Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Zombie world, meeting room.

The white owl flew half a circle in the room.

Qi Hancai, whose vision was shared, opened her mouth wide, her face full of disbelief, "I can see the owl's perspective, I see myself, this..., I have awakened a new ability?"

Wu Heng sat aside, looking at Qi Hancai who exclaimed from time to time, and smiled and said: "This is the benefit of using the professional scroll. You can also understand it as the scroll helping you awaken your ability. If you practice diligently in the future, you will have other abilities."

Qi Hancai's expression was still surprised.

But she also understood what Wu Heng meant.

This was not the ability she awakened, but the ability provided to her by the professional scroll last time.

There was no need to take any corpse cores or potions, just tearing open a scroll, and she had a new ability!

Corpse cores can also be explained as changing genes, but tearing the scroll is too exaggerated.

Moreover, according to Wu Heng, as long as you train diligently, you can awaken new abilities later.

It is still sustainable.

He glanced at Wu Heng quietly.

She was glad that she had chosen the right person.

The little owl fell into her arms, and Qi Hancai held it carefully, "So, this little guy is mine?"

The contract was established.

Tamed animals also have a kind of dependence on their masters.

The little owl now behaves very close to Qi Hancai, and it is no longer curled up like at the beginning.

"It's yours, give it a name!" Wu Heng said.

Qi Hancai held the small owl, looked at it carefully, and said: "White, let's call it Tangyuan from now on!"

"It sounds nice."

Qi Hancai smiled, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Wu Heng smiled.

Qi Hancai held the little owl, looked at it carefully, and looked at it with love.

Wu Heng looked at the time, and then said: "Let someone prepare a car, I have to go to the garment factory."

"You go by yourself? I'll drive you there." Qi Hancai said.

"No need, I'll let the skeleton drive over to take a look and come back, it won't take long." Wu Heng said directly.

Qi Hancai didn't say much, picked up the intercom and started to give orders.

Then the two walked out of the meeting room and stood at the door waiting for two or three minutes.

A truck drove over.

After changing the driver, Wu Heng took the skeleton attendant to get in the car and drove directly out of the factory.

Go to the garment factory.

...

The area around the garment factory was cleaned up.

All the snow and debris were cleared away.

Wu Heng led the skeleton into the factory, where a lot of skeletons gathered and arranged.

Two strange machine masters were responsible for comparing drawings and recording equipment, and the remaining skeletons were ordinary skeletons learning to use equipment.

Walked around the factory.

Let the electrician skeleton cut off the power, and Wu Heng opened the boundary gate through the factory gate.

Walked into the boundary gate and went to the island owner's manor.

Leaving the manor, he went to the factory built on Treasure Island.

Open the boundary gate again to connect the factories of the two worlds.

"Move the equipment in, be careful, don't damage it." Wu Heng ordered.

The skeletons that had been prepared long ago began to act.

Move all the packed equipment into the boundary gate.

Wu Heng considered the establishment of the factory for two days and still chose the other world.

Here, Wu Heng can purchase cloth raw materials for production.

If the factory is still set up in the zombie world, the purchased materials need to be sent to the zombie world through the boundary gate.

If the factory continues to increase in the future, Wu Heng may not have to do anything.

Deliver various materials to the two worlds every day.

It is more convenient here.

Moving equipment is the most laborious. After settling down, material procurement and finished product sales will be convenient.

The skeletons were busy for a while, and the clothing factory in the zombie world was moved away.

Wu Heng asked the skeleton mechanic to assemble it, and the electrician skeleton was responsible for connecting the lines.

He returned to Treasure Island.

After all, he couldn't help much after the boundary gate was closed.

...

Return to the island owner's manor.

Minnie helped him take off his coat and whispered: "Master, Sister Shanara has sent a message. You can go and see it later."

"When did she come?" Wu Heng asked.

"It was morning when I saw it, so the time should be not much different." Minnie hung her coat aside and estimated.

Wu Heng nodded, "I'll go upstairs and take a look."

"Shall I prepare some lunch for you?"

"I'm not very hungry yet, let's eat together in the evening."

"Okay." Minnie smiled.

Wu Heng went upstairs and entered the radio room.

He looked through the record books one by one, and only the record of 'Shanara' had a short paragraph.

"I'm at the coastal port, and I'm preparing the ship to go back."

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows.

Picking up the phone, he said, "Sanara, can you hear me?"

Sanara's voice came from the other side, a little lazy, "Yes, why are you talking now?"

