my skynet wife

Guo Zhenbei is not too worried about his home far away in the mountains. Most of the people who stay in the village are old people or children who are not old enough to go to school. The relatively tall courtyard walls in the countryside and the thousands of kilograms of wheat in cement urns at home are not worth mentioning.

There is no problem of starving to death even half a step away from home. The only thing he wants to know at this moment is what that quiet and peaceful mountain village will look like in such a terrifying apocalypse!

He put the remaining flour in a plastic bag. Apart from these, he mainly brought tools.

A very compact vise that can be fixed on the table. A few boxes of 50 saw blades, various files, a saw bow, a rod sharpener, and a good benchworker. You can do anything with these simple tools.

The spare bow arm was tied to the side of the backpack. Finally, he picked up something heavily wrapped in cloth. He was a little undecided as to whether he should put it in the backpack.

It was a folding pistol crossbow that he made using thin spring steel sheets (just take a look, this thing is really illegal). The reason why he was undecided was because he knew that this thing was illegal. If people knew about it, I'm afraid

He must be sentenced. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his mind.

"Go to hell, what time has this happened? There's no one to save me, and I don't care if he's breaking the law or not!"

In the first week of the crisis, national broadcasts could still be heard on the radio. But those contents were nothing more than comforting words, and none were more comforting than the following paragraph.

"Residents are asked to stay indoors and stock up on food and water as much as possible..."

"My heroic ** troops of the People's Liberation Army, in the battle to eliminate mutant zombies in ** City..."

On the fifth day after the latter paragraph made people feel some hope, everything was interrupted. Occasionally, on the small radio on the mobile phone, some radio stations could still hear distress broadcasts. In addition, all government

All communications are interrupted.

For this small crossbow, Guo Zhenbei used two chopsticks to make dozens of crossbow arrows. The arrowheads were a bit rough, and they were ground into triangles with a saw blade on a grinding wheel.

Paired with a laser pointer on a toy gun and a purchased LED tactical flashlight, it can easily shoot through a rabbit within 50 meters. Undoubtedly, compared with his 65-pound recurve glass bow, the lethality is much worse, but with

It's enough to shoot some small prey.

The last thing is a thick grinding wheel with a diameter of about 0 mm, which is not easy to find in his destination. There is also the nylon hammock he bought for 10 yuan, which is still strong after being used for a long time. He conveniently took a plate

I put the AA battery in my pocket and started to hang up my equipment.

He has been using the quiver he converted from a broken fishing gear bag for a long time. Even if he gets an imported quiver now, he may not replace it with this convenient broken bag. There are about 80 arrows in it, and there are some arrows on the outside.

In the small zippered bag, there was a roll of thin nylon rope and some other miscellaneous items.

Sling the quiver diagonally on the right side of the body to keep the arrows in a convenient position. Put on the backpack, tighten the backpack straps, and tie the backpack tightly to the stomach with a plastic rope.

Even though it was already noon, the basement was still in near absolute darkness. Turn on the LED tactical flashlight that used No. 7 batteries and was fixed under the arrow rest, and a beam of light illuminated the road ahead.

The steps under my feet were moving towards the basement door little by little. My eyes were fixed on the simple sight above the arrow rest, but my mouth was already gasping nervously. I was surprisingly nostalgic for this basement that was full of oil smell.

stand up.

"Huh... You should stay for a few more days. At least there is some food and water... You... have no future. Your mother is waiting for you at home!"

The hesitation in his heart made him hate himself for being a loser, but he mustered up the courage to take a big step forward. Guo Zhenbei gritted his teeth, stretched out a hand and gently opened the iron door of the basement.

At this moment, his heart was as nervous as being boiled by hot oil. He twisted the door handle and pulled open the door tremblingly. The engine oil dripping on the door shaft when he was preparing to leave did not disappoint him.

No sound came out.

He gritted his teeth and told himself something in his mind.

"If you die, you must die, and if you die, you must go home!"

As the door slowly opened, the low temperature outside rushed in along with the fresh air. The cold air lowered the temperature in his heart. He stopped and listened carefully. There was nothing in the entire garage.

The voice didn't even have that low, whimpering sound that sounded like crying.

Looking out from the iron door of the basement, you can see most of the yard at a glance. Of course, this has to exclude the paint room, workshop, and car repair room.

"Huh...wu..."

In the winter in the West, which has not yet snowed, the dry wind brought the sound of whimpering zombies in the city. There were no people in the yard, only some blood-stained shovels and iron rods.

The big tree in the yard stretched out its branches, which looked like dry arms. A few dead leaves swayed in the wind on the branches. Overlapping dead leaves on the ground covered every corner of the yard.

"This is not a good sign. There will definitely be a sound when you kick it!"

The steps under his feet were gentle. At this time, he began to be glad that he had no money. The shoes on his feet were made of rubber soles, cotton shoes that imitated sneakers, and they made no sound when walking. But if he stepped on dried leaves, it would undoubtedly sound like

It's like summoning zombies with appetites.

"There is no movement at all in the yard, which is not bad..."

He leaned against the wall and walked towards the corridor on the first floor step by step. He knew that as long as he left this courtyard, he would not be far from the edge of the city. This was also an important factor in his decision to escape. Although he went to college, he was still in the mountains.

He is quite familiar with the matter.

In small counties in the northwest mountainous areas, such repair shops are usually opened on the outskirts of urban areas. Guo Zhenbei guessed that as long as he can run into the mountains, he will be safe. Those mountain villages with small populations are certainly not as

The city is so dangerous.

"Crash... crash..."

The tense heartstrings were like a bow in his hand. Guo Zhenbei had just relaxed a little when he suddenly heard a sound. The sound made his heart shrink into a ball nervously again. The thin sound suddenly came with the sound of the wind, and he

My scalp felt numb, and the recurve bow in my hand had been stretched wide.

With wide eyes, trembling hands, and steps ready to escape back to the basement.

Guo Zhenbei knew in his heart that if he shot an arrow in this situation, he could guarantee 100% that he would not hit the target. Even though the span of this small yard was not even 15 meters.

"Crash... crash..."

The thin sound came again, and this time Guo Zhenbei was able to tell that it was just the sound of dead leaves sliding across the cement floor in the wind.

"What a thief, scare yourself and make you sweat!"

With a gentle breath, Guo Zhenbei tried his best to relax.

Then listen carefully to the sound of the wind, the creaking of the big trees in the wind, and the sound of dead leaves sliding across the ground. If it weren't for the smell of oil in the auto repair shop, it would feel like a cemetery at midnight. Although

The noon sun above our heads is emitting winter light without much heat.

"It doesn't look like a big problem, I'm leaving here!"

Feeling relieved, he took out another treasure he had prepared, a motorcycle rearview mirror, so that he could easily observe the situation around the corner.

The first floor is a series of rooms, including a financial room, a kitchen and a tool room. Normally, he should get more tools when he wants to return to the mountain village. But at this moment, he wants to leave, but he has already taken care of it.

Not that many.

He didn't even think of using those drink bottles and various oils to make some incendiary bombs to protect himself. At the moment, these are not things Guo Zhenbei is thinking about, the only thought in his mind is.

"I want to go home!"