Games Survive Without Boundaries
Shelters 7

At 9am on the 5th day, the mechanical sound of the system announced,

"There are 950 players, 2,300 NPCs, and 18932 zombies left in the I22 shelter (the server where the players are located)."

The zombie scale has been reduced to an initial 38.

But at the moment, people can barely survive. Zombie hunting for days, spars had long been unobtainable, there was no income in the family, but the stored food was up.

Seeing that they were going to starve to death, the citizens asked, "Can you really find a spar by hunting zombies? Isn't that a lie?"

"How low is the chance of getting spar? Every day great people could hunt thousands or even tens of thousands of zombies. Why don't I see someone exchanging a hundred catties of rice?"

"I've known it for a long time and I won't mix it up! Although searching for supplies was exhausting and difficult, and could not make much money, at least I would not starve to death." Some people have no regrets.

But supporters responded without further ado, "If you can't get your own spar, you're just saying that they're liars, and that's too bad, right?"

"In the beginning, there was no experience, and the lucky ones who got the spar would trade under the public. Later, people learned to behave and secretly trade. Why don't you see someone replacing a hundred catties of rice? Take look! Aren't you afraid of recruiting thieves! "

"Don't say anything else, my neighbor moved a few sacks of rice into the house when it was dark, sneaking around like a thief. Who doesn't know? At first glance, the character broke and won a big prize."

"If you have time to envy the good fortune of people, it is better to learn from the perseverance of others. As far as I know, lucky people spend 14 hours a day hunting and killing zombies, at least ten or so. On the surface, it was luck, but actually they deserved it. "

Pouring a large bowl of poisonous chicken soup, the opponent was instantly bewildered.

His neighbor, his teammates, his aunt, his uncle.It sounds like a lot of people have exchanged 100 catties of rice, and only a handful of them can't.

Why does anyone fail to give you luck? Because it's not hard enough. In other words, he had worked hard, but that effort had not been enough.

But how hard is that? No one can answer this question. Maybe .. until he gets his spare.

Su Han watched on the sidelines, silently watching this group of people play around. There are many cases, but none of them is their own experience. Because no one is stupid enough to get angry and tell others they have plenty of food in their home.

In fact, the biggest difficulty to run a scam successfully is that those who are lucky receive a reward.

The white-robed gang only wanted to exterminate the zombies, in a way they sold the vitality agents at a high price in exchange for the necessary ingredients, which they had, and it will never give the agent a very limited amount of vitality freely.

So far, only one energizer has been drunk. Because it is a necessary investment for the audience to witness the effects of the drug. The second and third lucky winners must be their own, the cure seems to have been given, but it is in the hands of his own family.

The lucky first person was obviously also an ally, deliberately giving up the potion, to provide a legitimate excuse for teammates to test drugs in public.

However, there were very few people on the team, and they had to pretend to be scientific researchers. Human power is not enough, and there are no lucky faces.

It is also unrealistic to go out and hire a stranger. Once someone leaks, the scam will not continue, and the team of con artists will be chased by angry people.

So, they chose another plan - with a rhythm to control public opinion.

It was not that there would be no lucky ones later, but people were very cautious and secretly trading behind.

There were a lot of citizens who had replaced 100 catties of rice, but the general public had no news, so he had no idea.

Not finding a spar does not work hard enough on its own and cannot blame others.

...

In this way, things can be explained.

Su Han looked around and was very curious as to how many supporters were hired, how many looked through the scam, deliberately lied, how many in white suits, purposely carrying a rhythm, he said, and how many were deceived, and he deceived himself.

Unfortunately, it is impossible to tell from the surface.

Among the opponents, some started to falter.

Right now, new news is coming out, "Come in the shelter to hear that spars can produce drugs to treat the virus, and be determined to help. Currently, ten teams of ten had been dispatched to clear the zombies. I'm sure it'll happen soon. There will be benefits. "

So the opponent shut his mouth tightly. In their opinion, the caravan had to go hunting only after researching and making sure that the fangs could be made into medicine. The reason why they did not find such spars was probably really due to misfortune.

Thinking of this, no one dared to speak more, lowered their heads and left.

The crisis had lifted, but there was no excitement on the white coat's face, but his face was very serious, as if he had a premonition that a storm was coming.

At the same time, Su Han frowned. There were so many people in the caravan. If he had found nothing after hunting for two or three days, he would have surely realized that there was a problem. What the caravan was going to do was hard to say.

**

In the circle of the shelter, the figures inside the wooden house swayed, and sometimes there was the sound of fighting. However, both sides of the dispute deliberately controlled the volume to avoid attention.

