drank the red liquid in the cup. Looking at the tavern hall, which had become lively due to the mech fighting competition, he took another cup and walked over to find a seat.

For zombies, time is their greatest capital. Anyway, no matter how deep the other party is hiding in the mud, they will always surface when the time comes.

Just wait at ease.

At eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, a dense crowd of students' parents gathered at the gate of Qiushi Middle School located in the fifth block of No. 11 base city.

As the best high school in the NO.11 base city, Qiushi Middle School implements full-time teaching, and students can only leave school during the winter and summer vacations.

Because of this, all families attach great importance to the last parent-teacher meeting before the holiday, and some even have both parents come outside the door to wait.

At 08:30, the bell rang on time, the door opened, and the parents began to stretch their necks to look for their babies among the crowd of students pouring out.