Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Jiang Miaomiao didn't know what he was thinking when he said this. He only knew that after listening to it, his nose was like a few drops of lemon juice, and a sour feeling came up instantly.

Fortunately, the basement is dark, and neither of them can see anyone.

She mumbled and stopped talking.

Lu Qiming has been sitting against the wall.

Another day later, when Jiang Miaomiao was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a bang and quickly grabbed a flashlight and took a picture by the door.

The bathtub was shook constantly and looked shaky.

Are zombies coming in?

She went to see Lu Qiming subconsciously. The latter also woke up with a serious face, holding the hammer and nails, and the remaining wooden boards and walking towards the bathtub.

The zombies hit outside, and he reinforced it inside. Several times sharp claws came in through the gap and grabbed his hem.

Jiang Miaomiao was so frightened that he was so far away, but he still didn't change his face, used up all the wooden boards, then carried the bucket over and piled it behind the bathtub.

When she saw it, she also went to help. The two of them worked together to block the bathtub with buckets, and the impact was finally much smaller.

Lu Qiming patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay, you go back to sleep."

Jiang Miaomiao: ...Who can sleep? She is not deaf.

"How about you?" she asked.

Lu Qiming sat down on his knees, leaning against the bucket.

"I'm here to guard, if a zombie comes in, at least I can resist it."

He is blocking the zombies over there, is she sleeping peacefully here?

Jiang Miaomiao's conscience refused, so she hugged the quilt pillow and lay down beside him.

The zombies were still hitting, but she felt at ease inexplicably, and even said happily:

"If you lose, I said that the zombie tide cannot end so quickly."

Lu Qiming sneered, "This is showing off? It doesn't matter who loses and who wins."

"I'm sure I win, you won't cry without seeing the coffin."

He shrugged, "Then wait and see."

The flashlight lasted for a long time, flashed twice, exhausted the last trace of electricity, and went out.

From this day on, the only light they can enjoy is the fire of the diesel stove while cooking.

Lu Qiming's time for gambling soon arrived. The zombie tide did not end, but the offensive became stronger and stronger.

Jiang Miaomiao felt that they would crash into the bathtub several times, but in the end they were still alive safely.

She asked Lu Qiming to fulfill her promise after going out, and the latter agreed readily and even asked her what jewelry she liked.

Jiang Miaomiao is not picky, she likes all kinds of jewelry.

Diamonds, red sapphires, pearls, and yellow gold.

In the past, I could only look at them enviously when I went shopping and passed the shop window. Now as long as I survive, I have a chance to own them.

She has to live, at least to see those beautiful babies die.

However, the more you want to live, the more difficulties you will encounter.

After the torch was laid off, their food and diesel have also bottomed out, and a hot meal has become a luxury. Several dinners are packed with cold biscuits.

Jiang Miaomiao's originally slender waist was so thin that he could touch the bones, he was dizzy with hunger, and his thinking became increasingly slow.

When she thought she would really starve to death in this basement, one day Lu Qiming woke her up and said in her ear:

"Nothing outside, I'll go out and have a look."

She grabbed him reflexively, her voice as weak as a mosquito grunt.

He listened for a long time before he heard what she was saying-must come back.

Lu Qiming squeezed her skinny hand tightly, "I will be back, don't worry."

He moved the bucket, removed the planks and nails, and pushed aside the bathtub.

The sun poured down like a waterfall, and fresh air rushed in.

Jiang Miaomiao squinted, only to see a tall figure in the dazzling white light.

He went out and blocked the door again, and darkness fell in the basement again.

She closed her eyes, and the temperature of the sun remained on her fingertips.

Lu Qiming didn't come back for a long time. Jiang Miaomiao slept for too long and got a headache. He supported his body and got up and went to take a cup and pour water.

The bucket was too heavy, she didn't have the strength in her hands, and she couldn't see clearly. When she lifted it, she slammed it on the ground. The water splashed everywhere, making the quilt wet.

Jiang Miaomiao sat on the ground, feeling the wet quilt and wanted to cry.

She is really only suitable for eating and waiting for death, struggling to survive in the last days is simply a dog's life.

Desperate, there was movement outside the door.

Jiang Miaomiao's hairs stood up suddenly.

Are there zombies coming again? Now that Lu Qiming is not there, what should she do alone?

Soon she found that she didn't need to think about it at all, because she was so hungry that she couldn't walk at the moment, thinking about it was nothing.

The bathtub was pushed aside, she got into the bed and hugged her head, but heard a familiar voice.

"are you awake?"

It's Lu Qiming!

Jiang Miaomiao poked his head out in surprise when he saw the lamp like a person walking in the dark.

Lu Qiming moved the bathtub back to its original position, came to her in the dark, and handed her a bag.

"Eat, I got it from the supermarket."

Jiang Miaomiao was not polite. He opened the bag and ate it, only to find chocolate in his mouth.

He also took self-heating rice, and he went to cook with water while she was stuffing chocolate.

When Jiang Miaomiao's hair became greasy after eating chocolate, the fragrant fish-flavored pork rice was handed to her.

