Chapter 93: Shelter 7

At 9 a.m. on the 5th day, the system's mechanical sound announced, "There are 950 players, 2300 NPCs, and 18932 zombies left in the I22 shelter (the server where the players are)."
The scale of zombies has been reduced to the initial 38%.
But at this time, the residents could hardly hold on. Hunting for zombies for many days, the spar has not been obtained for a long time, there is no income in the family, but the stored food has been exhausted.
Seeing that they were about to starve to death, the residents questioned, "Can you really find spar by hunting zombies? Isn't it a lie?"
"How low is the probability of getting the spar? Every day the big guys can hunt thousands or even tens of thousands of zombies. Why didn't I see anyone exchanged for a hundred catties of rice?"
"I knew it a long time ago and I won't mix things up! Although searching around for supplies is tiring and hard, and can't make a fortune, at least I won't starve to death." Some people regretted not.
But the supporters responded unceremoniously, "If you can't get the spar yourself, you just say that they are a liar, 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 traded. Why didn’t you see anyone changing to a hundred catties of rice? Let you see! Are you not afraid of recruiting thieves!"
"Don't say anything else, my neighbor moved several bags of rice into the house while it was dark, sneaking like a thief. Who doesn't know? At first glance, the character broke out and won the big prize."
"If you have time to be jealous of people’s good fortune, it’s better to learn from others’ diligence. As far as I know, lucky people spend 14 hours a day hunting and killing zombies, at least ten or more. On the surface, it’s good luck. , But they actually deserve it."
Pouring a large bowl of poisonous chicken soup, the opponents were directly confused.
My neighbors, my teammates, my aunt, my uncle... it sounds as if many people have already traded for 100 catties of rice, and only a handful of them cannot.
Why did anyone fail to hand in good luck? Because it's not hard enough. In other words, you have worked hard, but the effort is not enough.
But how hard is enough? No one can answer this question. Probably...until the day you get the spar.
Su Lianlin watched on the sidelines, quietly watching this group of people fool around. My neighbors, my teammates, my aunt, my uncle... There are many cases, but none of them are their own experiences. Because no one is stupid enough to get angry and tell others that they have a lot of food in their home.
In fact, the biggest difficulty for a scam to run successfully is that the lucky ones receive the prize.
The gang in white coats just wanted to exterminate the zombies, by the way they sold the vitality agent at a high price in exchange for necessary materials, and would never give away a very limited amount of vitality agent freely.
So far, only one energizer has been drunk. Because that is a necessary investment in order to let the onlookers witness the effect of the medicine. The second and third lucky winners must be their own. The medicine seems to be given out, but it is in the hands of his own family. The first lucky person is obviously also an ally, deliberately giving up the potion, to provide a legitimate reason for teammates to test the drugs in public.
However, there are only a few people in the team, and they have to pretend to be scientific researchers. The manpower is really not enough, and there are no more strange faces to be lucky. It is also unrealistic to go out and hire strangers. Once someone leaks, the scam will not continue, and the team of scammers will be chased by angry people.
So, they chose another plan-with rhythm to control public opinion.
It's not that there will be no lucky people later, but people are very cautious and secretly trade behind.
There are a lot of residents who have changed to 100 catties of rice, but the general public has no news, so I don’t know.
Not finding the spar is not working hard enough by itself and cannot blame others.
...
In this way, things can be explained.
Su Han looked around and was very curious about how many of the supporters were hired, how many of them saw through the scam, deliberately lied, how many were with the white coat, deliberately brought rhythm, and how many were deceived, As a result, I also deceived myself.
Unfortunately, it is impossible to tell from the surface.
Among the opponents, some began to waver.
At this time, new news came out, "The caravan in the sanctuary heard that the spar can produce medicines to treat the virus, and is determined to help. At present, ten teams of ten have been sent to clean up the zombies. I believe it will be soon There will be gains."
So the opponents closed their mouths tightly. In their opinion, the caravan must go out hunting only after researching and confirming that the spar can be made into medicine. The reason why they did not find the spar may really be because of bad luck.
Thinking of this, no one dared to say more, bowed their heads and left.
The crisis was lifted, but there was no joy on the face of the white coat, but his face was particularly solemn, as if he had a foreboding that a storm was coming.
At the same time, Su Han frowned. There are so many people in the caravan. If you find nothing after hunting for two or three days, you will definitely realize that there is a problem. What the caravan will do then is hard to say.

