Zombies don't need to rest

A banner hung above the counter: NO.11 Base City Zombie Conference.

Outside the tavern, the zombies at the Windless Tavern were hanging speakers on the light poles by the side of the road, dozens of people were setting up large screens, and the rest were wearing red sleeves to maintain order.

A helicopter flew by in the sky, and with the help of his assistant, Fan Zishan opened the hatch and looked at the dense crowd below.

Tens of millions of zombies are gathering around the Windless Tavern.

This is a terrifying scene of military martial law that would arouse people's panic in any place in the world.

But at this moment, he could even stand on the edge of the helicopter hatch and greet the zombies below.

Because it is at the central point where the zombies gather.

In the tavern named Wufeng.

There is Jiang Yang.

76 An Old Song

At 9 o'clock in the morning on September 7, all members of the Federal Council suddenly received a notification from the Federal Security Service and the Ministry of Defense:

A large number of zombies have gathered in the NO.11 base city, please investigate the situation immediately and explain the reason.

Sun Jicai and others who were gathering in the No. [-] base city frowned and looked north. Li Hongbo, the mayor of the No. [-] base city, couldn't help saying: "What is Fan Zishan doing again?"

Although it was still morning, they had already gathered in the conference room to study the reform policy announced by the NO.11 base city.

The 416 reform plans are piled up to a height of more than two meters. Even if they are packed into a box, they can fill three big boxes. According to their current conclusions, this Fan Zishan is really not afraid that the Federation will take back all the economic support for him .

At the same time, they are also feeling that the No. 11 base city has a really strong family background. Even if it has been taken away by the Federation for more than ten years of financial surplus, it still has full confidence to deal with the next reforms.

Because of this, they gathered here to sort out the various reform plans, find out what they can refer to or use directly, and save it for their own reform plans in the future.

But before they figured out the specifics of the news, they had already received a message from Luo Jincheng: "It's a normal situation, the alert is lifted."

Of course, this news was for the Security Bureau and the Ministry of National Defense, but it also made a few people curious about the situation in the No. 11 base city.

At this moment, Li Hongbo's assistant knocked on the door of the meeting room suddenly: "Mayor, look at the official website of the No. 11 base city, there is a live broadcast of the Ninth Street."

Li Hongbo turned on the big screen in the meeting room to find the website, clicked on the live broadcast and took a sharp breath.

The scene at this time was shot by helicopter, and the zombies on the street made everyone present change their faces.

The assistant who had already felt the shock of this scene said in a low voice: "According to the situation they introduced just now, the 11 million zombies in the entire No.300 base city have all gathered in the northeast corner of the ninth block. The scene was chosen in a zombie tavern called Wufeng, 51 representatives of zombie workers have already entered the venue, and the meeting officially started at [-]:[-]."

Li Hongbo and the others nodded blankly. After the assistant left, they looked at each other in surprise.

Could an aggregation of this magnitude really happen?

Who can organize such a meeting?

Who has such great prestige?

Who can guarantee safety?

Who will maintain order?

Question marks flashed over the heads of the mayors. After a while, Li Hongbo sighed and sat back in his chair: "It turns out that this is Fan Zishan's confidence."

As the helicopter in the picture rises, the picture of the Ninth Street is displayed on the big screen very clearly.

More than 1000 million zombies gathered around the Windless Tavern, quietly watching the large screens temporarily hung above the streets.

51 representatives of zombie workers sat in a circle, and the speakers all over the streets were full of moving music and the sound of equipment debugging personnel.

Sun Jicai lit a cigarette and said in a low voice, "This is not what Fan Zishan can do."

Li Hongbo nodded: "Don't say it's him, Fan Zishan, even if it's that one."

Everyone here knew that he was talking about Luo Jincheng.

It is true that this great savior of mankind has such absolute prestige and popularity in the Federation, but among the zombie crowd, he does not have such a great appeal.

More and more people received the news, and all the people who entered the live broadcast room would also freeze in place, sucking in the air and looking at the zombies on the screen.

Regardless of whether so many people sucking air-conditioning will have an impact on global warming.