Chocolate replenishes calories and rice replenishes carbohydrates. After eating the two things, she regained her strength, clutching her belly and leaning against the wall, sighing comfortably.

Lu Qiming handed over a cup of water, "Drink."

She took a sip, and the cool water dilutes the greasiness in her mouth, and it feels so great.

"Thank you, have you eaten?" She put down the water glass, and remembered afterwards.

Lu Qiming said: "Eat early."

"That's good, I thought I was eaten up by myself."

He asked jokingly, "What if I'm still hungry?"

She thought about it tangledly, "There is no way, I can't spit it out for you to eat."

Lu Qiming curled his lips in disgust, and brought the topic back to business.

"I have good news and bad news, which one would you like to hear?"

In view of his own bearing capacity, Jiang Miaomiao decisively chose good news.

"The tide of zombies has gone, and the remaining zombies outside are about one-third of what they were before. Life in the city will be much safer in the future."

After listening to the secret joy, she asked, "What about the bad one?"

Lu Qiming said: "The villa is badly damaged and there is no way to live in it. Either continue to live in the basement or find another place."

Jiang Miaomiao's good mood instantly dropped to the bottom.

She didn't want to live in this basement anymore. There was no window or bathroom, and she lived in jail.

But if I look for it temporarily, where can I find a suitable and safe one?

Lu Qiming continued: "I will go to the supermarket to get some food back, and then I will leave."

There was a thud in her heart.

"go?"

"Well, didn't I say it earlier? When the tide of zombies passes, I have to find my friends."

She lowered her head in despair, "Yeah... You said... Then when are you going to leave?"

"I'm going to the supermarket now, what do you need? I will bring it back for you."

Jiang Miaomiao has a lot of needs, but his mind is so messy that he can't remember it for a while.

Lu Qiming waited for a few minutes, saw her not talking, got up and said:

"I'll look at it by myself and go."

He moved out of the bathtub and returned to the door.

Jiang Miaomiao walked to the door, wondering whether to go out too.

Lu Qiming can come and go freely, does it mean that it's not that dangerous outside?

However, the horrible appearance of the zombies is still vivid, and she retreats in her heart, not daring to take risks.

Not long after, Lu Qiming came back, pushing a small cart full of food.

"These should be enough for you to eat for a week or so. I also took some daily necessities. If there is nothing wrong, I will leave."

Jiang Miaomiao lay on the bed with his back to him, and hummed dullly.

He looked at her little back and asked: "Don't you say goodbye?"

"I should never see you again."

Lu Qiming smiled, "It seems to be the same, but I have known each other for so long, so I should be alone."

Jiang Miaomiao buried his head, curled up in the bed motionless, as if already asleep.

He took a deep breath, turned and walked away quickly.

The sound of footsteps faded away, the bathtub was moved back to its original position, and the familiar darkness surrounded her.

Jiang Miaomiao sniffed and told himself that it was okay.

She was originally a person, he just passed by and walked with her for a while.

Now she is just returning to her previous life, no big deal.

She got up, touched the cart, and took the bag from it.

It looks like potato chips, but also like biscuits.

No matter what, I opened it and stuffed it in my mouth. After chewing for a long time, I could vaguely feel that it was crispy noodles.

The dough was so dry that she could not swallow her throat with choking.

Jiang Miaomiao poured himself a glass of water, and in a daze he heard someone grinning and asking-have you heard the story of chicken feet?

She turned her head, it was dark except for darkness.

The zombies are gone, he is gone, and everything is quiet.

If you eat and drink, you won't be unable to live.

She cheered up and set herself a good schedule: sleep at most ten hours a day and eat at least three meals. Although you cannot go out, you can trot around in the basement to exercise your strength.

Observe for a few more days, if it is really safe outside, she will find a new place to move.

However, making a plan is simple and difficult to do.

She had lunch the next day. She was supposed to trot, but she didn't want to move while sitting on the quilt.

Intermittent depression came to my heart.

Why do you exercise? Why are you moving?

In this environment, she is tortured to live, it is better to die after eating.

Jiang Miaomiao arched under the bed and wanted to lie down. He suddenly touched a small paper box beside the pillow. He brought it and smelled it. There was a faint fragrance of tobacco. It was the cigarette case that Lu Qiming emptied.

Suddenly she felt so uncomfortable, holding the box and crying silently, tears wet the pillow.

Dangdang, the bathtub suddenly heard a soft noise, which was particularly clear in the dark.

Jiang Miaomiao quickly wiped away his tears, dropped the cigarette case and sat up, watching the direction of the door vigilantly.

Are there any zombies coming in?

Should she close her eyes and wait for death, or should she struggle?

Jiang Miaomiao habitually wanted to choose the former, and Lu Qiming's voice echoed in his ears-I want you to think about how to solve it when you encounter danger, rather than die immediately.

Don't die right away...

She pursed her lips, picked up the hammer on the ground, and held her breath.

With a bang, the bathtub was knocked open. The strong light flooded in, stabbing her to open her eyes.