With Wang Qiang's instant noodles support, everyone's dinner was finally settled.

Hu Xiaodong did not, as Tang Xiaoquan feared, ask Wang Qiang why he took out the supplies at this time. Perhaps the latter had already guessed the reason in his heart, but because of the face of the two teams, he did not mention it.

That’s all.

Lin Bo quickly steamed the lumps of instant noodles out of the pot and brought them over. The fragrant noodles undoubtedly made the survivors who had only half-full at noon salivate and gastric juices flow.

According to Hu Xiaodong's instructions, Lin Bo cooked all the remaining 6 handfuls of instant noodles. In other words, the survivors at this time were really at the end of their rope, and it was precisely this move of risking death to survive.

This means that they have no other choice but to risk their lives and fight tomorrow.

Steaming noodles, starry sky, and if you put aside the flesh-eating zombies at the bottom of the building, the open-air roof is really a warm scene.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to gather together for a meal, the survivors once again discussed the food moving plan they had drawn up in the morning, paying attention to what should be paid attention to, reminding what should be reminded, detailing it to the point, and assigning responsibilities to each person.

After all, everyone understands that if tomorrow's battle is successful, it means that they can stay on the roof of the building safely for a long time in the future, without having to worry about three meals a day.

But if it fails, then...

"Lu Rui, the defense task on the roof tomorrow will be up to you alone. If there is any emergency, take Lin Bo and Hu Zi to escape. In addition," he took out a gun from his pocket.

Hu Xiaodong placed the black marking pen in front of Lu Rui:

"Take this marking pen and remember to use it to leave the direction of your actions when you escape. This will make it easier for us to go back and meet you."

Lu Rui lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the marking pen lying horizontally on the ground, smiled foolishly and snorted, and then said in a weak and long tone: "Yes, Boss Hu!"

Seeing his eccentric appearance, everyone showed expressions of disgust.

Of course Hu Xiaodong was no exception, but since he had to rely on this bastard to protect Lin Bo and Hu Zi Niang tomorrow, he could only bite the tip of his teeth and resist the thought of scolding the latter.

6 packs of instant noodles obviously could not satisfy the needs of a few strong young men. They almost finished the pot full of noodles in the blink of an eye.

In order to prevent everyone from having gastrointestinal discomfort due to the spiciness of the soup and affecting the food moving plan for the next day, Lin Bo deliberately did not add the seasonings that come with the noodles when cooking.

Even so, it still couldn't stop the guys from eating all the sweets in the noodle pot.

After finishing dinner and taking a short rest, Wu fetched two decks of playing cards from the tent. Judging from the dirty and wrinkled cards, they had been playing with these two decks of playing cards a lot on weekdays.

"Come on, come on, let's get started, Landlord or eighty points?" Wang Qiang reached out to pick up the cigarettes on the ground, and while giving them to everyone, he called Wu to shuffle the cards quickly.

It has to be said that his carefree character is undoubtedly very friendly when it comes to interacting with strangers. At least from the current relationship with the other team, only Wang Qiang and a few people on the other team are quite familiar with each other.

After watching everyone play for a few times in boredom, Tang Xiaoquan quickly lost interest.

It's not that he doesn't know how to play, or that he despises such games, it's just that he doesn't like the atmosphere of people gathering together and arguing, so he quickly left in boredom.

After returning to the tent, Tang Xiaoquan did not rest. After burning out the cigarette in his hand, he immediately took out the pen and paper in his bag.

He was going to record what he saw, heard and felt in the near future, and as for the purpose of doing so:

One is to relieve emotions and regulate stress.

Secondly, if he died, it would be a way for his family to know what he had gone through in the future.

As for the three stories, it is to sum up experience. After all, a good memory is not as good as a bad writing. After several battles with zombies, Tang Xiaoquan already has some opinions about these beasts.

So taking advantage of the rare calm tonight, he planned to record it quickly to prevent it from being missed in the future.

At the beginning of the page, he wrote July 8, 2036, "Qing" and several other words related to the date and weather. As this text was written, Tang Xiaoquan's thoughts immediately returned to the apocalyptic explosion that he would never forget.

night.

It is said that only those who have stories can write stories. This is true at all. After nearly a week of life and death experience, Tang Xiaoquan, who rarely writes, also realized what it means to write like a god.

When he drew the last period mark and looked back at the dense text on the entire page, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

But this is just a diary after all. No matter how frightened you are, it can only express your feelings and cannot change anything.

So Tang Xiaoquan quickly adjusted his mood and put all the sorrows of the past out of his mind.

Because he has a more important thing to do next, which is to summarize his views on zombies.

He brushed through the relevant information. This time, Tang Xiaoquan did not write as eloquently as before. After thinking for a long time, he carefully put down the pen.

Zombie characteristics:

1. Listening.

The reason why this point is recorded as the first characteristic is mainly due to the painful lessons of attracting large numbers of zombies due to sound several times.

Although he is currently unable to determine whether the zombies' visual system has deteriorated, compared to their vision, the hearing of these beasts has definitely been greatly strengthened under the influence of the virus.

2. Blind obedience.

There is no doubt that the intelligence of zombies has degraded to the point where it is worse than that of children, and it is precisely this low level of intelligence that makes them accustomed to following the actions of their companions.

Three, there is no emotion.

Regarding this point, Tang Xiaoquan came to a preliminary conclusion based on Hu Xiaodong's five kills in the morning. After all, if zombies had feelings, how could they watch their companions fall beside them and remain indifferent.

After writing these three major points, Tang Xiaoquan listed some smaller notes. After finishing all these, he closed the book with satisfaction and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"The situation is unclear, the pair goes first, 1 versus 9!"

"md, a pair of 2!"

"Wu, if you don't want to blow him up yet, your four heads are ready to cover the baby's chicks!"

The quarrel outside the tent was still going on. Tang Xiaoquan shook his head to himself, then opened the curtain and walked out.

Subconsciously, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky. A large silver plate hung high on the ceiling, and bright moonlight shone on the ground.

Tang Xiaoquan could no longer remember the last time he admired the moon, but the beautiful scenery still made him murmur: "It's so beautiful!"

After sighing with emotion, Tang Xiaoquan withdrew his gaze again, and when he scanned the entire roof again, a black figure huddled in the corner caught his attention...
Chapter completed!