Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

The power of the flashlight is limited. Jiang Miaomiao also brought in the solar power bank, but it lasted three days at most, so he was reluctant to turn on the light when nothing happened and live in the dark.

They didn't know how long they had to live like this, in fact she started to feel bored just two hours after coming in.

Under the quilt, she curled up on it, closed her eyes and took a nap, blinked in the dark, and couldn't help shouting.

"Lu Qiming."

"Ok."

She felt a lot more relieved when she heard the familiar voice.

"Are you sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

"Come to chat?"

Lu Qiming chuckled, the low laughter echoing in the cramped basement.

"Are you scared?"

She curled her lips, "I didn't."

"Then why did you take the initiative to chat with me?"

Lu Qiming felt that the relationship between the two was strange. He said whether it was good or not.

When encountering danger, she was willing to listen to his command and cooperate with him desperately, and the two of them got rid of the danger together.

But after returning to safety, I always quarreled after less than three sentences.

Jiang Miaomiao was upset when he asked, "If you don't talk, you won't talk, who is rare, hum."

Next to it was a shelf where food was piled up. She groped in the dark, found a pack of chicken feet with pickled peppers, and gnawed by herself.

The creaking sound kept ringing, just like a little mouse.

Lu Qiming's voice was gloomy.

"Have you heard the story of chicken feet?"

Jiang Miaomiao was at a loss, "What story can there be with chicken feet?"

"In the past, there was a food stall owner whose business had been very bad. When he was about to close down, he met an expert and turned to sell chicken feet. He suddenly became popular.

His chicken feet are very unique, you can't taste that taste in other places, but only one hundred servings are available every day, which is especially difficult to buy.

One day, the other shopkeeper wanted to learn his craft secretly, hiding in his kitchen, only to find that he dragged a person out of the cabinet, chopped off his hands and feet, and threw them into the pot to cook..."

Jiang Miaomiao suddenly felt that the chicken feet in his mouth became more disgusting as he ate, and he retched out.

Lu Qiming still said in his breathless tone: "...He was sweating profusely and wanted to run. At this moment, the boss suddenly bent down and smiled and said to him, "Tomorrow's chicken feet are found." ..."

"what!"

Her scalp was numb, she threw into his arms with a cry of exclamation, and an old fist hit his chest.

"Shut up! Stop talking!"

Lu Qiming touched her hair and made fun of her, "Coward."

She was so angry that she just opened her mouth, and the bite made him scream.

"Can you tell me?"

"Stop talking, you relax."

She just let him go.

Lu Qiming touched the wound on his chest, complaining endlessly.

"It's a pity that you are not a zombie. Fortunately, I am not a woman, otherwise the baby will not be able to breast milk if you bite it."

Jiang Miaomiao snorted coldly, "Who made you scare me on purpose, deserves it."

She returned to her previous position and lay down, but not long after lying down, she kept thinking about the story he told in her mind, panicked and couldn't help but move to him.

Lu Qiming also felt bored, leaning against the concrete wall, and suddenly began to hum.

His voice is low and it sounds very secure.

The lyrics were humming vaguely. Jiang Miaomiao listened for a long time, but couldn't understand what he was humming.

She wanted to ask him what he was singing, but such an environment was too comfortable-quiet, dark, his body temperature and singing.

Only a few minutes later, she fell asleep and fell asleep.

When he woke up, there was a bright light in front of his eyes. Jiang Miaomiao rubbed his eyes and looked closely, and found that Lu Qiming was cooking.

The gas tank was too heavy and easy to explode, so it was not moved down.

Lu Qiming made a simple diesel stove out of iron drums, with a pot on the top and oil on the bottom, which is very convenient to use.

The oil stove shone gleamingly, because of environmental restrictions, it is not convenient to cook, so he only cooked two packs of instant noodles.

After the water is boiled, put the noodles and seasoning packets, and the fragrance spreads quickly.

Jiang Miaomiao sat up slowly, looking at his back and rejoicing.

If he hadn't come to this villa back then, I'm afraid she would have committed suicide long ago, how could she live till now?

It's just that in the last days, living is not necessarily a good thing.

Lu Qiming served a bowl of noodles and looked back at her with surprise.

"Wake up? Are you hungry?"

She nodded, Lu Qiming handed her the noodles, served himself a bowl, turned off the stove, and sat side by side in the dark eating noodles.

"I don't know when the zombie tide will end. We will have a harder time during this period, but the basement materials should be enough to survive."

"What about after it has passed?"

"Ok?"

"Are you going to find your friend?"

Lu Qiming was silent for a few seconds, and then he added:

"If you want, I can take you with me."

Jiang Miaomiao shook his head. After shaking his head, remembering that he couldn't see it, he said:

"No, that's your friend, but not my friend. What I can't do, I don’t have anything left. I don’t care about the times of peace. Wouldn’t it be a hindrance if I ran over this time? Do it yourself."

Lu Qiming said: "It doesn't matter, I am strong, I can take care of you."

Jiang Miaomiao still refused, stubbornly eating noodles and not stubborn.

The instant noodles smell good, not as good as smelling.

She was chewing on the noodles with the taste of rattan and pepper, and missed roast duck, fried chicken, pig's trotters, and even a dish of boiled green vegetables.

Lu Qiming fumbled around on the shelf, found a package, and tore it apart in half.

