Did not spend the night in the post-apocalyptic world, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical plant was solid gold.
Back at his own rental house in the modern era, the sky outside the window was indeed already sunset, with only a reddish tint left in the sky.
"Time is really synchronized."
The zombie uncle hadn't changed much from when Lu Chuan left, still sitting straight.
From the time he came back, Lu Chuan was in deep thought.
In the rental house, a large and small group just sat there dryly, and no one made a sound. One was a wooden sculpture, while the other was changing his face from time to time, as if he was organizing in his mind some of the problems that were troubling him.
"Goo ...... goo ...... goo ......"
The feeling of hunger coming from his stomach made Lu Chuan definitely come back from his contemplation.
Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched and smiled.
"It's really a bit hungry." Lu Chuan touched his stomach, from the time this one thing happened on the long-distance bus until now, running and jumping all the way, he had long been famished.
Putting down the matter on his mind, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.
Single dog, do not have any habit of cooking by themselves.
Plus it's too late now, glancing at the time, it's already 7:30 pm.
No surprises, the zombie uncle again followed Lu Chuan behind, almost do not move an inch Lu Chuan. ...
The good thing about the old residential area, is that it is lively, belonging to the lower class small folk.
At seven thirty, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys are already open for business, and everywhere is swarming with people. Various kinds of aroma, floating up on the streets and alleys, do not know how many people who are late from work, will choose to stuff their stomachs in some of these stalls.
"......"
Lu Chuan looked at the surging heads of people here, and what came to his mind was a scene he saw in the end times.
More people means more zombies, if there is a disaster, in terms of the population density here, some of the populated countries like Huaxia and India are definitely the most miserable places.
Finding a familiar stall and sitting down, Lu Chuan shouted, "Uncle Luo, the usual."
"Five minutes." Uncle Luo was a middle-aged man like a skinny pole, after answering Lu Chuan's words, he skillfully opened the fire, the excessive amount of fire engulfed the head of the pot, a small spoon of oil went down, and the whole pot turned into a sea of fire.
Uncle Luo's family had been operating here for more than ten years, well-liked, and business had always been good.
Uncle Luo was in charge of the kitchen, while Aunt Luo was in charge of cutting and serving the vegetables.
Uncle Luo's son was in college, and his daughter, Luo Juan, was in her senior year of high school, and helped out at the stall every night, tucking in tea and pouring water, and delivering a delicious portion of her dad's food to the diners.
Well, it was actually the role of a waiter.
"Lu Chuan, haven't been here for a while, are you alright?" Aunt Luo raised her head and inquired with concern.
The zombie uncle stood dryly at Lu Chuan's side, and at Lu Chuan's command, he sat down again in an archaic manner opposite Lu Chuan, sitting equally straight.
"Lu Chuan, drink some water."
Two cups of large leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and the zombie uncle, Luo Juan's hair was tossed and returned to the chair she had just gotten up from, clearly lacking interest in Lu Chuan's absence for a few days.
Lu Chuan's dinner, ten ** is resolved here, a year down the line, but also familiar with.
Put into the usual, Lu Chuan will flirt a few sentences Luo Juan, just today Lu Chuan's head has been thinking about the biochemical plant, naturally did not have this one mind.
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Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Auntie, I went back to my hometown."
Aunt Luo likewise smiled, "It's good to go back and see your parents more often."
Uncle Luo's time, was indeed very precise, saying five minutes, was five minutes after putting a plate of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan who had been hungry for a long time was not polite, only after eating a few bites, he remembered something and looked up to see the expressionless figure of the zombie uncle sitting straight.
"Oh."
Lu Chuan slapped his forehead, he was so mesmerized thinking about things that he forgot about this guy.
Previously, Lu Chuan had always been curious about whether or not zombies that had arrived in modern times should eat. Currently, it seemed to be a problem that Lu Chuan had to pay attention to, his own salary, there was no way to ensure the living expenses of two people.
"Do you want one?" Lu Chuan inquired.
The zombie uncle looked blankly at Lu Chuan, his empty eyes not even blinking.
Lu Chuan: "......"
A kind of feeling of talking to a cow, but Lu Chuan still pushed the fried noodles he had just eaten a few mouthfuls of in front of the zombie uncle and issued a command, "Eat."
The zombie uncle mechanically reached out his hand and just grabbed at the fried noodles.
"Chopsticks." Lu Chuan spoke in a deep voice.