"The caravan sent someone to clean up the zombies. In three days, you should find that there is no such thing as a spar at all. What are you gonna do?" Uneasily.

"What's the rush?" The lazy male voice sounded, "So far, everything is under control."

“Nothing else, the situation will soon spiral out of control!” At this moment, Qin Mo did not have a lonely and arrogant disguise, and there was a sense of anxiety in his words.

“Isn't there still two or three more days?” The lazy man's voice did not take him seriously.

“Thank you for your suggestion, but I'll find out.” The voice of the lazy man followed.

Qin Mo was completely speechless.

**

Not far from the shelter, Yuan Yuan frowned and leaned against the boulder, he felt a tremendous pain, and suddenly cold sweat came out.

His face was pale, and there was a faint smell of damage from the wound on his arm, and he was clearly severely injured.

“Silver, drink water.” The little girl filled the clay jug with water and ran all the way.

“Cough cough.” Yuan Yuan coughed for a moment, then said slowly, “Don't waste your energy. I was clawed by zombies, and I was destined to die.”

His voice was raucous, and he spoke very slowly, it seemed heavy.

“No, you will definitely get better.” As he spoke, the little girl started to cry.

Yuan Yuan knew that the residents had recently been fond of hunting zombies, and some of them accidentally scratched and ended up all dead. He will also be coming soon, it's only a matter of time.

“Shut up and listen to me carefully.” He deliberately pretended to be fierce. “After you get the food, you should put it in your stomach as soon as possible so that you do not get robbed. Look at those guys first. If you don't feel like a good person, of course……"

After gulping, he continued, "You should avoid it. Be careful, outside too many bad guys."

“Sister, don't talk, take a break.” The little girl was crying.

Yuan Yuan said, "Just because I can't be happy, I have to teach you all the knowledge in my head. Listen obediently, and remember as much as you can. Even if you are alone, you should try to live, knowing ? "

Then he gritted his teeth, barely happy, and continued to tell the rules of survival in the last days.

After a while, Yuan Yuan finally finished what he wanted to say. He leaned against the rock and gasped, clearly tired.

“Minum water.” The little girl brought the clay pot closer together again.

This time, Yuan Yuan did not refuse.

Soon, the clay pot was exhausted. The little girl hurriedly stood up, "I'll fill the water again and wait for me."

After speaking, leave in a hurry.

Yuan Yuan only felt that his vision was starting to blur, his mind was buzzing, and sense could move away from his body at any moment.

He laughed bitterly, and muttered, "Don't I just warn you that the last days can't tolerate bad intentions?"

"When you meet a zombie-clawed person, you should stay as far away as possible. Because at some point, they would become irrational monsters."

"After much talk, how much do I remember ..."

He still remembered his sister in his heart, but Yuan Yuan knew very well that if he didn't leave, he did, he might lose his mind the next second and personally hurt the only relative in the world.

Struggling to stand, Yuan Yuan swayed, moving away from the shelter.

**

In the wild, a team of twenty people was cleaning up zombies. They were wearing black uniforms, shooting, throwing grenades and throwing grenades, and they worked together pretty well.

An old man in a white protective suit watched enthusiastically, muttering, "Hey, for the first time I know that there is a debate in the zombie's mind. I really want to see what it looks like."

“Old Jiang, you should stay away and be careful of accidental injuries.” Next to him, the bespectacled black-framed Assistant Wang persuaded with all his heart, “You are a medical expert and a treasure of the world. No mistakes!”

“Try see, nothing will happen.” The old man did not listen.

Assistant Wang's persuasion was invalid, so he had to go with her.

Unexpectedly, Master Jiang gave "Huh" and said, "What is that?"

Assistant Wang looked around, only to find someone lying on the ground not far away.

"Come here! Protect Lao Jiang!" Assistant Wang made a firm decision and shouted loudly.

Old Jiang felt that the assistant was making a fuss. But he also knew that the other party couldn't help it. If anything happened, the assistant took full responsibility, so he did not dare to be negligent.

Hearing that, the bodyguards gathered and surrounded Lao Jiang in the middle.

Old Jiang reluctantly reminded, "Don't surround me! Send someone to see what's going on with the guy on the ground."

Someone immediately checked and returned to report her condition after a while, "She's a little girl, about seven or eight years old. There was a wound on his arm and it smelled bad. Her lips were blue and her face was pale. It was supposed to be attacked by zombies."

As we all know, after being attacked by a zombie, someone will die or become a zombie. This person is in a coma, just a step away from death.

“It's a sad young age.” Old Jiang sighed softly. After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand, "Take home, I just need a sample for research."