When the time came to [-]:[-], the music on the streets of the ninth district suddenly stopped.

The live broadcast screen switched to the lobby of Wufeng Tavern. Wu Dong, dressed in formal attire, stood solemnly in front of the microphone, looked at the camera aimed at him, and nodded in satisfaction.

It must be that Brother Yang is reliable. He couldn't get an interview and even got himself a host.

After expressing his emotions, he didn't talk about his speeches with tens of thousands of words like before, but spoke in a standard broadcast tone: "No. 11 Base City Ninth Street Block All Zombie Workers Meeting, start now."

Ninth Street was quiet.

Equally quiet, there were countless viewers in the live broadcast room.

The screen was empty without any barrage, and the number of people in the corner showed that there were more than [-] million people watching the live broadcast at the moment.

No one has seen such a scene, not even the mayor of the base city.

Sitting in the conference room, Li Hongbo and others looked at Wu Dong on the screen and said solemnly: "First, let's do the first item. Please stand up."

The 51 zombie worker representatives present stood up, and the screen changed, and all the zombies gathered around the entire windless tavern stood up straight.

After scanning the Ninth Street, the camera focused on Li Bing who was not far outside the Windless Tavern.

At this moment, she was wearing a white dress and standing on the podium at the front of the band, with her right hand raised high and lowered.

When the exciting music sounded, Fan Zishan asked Lao Jiu: "What song is this?"

Lao Jiu shook his head, he didn't know either.

It's not just the two of them who have doubts, most of the viewers who are watching the live broadcast have never heard of this song.

But in the conference room of Base City No. [-], Li Hongbo and others stood up abruptly and widened their eyes.

After the music ended, Wu Dong reappeared on the screen, and calmly said into the microphone: "Please sit down."

Sitting on a chair and sorting out his speech, Jiang Yang looked at the zombies around him.

The interior of the Windless Tavern has already been prepared for reform, but these zombies are not their own.

They have their own ideas and their own lives, and they also have their own small groups. They don't care about the future of the Federation, nor the current level of technology, and they don't plan to join Wufeng's monotonous and boring study and those who can't see Into what prospect plan.

They used to be ordinary people, and now they are just ordinary people who have obtained a super long life span.

But there is no doubt that these are people who love life.

Idealists and perverts, struggling and lying down are not the norm.

Most of the people in life are ordinary people who concentrate on living their own lives.

Humans are like this, and so are zombies.

Wu Dong looked at the camera directly in front of him and announced loudly: "The first topic of the meeting will start now. In order to cooperate with the reform plan of the Pan-Asian Federation and the NO.11 base city in the Ninth Street District, the zombie factory needs to be adjusted. I would like to invite the workers' representatives to speak. .”

Jiang Yang sat up straight, turned on the microphone in front of him, and began to talk about his plan.

The live broadcast of all the zombies in the ninth block silently recorded everything, and the public live broadcast on the Internet has ended.

Regarding the reason for the end of the live broadcast, No.11 Base City gave an explanation: Zombies do not need to eat, drink, and rest, so the discussion and speech session of this meeting is expected to last for more than [-] hours. Considering the time issue, we will hold it at the meeting Then start the live broadcast in the next session.

Fan Zishan, who had already returned to the office, suddenly looked at Lao Jiu and said, "This is the first time I know that the meeting can still be held like this."

Others didn't see it, but he saw it very clearly just now.

The meeting organized by Mr. Jiang was not like Luo Jincheng announced a plan and then everyone voted to decide whether to pass it or not.

In the ninth block at this moment, every thousand zombies are divided into a group.

They will summarize their opinions and thoughts on reform to a team leader.

The 51 worker representatives were each responsible for summarizing the opinions of 250 five team leaders, and finally got them to the meeting site of the Windless Tavern for an open live discussion.

Jiang Yang and his Windless Tavern are just a small part of it.

He neither played a decisive role, nor did he have any one-vote veto or final decision.

He just proposed a plan that is most beneficial to the interests of all zombies, and then all the zombies will discuss and adjust the plan in place, and finally pass the plan through a general vote.

