Chapter 88: Shelter 2

After half an hour, Su Han, who had been walking for a long time but saw nothing, began to doubt life. She almost thought she had returned to the desert instance, no matter how she walked, the surrounding scenery had not changed much.
At this moment, she smelled the scent of bacon.
Su Han moved in his heart, and couldn't help but walk along the way.
Intermittent conversations came from a distance--
"Ah puck. This cake is dry and rough, and...it makes my throat sore."
"You are used to it! Don't eat if you can't eat it!"
"Eat the cake in your mouth, drink some blisters and soak it... When you close your eyes, don't you swallow it?"
"It's unpalatable, it's so unpalatable! This is going to be placed half a year ago, I just throw this cake into the trash can, never look at it too much."
"Be patient... the income is good. When we go back, you can drink spicy food and enjoy it!"
"Blow. The income is okay, but it's slightly better than usual. What is fragrant and spicy? Does your house have a mine?"
"I said, how do you eat alone? If you eat bacon alone, won't your conscience hurt?!"
"Not at all. Each member only has one serving of bacon. You ate your portion early. What's my business?"
"Hey, You……"
The closer you are, the clearer the other party’s conversation.
When the distance was seven or eight meters, Su Han specifically cleared his throat to remind the other party of his own existence.
"Who?!"
In the next second, two pistols and a sniper rifle aimed at Su Han. Another person didn't draw his gun, but lowered his face and asked in a low voice.
Su Han glanced and reacted immediately. This is a four-person team, three of whom are armed with firearms, and the other is a driver, who is responsible for driving.
At this moment, a van was parked beside the four of them, and it looked like they were getting off to eat.
Su Han raised his hands and said in a calm tone, "I didn't have any malicious intentions, I just happened to be passing by."
A five-and-three rough man looked at Su Han vigilantly and scanned behind her back and forth. I looked around for a long time and found nothing. So he spoke slowly, "Just you?"
"Yes, just me." Su Han nodded calmly.
"What's the matter?" The man went straight to the subject.
"I'm lost." Su Han was expressionless, "After walking for a long time, I can only see a wasteland. There is no shelter, no people, no houses." There is not even a green plant.
The man said impatiently, "I'm not interested in why you are here, just get out of here if it's okay."
Now is the end of the world. He can't even manage his own food and clothing problems, and he has no extra compassion to give to others.
However, Su Han never had naive ideas. I saw her using the tone of business negotiation, business affairs and honest, "You have a car, right? If I want to hitchhike to the shelter, what price do I have to pay?"
Rather than wandering around in the wilderness and "surprise" encounters with zombies from time to time, she felt that she still obeyed the call of fate and honestly went to the shelter to stay.
As for if the other party was malicious... Su Han lowered his eyes, then killed them, grabbed the car and drove it by himself, it would be a little troublesome if no one led the way.
The bullets are plentiful, the stamina is super high, the portable storage is equipped with grenades, and the gathering of many hole cards shows that Su Han has no fear on his face.
The four looked at each other, not understanding where the woman in front of them was emboldened. She didn't even carry a backpack on her, and she looked ding-dong poor.
The man said with a thick throat, "It's not impossible to give you a ride, but are you sure you can pay the starting price? We don't choose either. Food, water, daily necessities, and medicine can all be paid for."
Su Han thought, to tell you, I have all these supplies. However, although you are not afraid to cause trouble, you can avoid it if you can.
Su Han reached into his trouser pocket, took out two pieces of soap after a long time, and said seriously, "This is the handmade soap I made."
Four people, "!!!"
After the unknown virus broke out, survivors rushed to take refuge, and all factories were shut down. As a result, the necessities of life became less and less used, and even out of stock.
Occasionally, people search around and find some living supplies that have not been taken away, but that is only a drop in the bucket, far from satisfying the demand.
In today's world, there are practical crafts that are very popular and popular! At least the guy knew that a caravan in the shelter had accidentally found a lot of raw materials, and was looking for baker, soap maker, chef and other craftsmen.
The man's expression turned serious, and his attitude immediately became friendly, "Is he going to the shelter? No problem! Just on the way."
"Are two pieces of soap enough for travel expenses?" Su Han asked.
The man nodded repeatedly, "Enough is enough."
"That's good." Su Han handed out the soap, then found a seat nearby.
The four-person team continued to bite hard and bitterly.
Su Han looked left, looked right, and couldn't help asking, "Isn't it okay to eat while driving? Why should I stop and rest?" Isn't he afraid of zombies?
The man replied, "Because you are driving a classic car, it will turn off every twenty minutes."
Su Han, "..."
It turns out that these guys stopped here unintentionally.
A quarter of an hour later, the four of them finished their meal. The classic car had enough rest, and finally showed compassion and went back to work.
Su Han sat in the passenger seat, endured the bumps and misfires of the classic car several times, and finally managed to reach the shelter two hours later.
When she arrived at the destination, she couldn't help frowning deeply just as she looked at her surroundings seriously.
The style of the so-called shelter is quite peculiar. At the very center is a plot of land, surrounded by wooden fences. Inside the fence, many wooden houses are neatly arranged. There is an exit at the front and rear, guarded by heavy soldiers.
Outside the fence, thatched huts and tents are mixed, like buildings built at random, without paying attention to the rules. Some houses are still upright, but some are in dilapidated condition, unable to cover the wind and rain.
As Su Han came to the shelter for the first time, the man took the initiative to explain, "The inner circle is called the inner circle, which is specially designed for rich people. Living in the inner circle, you must pay daily expenses such as protection and housing fees. "
"Entrance and exit are guarded. Even if you just go in and come out soon, you have to pay tolls."
"In contrast, the housing cost in the outer circle is much cheaper. If you have a tight hand, you can choose to share with others."
Out of the mentality of deliberate friendship, the man explained patiently.
Su Han nodded and replied, "Okay, I see, thank you very much." She wanted to give an extra piece of soap, but thinking that the behavior was too eye-catching and might cause unnecessary trouble, so she dismissed the idea.
"Get in touch more when you have time." Finally, he greeted, and the man took his brothers and left.
When he was far away, one of the brothers lowered his voice and asked inexplicably, "Really?" He let go of the fat sheep casually, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep tonight.
The man snorted coldly, "People are craftsmen, and they don't stock up on a large batch of goods. Can you force them to make soap? It's better to maintain a good relationship first, and if you want to ask for something later, it's easy to talk."
"Hey..." the other person was downcast and couldn't help feeling, "You said that before the end of the world, why didn't I expect to learn craftsmanship! If I can make handmade soaps and cook, I will be engaged in dangerous industries. Do you live with your head tied to your trouser belt every day? I have stayed in the shelter for a long time!"
"Why don't you say, learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, and travel all over the world without fear?" The man sighed and hated that he hadn't studied well before.

