Chapter 6 Foodies

He didn't spend the night in the apocalypse, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical factory was impregnable.

Back at Hyundai's own rental house, the sky outside the window was really sunset, and there was only a blush in the sky.

"The time is indeed synchronized."

Uncle Zombie and Lu Chuan didn't change much when they left, they still sat up straight.

Since returning, Lu Chuan has fallen into deep thought.

In the rental house, one big and one small sat like this, and no one made a sound. One is a wood carving, and the other has a changing face from time to time, as if he is sorting out some problems that are bothering him in his mind.

"Gu... gu gu..."

The hunger from his stomach made Lu Chuan absolutely recover from his deep thoughts.

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched and smiled.

"I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan touched his stomach. From this incident on the long-distance car, until now, he has been running and jumping all the way, and he has long been hungry.

Putting his mind down, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.

Single dogs have no habit of cooking by themselves.

Plus it's too late now, I glanced at the time, it was already half past seven in the evening.

No accident, the zombie uncle followed Lu Chuan again, almost never leaving Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential area is that it is lively, which belongs to the liveliness of the low-level people.

At 7:30, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys have already started business, and there are surging people everywhere. All kinds of aromas float on the streets and alleys. I don't know how many people who are late from get off work will choose to fill their stomachs at these stalls.

"..."

Lu Chuan looked at the surging heads here, but what he thought of was the scene he saw in the end of the world.

A large number of people means a large number of zombies. If there is a disaster, the population density here, China and India, which are the most populous countries, are definitely the most tragic places.

After finding a familiar booth and sitting down, Lu Chuan shouted, "Uncle Luo, it's the same."

"Five minutes." Uncle Luo is a thin middle-aged man. After answering Lu Chuan's words, he skillfully opened the fire. If the fire was too large, he engulfed the head of the pot. When a small spoonful of oil was put in, the whole pot would change. became a sea of ​​fire.

Uncle Luo's family has been operating here for more than ten years, and the popularity is very good, and the business has been good.

Uncle Luo is in charge of the kitchen, while Aunt Luo is in charge of chopping and side dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is studying in college, and his daughter is Luo Juan, who is in the third year of high school. Every night, he helps out at the stall, pouring tea and water, and delivering delicious food made by his father to the diners.

Well, it's actually the role of the waiter.

"Lu Chuan, it's been a while, are you okay?" Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

The zombie uncle stood dryly beside Lu Chuan, and under Lu Chuan's command, he sat down on the opposite side of Lu Chuan, also sitting upright.

"Lu Chuan, drink some water."

Two cups of big-leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and the zombie uncle. Luo Juan shook her hair and returned to the chair she just got up from, obviously not interested in Lu Chuan's absence for a few days.

Lu Chuan's dinner, nine times out of ten, is solved here, and after a year, he is familiar with it.

In normal times, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan a few times, but today Lu Chuan's head has always been thinking about the biochemical factory, so naturally he has no such thoughts.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Auntie, I went back to my hometown."

Aunt Luo also smiled: "It's good to go back, see your parents more often."

Uncle Luo's time is indeed very accurate. Saying five minutes means putting a plate of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan after five minutes.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. After taking a few bites, he remembered something. When he looked up, he saw the uncle of the zombie sitting upright with no expression on his face.

"Oh."

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, thinking about things and becoming fascinated, he even forgot about this stuff.

Before, Lu Chuan had been curious about whether or not to eat modern zombies. At present, it seems that it is an issue that Lu Chuan has to pay attention to. With his own salary, there is no way to guarantee the living expenses of two people.

"Do you want one?" Lu Chuan asked.

The zombie uncle looked at Lu Chuan blankly, his empty eyes didn't even blink.

Lu Chuan: "..."

A feeling of playing the piano, but Lu Chuan still pushed the fried noodles he just ate a few mouthfuls to the zombie uncle, and issued an order: "Eat."

The zombie uncle stretched out his hand mechanically and grabbed the fried noodles.

"Chopsticks." Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

Uncle Zombie's arm stopped, and he grabbed the chopsticks mechanically again, picking up the fried noodles, like a little kid who was learning to eat. look.