Wu Heng smiled unconsciously, "I went out in the morning. You know, I am a busy island owner. I have an island to worry about."

"Show off!" Shanara said with a smile, and then said, "Tonight's ship, I will go back then."

"How can you still have time, where is your own ship?"

"How can I have my own ship? I am just an honorary president, and I don't have so many privileges. I will follow the Star Flower to the Treasure Island ship and go there together." Shanara said.

It seems that after losing real power.

All the individual ships were taken back.

Wu Heng said: "When you go back, I will give you a new one, which is better than theirs."

"It's useless for me to ask for a boat. There will be less opportunities to go out in the future."

"If others have it, you can't afford it."

Shanara's smile became even brighter, "I didn't realize it, but you are quite caring."

Wu Heng changed his tone and said, "I'll ask Philippa to pick you up."

"No, it's too long. If I want to wait for her, I'll have to stay for several days." Shanara refused softly.

Wu Heng took out the jade sand tray and took a look at it.

There are no suspicious ships on the various routes in the Emerald Sea.

Encountering pirates is unlikely.

However, the recent incidents involving the dragon hawking team, the vampire fleet, and the cult all happened in the Emerald Sea.

They are also unstable factors.

Who knows which force's backup came to look for someone and become a pirate by the way?

After thinking about it, he said: "Let's do this. I'll ask Philippa to pick you up halfway and escort you then, or I can change the ship and come back."

Shanara did not refuse this time, "Seeing that you are quite sincere, I agree."

"Okay, watch out for ships then."

"Yeah." Shanara changed her words and asked in a leisurely tone: "Do you miss me?"

"Think about it."

"What do you think? Let me hear it."

Forehead…….

Wu Heng hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I always dream about you in my dreams, the kind of dreams that are difficult to express."

"I hate it, that's all I'm talking about." Shannella squeaked, and then whispered, "Just wait until I get back."

"Then do you miss me?"

Shanara's tone was very soft, "I thought about it! I didn't want to, why can I go back in such a hurry!"

"What are you missing about me? Tell me."

The other person's tone paused.

His tone changed, "How do you feel? I didn't learn from you."

"Why can you ask me? If I ask you, you will learn it badly."

"How old am I, you kid?"

The two chatted for a while.

Shanara wanted to go out to buy some necessities for the ship, so she hung up the phone.

Wu Heng went downstairs and chatted with several maids.

Waiting for dusk, Anderweil came back from outside.

Several people ate together in the restaurant.

Then return to your room to rest.

…

Last night, it was windy and rainy.

This is what happens to small islands in the sea. Wind and rain suddenly come quickly and densely.

By the time dawn breaks, the entire Treasure Island is shrouded in moisture, jade beads are hung on the branches, and raindrops are slowly dripping from the eaves.

Gradually, there were more and more pedestrians on the road and it started to become lively.

On the road, the newspaper seller was riding a weird two-wheeled vehicle, dragging a huge package behind him.

Stopped at several busy sections.

He opened the backpack in the back seat of the car and held the newspaper in his hand high.

"The third issue of the Gold and Silver Express. Netale City is experiencing civil unrest, the port is blocked, and fireworks are rising into the sky. The association headquarters has made the latest decision. Come and take a look..."

Wow~!

At the same time as the hawking sound sounded, a large number of people rushed towards this side.

…

Residential area.

"What are you doing in a hurry?"

"The third issue is on sale. Go to the tavern and get a good seat."

"Then go quickly. I heard that someone got a good seat last time and sold it for 1 silver coin."

"Then stop talking and leave!"

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

Nowadays, the tavern is no longer what it used to be. Customers no longer come only at night, but are attended by customers all day long.

There are many people in the tavern listening to stories, and even more people outside who are telling stories for free.

As soon as Boss Zhan walked out of the door, he saw many people rushing towards him.

First I was shocked.

Then, I guessed that a new newspaper was on sale.

He asked the bartender to add more tables and chairs, and at the same time shouted: "Is Saban not here yet? Go out to greet him personally and tell him that a new newspaper has been distributed."

"Okay!" A bartender rushed out of the door and rushed in the direction Saban came from.

After walking a few steps, he saw the bard Saban walking over quickly, holding a newspaper in one hand and a scone in the other.

"Mr. Saban, the boss asked me to tell you that the third issue of the newspaper is on sale."

Saban raised the newspaper in his hand and said, "I bought it, let's go."

The two squeezed through the crowd and strode into the tavern.

Several states bless themselves.

Saban's chest is much higher, and it feels good to be noticed.