"Do you want kelp silk?"

Jiang Miaomiao hurriedly handed out the bowl and ate instant noodles with kelp shreds, finally there was more flavor in his mouth.

After eating, she rarely took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Because I was afraid that the water would be used too quickly, it was particularly economical when washing dishes. The used sewage was poured into the corner and the bowls were returned to the diesel stove.

After finishing all this, she was about to lie down when she suddenly thought of something embarrassing.

"How do we go to the toilet?"

The basement is about fifty square meters, and it has been filled with all kinds of materials, leaving little space for them to move around. Where can they go to the toilet?

Lu Qiming also forgot about this question. When she mentioned it, she thought about it and shone a flashlight at a corner.

"Come here."

He moved his surroundings away, walked back and said, "From now on, that corner will be used as a toilet."

It's okay to only live a day or two, but in case the zombies don't leave for half a month. They were there for half a month in the toilet, the picture in that corner... vomit!

Jiang Miao was about to vomit after thinking about it, and muttered: "I knew it would be better to turn on the gas."

Lu Qiming didn't say a word, and he was full of food and drink. The two of them turned into the most qualified pigs in the last days and continued to sleep.

When I woke up again, I heard a beating in my ears.

Jiang Miaomiao stretched out his hand to touch the flashlight, and after a long time, the light turned on in the corner.

Lu Qiming shone her flashlight, the light was too dazzling, she subconsciously blocked her eyes, and he immediately moved the light away.

Jiang Miaomiao asked: "What are you doing?"

"Dig a hole."

"Why are you digging?"

"In this way, sewage and feces will not flow everywhere. I pile up the excavated soil and fill it in when I use it up. I will use the remaining wooden boards to make a lid later, and I don't need to cover it normally."

Jiang Miaomiao ran over in surprise.

"But can this floor be dug through?"

She had tried everything before, but her hands were all cut and she couldn't make a hole.

Lu Qiming's expression was triumphant.

"Look at what this is."

Jiang Miaomiao had already walked to him, and looking in the direction of his fingers, there was a basin-sized pit on the ground.

"I will dig it a little deeper and it will work."

Lu Qiming said that he handed the flashlight to her, and took up the hammer and chisel himself.

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help holding up his hand and looking closely, suspecting that his bones were made of iron.

The other party's hands are big and warm, because they have been able to work, and their skin is sweaty.

He smiled and said, "Do you really admire me?"

She immediately threw it away, "Come on, I'll see how rough and thick you are."

He couldn't laugh or cry, "It's hard for me to have a pale face for a while and a thick skin for a while."

Jiang Miaomiao said: "Who makes you always fool me, don't tell the truth."

Lu Qiming shrugged and changed the subject.

"Go back and lie down, don't block my light."

Jiang Miaomiao refused to leave, "I'll help."

"Don't get in the way here, it's the greatest help."

...... As it is said, she is more comfortable not to work.

Jiang Miaomiao returned to the quilt and habitually wanted to get something to eat. The ghost story he was telling came to mind, with his hands silently retracted, closing his eyes and silently counting the number of times he digs dirt.

1, 2, 3...

When the count reached 453, Lu Qiming was finished, washed his face and hands with cold water, and came back to lie down and rest.

It didn't take long for the instant noodles to be digested, and the two began to cook again.

There is no sunlight in the basement, and it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.

The only thing that can tell the time is Jiang Miaomiao's watch.

She drew a line on the concrete wall every 12 hours, and when she reached the eighth line, she felt that people were going crazy.

Before I moved in, my life was boring and boring, and it was quite bearable.

Nowadays, I want sunshine without sunlight, vegetables without vegetables, and even the air is muddy. The calligraphy and painting that I didn't want to do before have become a luxury.

She stared at the bathtub, even fantasizing that the zombies pushed it away and rushed in, so that she had a reason to burn all the diesel to end this life.

Lu Qiming is much calmer than her. He cooks, eats, sleeps on time every day, and even insists on lifting a bucket to exercise every day. He is very adapted to this pig-like life.

When the score reached the 11th track, Jiang Miaomiao leaned against the wall and started talking to herself.

Lu Qiming put down the bucket, wiped his sweat, and sat next to her holding a peach blossom.

"Let's make a bet."

"What are you betting on?" She raised her head sheepishly.

"Bet on how long the zombie tide will pass."

Lu Qiming was full of confidence, "I guess there are at most three days left."

Jiang Miaomiao pricked his ears to listen to the movement outside.

Since she moved into the basement, she has always heard something on the ground, and it is estimated that zombies have entered the villa long ago.

These days, the movement has gradually become larger and more frequent. Obviously, the number of zombies is increasing, and they are desperately looking for food.

She shook her head, "Where can you say so quickly."

"Then guess how many days?"

Jiang Miaomiao estimated a number, and was about to say, thinking that he didn't even mention the bet, he asked:

"If you win, what will you give me?"

Lu Qiming said: "I'll bring you all the jewelry from the jewelry store."

The other party obviously likes jewelry. She still wears that necklace, but she doesn't admit it.

Jiang Miaomiao was really moved, "I guess there are still ten days."

"Well, what if you lose?"

She thought about it carefully, but found that she didn't know anything, so she had to ask him.

"what do you want?"

Lu Qiming touched her head in the dark.

"I want you to think about how to solve it when you are in danger, not to die right away."