In the circle of the shelter, the figures in the wooden house swayed, and the sound of arguments occasionally sounded. However, both parties in the dispute deliberately control the volume to avoid drawing attention.
"The caravan sent someone to clean up the zombies. Within three days, you must find that there is no so-called spar at all. What are you going to do?" The man in a white coat named Qin Mo wrinkled his brows into the word "Chuan" in his heart. Restless.
"What's the rush?" the lazy male voice sounded, "So far, everything is under control."
"Nothing else, the situation will soon get out of control!" At this moment, Qin Mo had no lonely and arrogant disguise, and there was a sense of anxiety in his words.
"Isn't there two or three days left?" The lazy male voice didn't take it seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Mo barely calmed down. He suggested, "The plan can't keep up with the changes. Give up the original idea. The time is too tight to eliminate all the zombies and make another trade. Under the current situation, immediately trade, and then quickly leave the shelter and find other The best policy is to hide from the limelight."
"Thank you for your suggestion, but I will figure it out." The lazy male voice followed.
Qin Mo was completely speechless.

Not far from the shelter, Yuan Yuan frowned and leaned against the big rock. He felt a great pain, and suddenly cold sweat broke out.
Her face was pale, and there was a faint smell of corruption from the wound on her arm, and she was obviously seriously injured.
"Sister, drink water." The little girl filled a clay jar with water and ran all the way.
"Cough cough." Yuan Yuan coughed for a while, then said slowly, "Don't waste your energy. I was scratched by a zombie, and I am destined to die."
Her voice was hoarse, and she spoke extremely slowly, seemingly strenuous.
"No, you will definitely get better." As she spoke, the little girl began to cry.
Yuan Yuan knew that the residents were keen to hunt zombies recently, and several of them were accidentally scratched and eventually all died. She is also coming soon, it's just a matter of time.
"Shut up and listen to me carefully." She deliberately pretended to be fierce. "After you get the food, you must stuff it into your stomach as soon as possible so that you won't be robbed. Look at people first. If you don't feel like a good person ,for sure……"
After swallowing hard, he continued, "You must avoid it. Be careful, there are too many bad people outside."
"Sister, don't talk, just rest a while." The little girl cried out of breath.
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 must try to live, knowing ?"
Then she gritted her teeth, barely cheered up, and continued to tell the rules of survival in the last days.
After a while, Yuan Yuan finally finished what he wanted to say. She leaned on the rock and gasped, obviously tired.
"Drink water." The little girl moved the clay pot close again.
This time, Yuan Yuan did not refuse.
Soon, the clay pot bottomed out. The little girl hurriedly stood up, "I'll fill some more water and wait for me."
After speaking, left in a hurry.
Yuan Yuan only felt that his vision began to blur, his mind buzzed, and reason might pull away from his body at any time.
She laughed bitterly, and muttered, "Didn't I warn you just now that the last days can't tolerate bad intentions?"
"When you encounter people scratched by zombies, you must stay as far away as possible. Because at some point, they will become irrational monsters."
"After talking a lot, how much did I remember..."
She still remembered her sister in her heart, but Yuan Yuan knew very well that if she didn't leave, she might lose her mind in the next second and personally hurt the only relative in the world.
Struggling to stand up, Yuan Yuan swayed, moving away from the shelter.

In the wild, a team of twenty people is cleaning up zombies. They were wearing black uniforms, shooting shots, throwing grenades and throwing grenades, and they cooperated fairly well.
An old man in a white protective suit watched enthusiastically, muttering, "Hey, I know for the first time that there is a spar in the mind of a zombie. I really want to see what it looks like."
"Old Jiang, you should stay away and be careful of accidental injuries." Next to him, Assistant Wang wearing black-rimmed glasses persuaded with all his heart, "You are a medical master and a treasure of the world. There must be no mistakes!"
"Just take a look, nothing will happen." The old man wouldn't listen.
Assistant Wang's persuasion was invalid, so he had to go with him.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang gave a "Huh" and said, "What is that?"
Assistant Wang looked around, only to find a person lying on the ground not far away.
"Come here! Protect Lao Jiang!" Assistant Wang made a decisive decision and shouted loudly.
Old Jiang felt that the assistant made a fuss. But he also knew that the other party couldn't help it. In case something happens, the assistant is fully responsible, so he doesn't dare to neglect.
Hearing that, the bodyguards gathered around and surrounded Lao Jiang in the middle.
Old Jiang reluctantly reminded, "Don't surround me! Send someone over to see what is going on with the person on the ground."
Someone went to check it immediately, and returned to report the situation after a while, "It's a little girl, about seven or eight years old. There is a wound on her arm and it exudes a decayed smell. Her lips are blue and her face is pale. It should have been attacked by a zombie."
As we all know, after being attacked by a zombie, one will either die or become a zombie. This person fell into a coma, only one step away from death.
"It's a pitiful young age." Old Jiang sighed softly. After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand, "Take it home, I just need a sample for research."