Doomsday Super Farm

"You are such a...little cutie!" Li Tianran held it in for a long time, and finally stopped his urge to make fists with Hanhan, and could only comfort himself to Tong Yanwuji.

Hanhan fell asleep quickly, but Li Tianran couldn't sleep.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, Hanhan's words just now were like a thorn in his heart.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.

Since returning to the border from Myanmar, Li Tianran has been feeling a little uneasy. In the past, his opponents were all non-governmental organizations, but since the border crossing, he has successfully become a public enemy of the country.

If his identity is exposed, a harsher punishment than Song Zhibin's will be waiting for him.

"There are still five days until you have enough points to upgrade the shelter. During these five days, nothing will happen." Li Tianran was silent for a moment, his eyes flashed, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He thought of something and knew what he should do now.

…

Lu Chi was sitting in an abandoned bungalow that had not yet collapsed. He was leaning against the wall. The old stove in front of him was burning charcoal, rotten tree roots, etc.

Next to his right hand were the blood-stained hammer, a double-barreled musket, and a sharp steel knife. These were his trophies.

He squinted his eyes, and by the firelight, he took out a notebook stained with blood, and used half a pencil to write the word "正" crookedly on it.

On this page of the notebook, five characters for "正" have been written, and there is also a semi-"正" with only three strokes written on it.

"Twenty-eight..." Lu Chi bit the end of the pencil in his mouth, biting the tail of the pencil to make obvious tooth marks, and his brain was thinking rapidly.

In five days, he killed twenty-eight gangsters.

In this harsh environment, he set out alone with only a hammer, robbed many resources, and killed twenty-eight gangsters. So far, he is still alive and well!

His keen sense of battle is innate.

But he was not unscathed. There was a hideous wound under his left ribs. When he killed the twenty-eighth gangster, the other party fought back desperately and scratched him with a knife.

Fortunately, the opponent's attack method was to cut, not stab, otherwise Lu Chi might have gone to see the King of Hell with his lungs punctured.

Lu Chi was silent for a moment, then opened his thick coat, revealing the casually bandaged wounds underneath.

The sterile cloth used as gauze was soaked with blood, and Lu Chi did not find sterile tape. He used transparent tape to wrap the sterile cloth around the wound. The tape was tight enough to press the skin of the wound.

He should be kept alive so that he would not fall into coma or die due to excessive bleeding.

But this situation is also very dangerous. If the wound does not get anti-inflammation, it will soon rot. Once the infection reaches the internal organs, the person will be completely dead!

Lu Chi bit a towel in his mouth, slowly tore off the tape, and pulled the sterile cloth off the wound.

Severe pain stimulated him, and on such a cold night, all his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

The wound was ten centimeters long, and the skin on both sides was swollen. The innermost part was even purple-black, and blood mixed with pus flowed out from time to time. It looked extremely miserable.

Lu Chi rummaged through the backpack beside him for a long time and took out a bottle of medical alcohol. With trembling hands, he poured the alcohol into the bottle cap, then slowly approached the wound and poured it on.

"hiss!"

An extremely violent gasp sounded.

Lu Chi's eyes rolled up, he made a "wuwu" sound from his mouth, the veins in his neck popped out, and his body spasmed violently!

Boom boom boom!

Lu Chi hit the wall violently with his left hand to relieve the severe pain caused by alcohol.

Finally, the pain like a knife subsided. He took out some clean sterile cloth from his backpack again and wrapped it around his wound. This was considered to have completed the temporary treatment.

After finishing all this, he took out the braised chicken legs from the packaging bag, stabbed them with a dagger and roasted them on the fire.

He didn't control the heat well. The outside of the braised chicken legs was burnt, but the inside was still cold.

Lu Chi took a big bite of the chicken, poured the icy mineral water into his stomach, and let out a satisfied sigh.

After eating and drinking, Lu Chi covered himself with the military coat.

There were also mottled blood stains on the military coat, and there was also an unpleasant smell of gasoline, which Lu Chi had deliberately sprinkled on it.

In these ruins, there are still some tenacious imperfect beasts wandering around. Their sense of smell is very sensitive, and the smell of blood on Lu Chi's body can easily attract their attention.

For this reason, Lu Chi had to cut the gasoline pipes of some cars, leaving himself covered in this unpleasant smell.

Poor environment, poor food and clothing, injured body...

All this makes Lu Chi look like a wandering hungry ghost.

Not to mention compared to the life of everyone on the farm, even compared to the ordinary people in the shelter, Lu Chi's life was extremely difficult.

During these five days, Lu Chi also asked himself whether he regretted not leaving with Li Tianran directly. In this case, he would never have to endure such torture and pain.

But soon, Lu Chi told himself...I will never regret it!

All the suffering he endures now is just to get more in the future!

"My greatest value, I will personally prove it. I will never die in a place like this..." Lu Chi leaned in the corner, staring at the stove, the dancing flames reflected in his pupils.

He didn't know whether the flame came from the furnace or from deep inside his heart.

…

Late at night, Professor Nan knocked on the door of Yu Cheng's temporary residence with a anxious expression.

"Is something wrong?" Yu Cheng opened the door and asked.

"Deputy Commander Yu, I'm sorry to disturb you..." Professor Nan said a few polite words, then took out the file and handed it to Yu Cheng and said: "I am very urgent. I have a few questions about this case.

Ask you!"

Regarding this file, Professor Nan wanted to find Yang Yong before, but Yang Yong had already been sent to the front line, so Professor Nan could only run to Yucheng late at night.

"Cult case? Shooting case?" Yu Cheng looked at the file in Professor Nan's hand with a strange look in his eyes and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

"I..." Professor Nan was silent for a long time. After all, he still did not tell Yu Cheng the truth. He just said: "There is some information in it that is very important to me. I want to ask you about Li Tianran in this case. Who is he now?"

Where?"

Yu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you looking for Li Tianran?"

"Yes! Is he in the shelter now?" Professor Nan's voice trembled slightly.

"..." Yu Cheng was silent for a long time, handed the file back, and said in a low voice: "That's too unfortunate, I'm afraid you can't find him."

Professor Nan's heart skipped a beat and asked, "What, what?"

Yu Cheng took a deep breath and said, "Li Tianran...has been dead for a long time."