"Good morning everyone, I will tell you about the information in the newspaper first, and then we will read a detective story."

…

Black Crow's Nest Tavern.

Bard, reader's plot in detective stories.

"What does that mean? Gregson said contemptuously."

"This means that the person who wrote the letter wanted to write a woman's name, that is Rachel, but for some reason, he did not finish it. I can guarantee that when the facts of the case come to light, there will definitely be a woman named 'Rachel' The woman is related to this case.”

…

Nautilus Tavern.

The bard stood on the stage, playing two roles.

"Then how did you judge the height of one of them? Is it also your inference? Or a guess."

The bard turned to the other side again, playing the role of detective Wu Heng, and answered confidently, "It's very simple. You can infer a person's height from the size of his steps. This does not require any complicated calculations... When people write on the wall, they will instinctively write above the horizon, and the words on the wall inside the house are exactly three feet from the ground. This is too coincidental and looks like a child's game."

"Then how do you infer his age?"

"If a person can effortlessly cross two and a half feet, then he is definitely not an old man,..."

"What about fingernails and Indian square-headed cigars?"

"The words on the wall were written by a person with his index finger dipped in blood. With the help of a magnifying glass, it was found that some wall powder was scraped off when writing, which means that the person's nails were not trimmed. ... I am not bragging. No matter what brand of hallucinogenic grass leaves, I can tell them apart at a glance."

The bard kept talking on it.

The people below listened silently.

Some people were puzzled, "The old man's explanation is wrong. As the abilities of professionals improve, the difference between age and body is not that big. A level 18 boxer has endless strength and does not look old at the age of 100."

"Are you sick? When the story was told, Wu Heng had not yet changed his job. He must have investigated ordinary people. A level 18 professional used you to investigate, and it would be okay to kill people directly."

"Shh, keep listening."

At the counter.

Philippa supported her chin, listening to the bard's speech while comparing it with the newspaper.

"Wu Heng is really amazing. I really have a good eye."

...

Golden Sail Tavern.

Saban paused on the stage.

He saluted everyone first, and then said: "The subsequent story will be serialized in the next issue."

Then he added, "Everyone, the newspaper serializes here, it has nothing to do with the tavern."

The audience was silent for two seconds, and suddenly there was a commotion.

"Fuck, it's a critical moment again."

"I just got into the state, and you're done?"

"When will the fourth issue be released? I feel sad..."

...

Association, Deacon's Study.

Shi Yali frowned and asked, "Does he really judge a person's age by the size of his steps? This is a bit far-fetched, at least he should distinguish the characteristics of his profession."

Xi Lagui closed the newspaper and replied, "He said that there are not many professionals where he lives, and his energy is developed on weapons called machine guns."

Then he said, "You should also know about the attack of the pirates on Treasure Island. He deduced the fake death of the leader of the Old Barrel Tavern and the matter of the pirate king of 'Occam'."

Shi Yali raised her eyebrows.

Xilagui smiled, "The deacon at that time was Yimi Luo. The whole incident was sorted out and deduced by Wu Heng. I think it's not difficult for him to catch an ordinary criminal."

"If you say so, it should be related to the environment he lives in." Shi Yali said, and then hissed, "You are quite protective of him."

"I just said some judgments." Xilagui's eyes were not at all empty, and asked back, "Why do you mention him every day recently?"

...

Wu Heng was lying on a recliner in the courtyard.

Annette pinched his shoulders, Robe pounded his legs, and Minnie picked up fruits and put them into her mouth.

Wu Heng opened the panel, and the reputation on it kept increasing.

[Level: Level 18 (134567/305000)]

[Reputation: Level 18 (29171/48000)]

Three issues of newspapers raised the reputation to 29,000.

In the next two days, it is estimated that the number will reach about 30,000.

But problems also began to appear.

The growth of the third issue seems not as strong as the second issue. I wonder if it will be slower later.

And this is just the 18th level, and there is still a 19th level of fame.

In other words, it is obviously unrealistic to rely solely on Treasure Island to reach the level of hero.

It is also necessary to expand the scope of dissemination.

Facts have proved that the stories of great detectives are still quite popular.

Even if some details are different from this world, the story is a story, and no one will take it too seriously.

If it can be popular in Treasure Island, it should not be bad to put it outside.

I want to distribute it outside...

Newspapers are a bit difficult!

When the ship delivers the newspapers, the news and intelligence on them are outdated.

Instead, we can wait until all the stories are serialized, bind the books at the cost, and distribute them to various places.