It's slow, but it really takes everyone into consideration and makes the plan as good as possible.

It is conceivable that the plan formulated in this way will be executed extremely smoothly.

Fan Zishan sat on the chair and rubbed his chin, and suddenly clapped his hands and called to his assistant: "Help me cancel all the meetings for the next week."

The assistant asked bitterly, "Mayor, where are you going?"

Fan Zishan took out his notebook and pulled Lao Jiu out, "I'm going to study in the Ninth Street."

Records in the History Archives of the Ninth Special Zone:

【灾变纪元215年9月7日上午8：30分，在泛亚联邦NO.11基地市响应联邦改革政策提出416项改革方案一周后，NO.11基地市召开全体丧尸大会】

[At the meeting, Jiang Yang, the representative of zombie workers, put forward the "Ninth Street District Reform Plan (Draft)". In the ensuing five-day and four-night discussions, the meeting formulated the "Ninth Street District Development Planning Outline" based on the (draft) And it was unanimously approved by all zombies]

Fan Zishan sat behind a group of zombies who were discussing enthusiastically, and Lao Jiu squeezed out from the group of zombies.

"They said, that piece is called the Internationale."

77 big laid-off

Base City No. [-], the seat of the headquarters of all federal agencies.

In the center of many institutions, there is a small three-story building with an area of ​​about [-] square meters.

This is the ground command center established when humans returned to the surface for the first time.

But later, because the surface base was destroyed by the zombie monarch, even the building was destroyed and only the foundation remained.

When Luo Jincheng killed the Zombie Lord and led the recovered troops back to the surface again, he transformed this place into his own residence.

It is said that the first-generation mecha that killed the monarch-level zombies was located in the bedroom on the second floor.

At this time, Luo Jincheng was the only one in the living room on the first floor.

Sitting on the spacious dark sofa, he played back the screenshots from the live broadcast of No.11 base city a few days ago.

Of course, what he paid attention to was not the Internationale that only the zombies and he still remembered.

Staring at every zombie that flashed by the camera, he eagerly wanted to know who had the ability to organize so many zombies to gather together.

Is it the Jiang Yang who talked to him in the flower square last time?

"Open Jiangyang's profile"

After the calm voice sounded, the screen split into two, one part continued to play the live broadcast, while Jiang Yang's message appeared on the other side.

A series of red lines appeared out of nowhere to help him mark the important points, and a silver-white robot next to him suddenly asked: "Do you need physical information?"

"No, the electronic version is fine." While speaking, Luo Jincheng shook his head. Luo Jincheng looked at the information on the screen. When his gaze reached the bottom of the screen, the text automatically scrolled up, and then continued to mark the key content.

After a while he frowned and said, "Turn it off."

Sitting quietly on the sofa and looking at the picture on the screen, Jiang Yang's file did not reveal any problems, so could it be said that Fan Zishan summoned the zombies in the Ninth Street?

He doesn't believe it.

After thinking about it, he looked at the robot next to him: "List the No. 11 Base City Ninth Street District as a key focus area, and the priority is No. 15."

"clear"

Nodding his head and walking to the door, the robot quietly went down the stairs and disappeared.

Half lying on the sofa and closing his eyes, ten minutes later, a thumb-sized bottle suddenly appeared in Luo Jincheng's hand.

After staring at the silver-white reagent inside for a while, he sighed and took the bottle upstairs.

There is no so-called first-generation mecha here.

The bedroom was empty except for a small bed that didn't look soft. There was only a yellowed photo on the small cabinet next to the bed. In the picture, the young man was not beautiful but had a bright smile woman with a cute child in a pram between them.

After looking at the photo, he stretched out his hand and pressed a button on the wall at the door, then lay down on the small bed, opened his mouth to drink the liquid in the bottle, and then just quietly stared at the ceiling in a daze.

The next morning, the sun shone on his face, his eyes moved quickly, he turned over and sat up from the bed, picked up the photo and sat quietly.

"wait for me"

A not-so-loud sound rang out in the room, and the person on the bed had disappeared, leaving only the photo that was put back on the small cabinet next to the bed.