The zombie uncle's arm stopped and mechanically grabbed the chopsticks again, picking them towards the fried noodles, like a little kid who was learning to eat, the way he held the chopsticks made Lu Chuan couldn't help but turn his face away, with a look that he didn't recognize this bastard.
It was really embarrassing, this behavior of using chopsticks was absolutely retarded.
The table was full of scattered fried noodles, while the zombie uncle's mouth was stuffed with a mouthful of them before smashing the bar and eating them.
Essentially, the zombie uncle was attached to the Pretender System by the Biochemical Factory, but it still belonged to zombies. Zombies were a kind of monster, they could eat, or they didn't need to eat.
However, looking at the zombie uncle who had finished off most of the plate of fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost wondered if the other party was a real person.
A zombie eating fried noodles, how cerebral does one have to be to think of this?
"It seems like, it's really going to eat?"
Lu Chuan thought uncertainly, to verify, it would take some time, say starve it for three to five days?
"Uncle Luo, roast five lamb chops."
After ten minutes or so, five roasted lamb chops were placed in front of Lu Chuan, Lu Chuan realized that the zombie uncle's empty eyes finally reacted for the first time, surprisingly, they were turning a little.
Five roasted lamb chops, just five minutes before and after, went into the zombie uncle's stomach.
Roasted again.
Twenty.
Thirty sticks.
Chicken legs to ten, and then five fried noodles.
The zombie uncle's stomach, like a bottomless pit, so that Lu Chuan has a sense of collapse, is simply a rice bucket, thirty lamb chops, plus other ...... full ten people, so it was eaten into the stomach.
A sense of crisis, floating on Lu Chuan's mind.
On their own less than ten thousand deposits, according to this kind of speed and meals, at most half a month, to drink the wind.
His own little salary is not enough for the zombie uncle to eat for three to five days.
Luo Juan has been paying attention to Lu Chuan, at this moment, looking at the bones piled up like a small mountain, and the stack of plates, she opened her mouth wide, this is the first time she has seen someone who can eat so much.
When Lu Chuan checked out, his heart was dripping blood.
............
Back to the rental house, the zombie uncle is again sitting back in the chair, as straight as ever.
Lu Chuan looked at the zombie uncle did not see a hint of bulging stomach, no longer think about this heartbreaking problem, anyway, the next, to test, is the zombie uncle three or five days without eating, what will be the result.
To the company asked for leave, there are still two days, just can properly study about zombies.
Open the laptop that he used in college, Lu Chuan ignored the zombie uncle, typed zombie on Bainiang, and pressed the enter key.
............
Overnight, Lu Chuan did not close his eyes, and his eyes were tired and bloodshot.
The zombies mentioned in the chemical plant, Lu Chuan looked for once, the first zombies still have information to check, but the back of the mentioned, how can not find a trace of information about them on the network.
For example, the meat shield, such as the mother, what are these zombies?
No need to think, also know that they are not simple.
But where they were not simple and what kind of abilities they possessed, Lu Chuan knew nothing. Before the Biochemical Factory was unlocked, one could only rely on guessing without getting specific information.
The products in the Biochemical Factory originated from the end times.
That is to say, the zombies that are in the Biochemical Factory will exist in the end times.
The ferocity of the end times was evident.
Some of the zombies like the meat shield and the mother are still too far away from Lu Chuan and can be considered later.
Lu Chuan's attention was not put too much on some of these late zombies, but on the immediate future.
In addition to the information, Lu Chuan also on the network, looking for countless keyboard warrior to give out on the method of hunting zombies, some of these methods are strange, but in Lu Chuan's opinion, some methods are still relatively reliable.
After a night of time to understand the habits of zombies, more or less have some bottom line.
Unfortunately, Lu Chuan tried a few times, teleportation of the end of the world, they are not authorized to carry items other than clothes, in the transmission, it will be automatically removed.
Otherwise, with modern tools, three zombie hunting, minutes to solve.
"The storage space, can only be used after activating the Biochemical Plant." Lu Chuan shook his head, somewhat redeeming this exciting and incomparable function that he could not use now.
Since he could only be alone, he could only think of a way out in the end times.
Being careful, along with planning, Lu Chuan still had a great grasp. Even the back road, Lu Chuan also thought well, the magic of the biochemical plant, solid as gold, unless it is unlucky to mess with a zombie like the tyrant this kind of zombie, ordinary zombies are not able to break through the alloy walls of the periphery of the biochemical plant, what is the problem, hide in the biochemical plant.
If you can't, go back to modern times.