Su Han stayed in place to observe the movements of the residents of the shelter, and only studied for a while before reacting-the real shelter is only the inner circle, that is, inside the fence.
If the starting price is set by the player, you can easily enter the center and enjoy VIP treatment. On weekdays, there are not only NPC escorts for safety, but also good wooden houses to live in.
If the supplies are not abundant, bad luck will happen. Players must venture out to collect supplies and always guard against attacks from zombies. The place of residence (outer circle) is mixed with people and snakes. When it's not easy, someone will stabbing in the dark.
The difference in treatment is as wide as heaven and hell.
Su Han was immersed in his thoughts, and at this moment, there was a loud noise in his ears, "Look here, look at this side. Very big news, there is a very low probability that a finger-sized spar will appear in the mind of a zombie. The spar can be used as three bottles of potion, and after drinking it, it will be completely immune to unknown viruses!"
"How can a spar grow in the mind of a zombie? There should be a limit to nonsense."
"Extremely low chance? How low is it?"
"It's a lie to hear. If you have idle time to lie, it is better to do more serious things, boring!"
A guy in a white coat and gold glasses who looked like a scientific researcher wandered over. He spoke slowly, with a rather cold voice, "Believe it or not. I'll leave it here, buy a spar at a high price, one can be exchanged for 100 catties of rice. As long as someone can take out the spar I want, yes Change as much as you want!"
People will be suspicious, "Really?"
But the price of a hundred catties of rice is really attractive, even if someone is tempted.
The survivors at this time only have the idea of ​​"how to hoard supplies" and "how to hoard more supplies". As for zombies, no one wants to bother. Unless they are surrounded by a group of zombies when searching for supplies and have to clear a road, most people would rather escape to avoid fighting.
But now, there may be a spar in the zombie's head, which provides a wonderful reason for the survivors to take the initiative to fight the zombies-a spar can be exchanged for 100 catties of rice! Want.
People are floating.
Some surviving residents thought that it would be okay to try if they were free.
Su Lianlin watched and watched these people acting quietly. It is said that there is a spar in the head of a zombie. The spar can be made into a potion, and after drinking it, it can be immune to unknown viruses. To say this specifically, is nothing more than to coax the survivors to fight against the zombies.
In the server, there are 1,000 players, 4,000 NPCs, and 50,000 zombies. According to preliminary calculations, as long as each person kills ten zombies, the group of zombies in the copy will be cleaned up.
But in actual operation, it is not that simple. The survivors tried their best to avoid confronting the zombies; many of the 5,000 people were logisticians who had no fighting ability themselves; the fewer people involved in the battle, the greater the pressure on everyone and the more zombies that needed to be killed. For this reason, Su Han did not plan to take this road head-on at first.
The author has something to say: Zhong Rui: Even after arriving at the asylum, the little partner still didn’t think about finding someone-_-

Q: Why is it a scam?
Su Han replied: Spicy chicken game, how can you tell me how to make the antidote on the first day? What kind of unknown virus is that called?