It's really shameful, this act of using chopsticks is absolutely mentally retarded.

The table was full of fried noodles, and the uncle of the zombie stuffed his mouth, and then smashed to eat.

Essentially, Uncle Zombie is attached by a biochemical factory with a pretender system, but it is still a zombie. Zombies are monsters that can eat or not.

But looking at the zombie uncle who killed more than half of the fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost doubted whether the other party was a real person.

Zombies eat fried noodles, how much brains must be opened to think of this?

"It seems, really want to eat?"

Lu Chuan thought uncertainly, it will take a while to verify, for example, starve it for three or five days?

"Uncle Luo, grill five lamb chops."

More than ten minutes later, five roasted lamb steaks were placed in front of Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan found that the empty eyes of the zombie uncle finally reacted for the first time, turning it unexpectedly.

Five roasted lamb chops entered the belly of Uncle Zombie in just five minutes.

Baked again.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Ten chicken legs, and five more fried noodles.

Uncle Zombie's stomach, like a bottomless pit, gave Lu Chuan a sense of collapse. It was simply a rice bucket, thirty lamb chops, plus others... a full ten people were eaten by it.

A sense of crisis came to Lu Chuan's mind.

With a deposit of less than 10,000 yuan, according to this speed and appetite, it will take at most half a month to drink wind.

This little salary of my own is not enough for the zombie uncle to eat for three or five days.

Luo Juan has been paying attention to Lu Chuan. At this moment, she is looking at the bones piled up like a hill, and the stack of plates. She opened her mouth wide. This is the first time she has seen such a person who can eat.

When Lu Chuan checked out, his heart was bleeding.

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Back at the rental house, the zombie uncle sat back on the chair again, straight as always.

Lu Chuan saw that the uncle Zombie didn't see a bulge in his stomach, and stopped thinking about this worrying question. Anyway, the next thing to test is what the result will be if the Uncle Zombie does not eat for three or five days.

There are still two days left to ask the company, just in time to study about zombies.

When he opened the laptop he had used when he was in college, Lu Chuan ignored the zombie uncle, typed zombie on Bai Niang, and pressed the enter key.

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After one night, Lu Chuan didn't close his eyes, his eyes were tired and bloodshot.

Lu Chuan looked for the zombies mentioned by the biochemical factory. The zombies in the front still have information to check, but for the latter mentioned, there is no information about them on the Internet.

Such as meat shields, such as the mother body, what kind of zombies are these?

Don't think about it, and know that they are not easy.

But they are not simply where, and what kind of abilities they have, Lu Chuan has no idea. Before the biochemical factory is unlocked, it can only rely on guessing, and no specific information can be obtained.

The products in the biochemical factory come from the end times.

That is to say, some zombies in biochemical factories will exist in the end times.

The dangers of the apocalypse can be seen in general.

Zombies like the meat shield and the mother body are still too far away from Lu Chuan, and they can be considered later.

Lu Chuan's attention was not too much on these late-stage zombies, but on the front.

In addition to the information, Lu Chuan is still on the Internet, looking for the methods given by countless keyboard warriors about hunting zombies. These methods are all kinds of strange, but in Lu Chuan's view, some methods are quite reliable.

After a night of understanding the habits of zombies, I have some confidence.

It's a pity that Lu Chuan tried a few times. When teleporting the end of the world, he has no right to carry items other than clothes. When teleporting, it will be automatically cleared.

Otherwise, with modern tools, the three zombies will be hunted and killed in minutes.

"The storage space can only be used after activating the biochemical factory." Lu Chuan shook his head, regretting that he couldn't use this extremely exciting function now.

Since he can only be alone, he can only find a way in the end times.

Be careful, plus planning, Lu Chuan still has a lot of confidence. Even the way back, Lu Chuan thought about it, the magic of the biochemical factory is so solid, unless it is unlucky to get into a zombie like a tyrant, ordinary zombies can't break through the alloy wall around the biochemical factory. If there is any problem, hide. in a biochemical plant.

If not, go back to modern times.

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