Chapter 157

Zhen Qingmei stared at her artist eagerly, not understanding why Song Yue said that.

Song Yue didn't intend to hide it. She lightly pointed her finger in front of him, dragged it, and finally let it go gently.

Something seemed to have fallen to the ground outside, causing the pod to sway a few times in the wind.

"Let's go, follow me closely."

Before Zhen Qingmei could react, she saw the other party pull open the cabin door.

The night wind blew in my face, pouring into the small space.

Zhen Qingmei squinted a few times due to the wind, and then she suddenly saw a strange object under the pod!

Boat? ? ?

Why is there a boat underneath the Ferris wheel?! And it's the kind used only at sea!

Zhen Qingmei widened her eyes and racked her brains to recall. She confirmed that there was no boat here when the two of them escaped in during the day.

Then why…?

Could it be... related to what our artist did just now?

As soon as the thought came to her mind, Zhen Qingmei felt that she had probably watched too many magic movies. Sister Song Yue was a human, not a magician! How could anyone possibly be able to telekinetically retrieve something?

The current situation did not allow her to think any further.

Because Song Yue had already taken a step ahead, he jumped down from the pod, grabbed the mast on the top deck, circled all the way down, and landed on the upper deck very easily.

Her movements were so quiet that they didn't attract the attention of the zombies around her.

Song Yue raised her head and gestured for her to come down.

Zhen Qingmei gritted her teeth, used her hands and feet to climb up the mast, and slid down to the deck like a little monkey.

The sound of the ground falling made the zombies turn around.

Zhen Qingmei was so frightened that she dared not breathe. She sat on the ground and dared not move, for fear of attracting zombies.

Song Yue: "Relax, they can't get up."

She had snatched this power boat from the Volcano dungeon and had been hoarding it as a means of water transportation. Unexpectedly, although it wasn't useful on water, it turned out to be useful on land.

The main hull of the power boat is five or six meters high, and together with the top deck and the mast on the deck, the height is just right for the pod to stop.

Therefore, Song Yue never worried about the problem from the beginning.

The only thing you need to be careful about is not being seen by anyone, so as to avoid arguments and trouble.

Night is the best time to take action.

After a whole afternoon of slaughter, the tourists either died in the amusement park or turned into zombies. In any case, no one would notice her telekinesis.

“Is there a large hospital nearby?”

Before leaving, Song Yue asked Zhen Qingmei.

The mission required her to build a large shelter, so her first reaction was to find a hospital.

Like the island copy, the hospital building is disaster-resistant and has separate rooms and beds, making it suitable as a shelter.

Unfortunately, Zhen Qingmei shook her head awkwardly, "There's nothing nearby. The nearest one is over 20 kilometers away from the amusement park. Plus, that hospital is very old and is currently under renovation, so it's closed. Sister Song Yue, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Yue waved her hand and said she was fine.

The old hospital is under renovation and is still far away.

Forget it. After thinking about it, I decided to give up using the hospital as my base.

"What about large shopping malls? Are there any?" she continued to ask.

Zhen Qingmei nodded and shook her head: "Yes, there is, but the area is not large."

After saying that, he blinked and stared at her suspiciously: "Sister Song Yue, didn't we go shopping there yesterday? You said there were too few shops and there was nothing to see, so we each bought a cup of milk tea and left."

Song Yue: "Oh, I forgot."

He said a few perfunctory words and fell into deep thought.

The mall has also passed, so what is left?

A fire station? It's safe, but too small to meet the requirements.

The gymnasium is also not big enough.

The detailed requirements for large shelters are: an area greater than or equal to 20,000 square meters, a capacity to accommodate a population greater than or equal to 2,000, and strong risk resistance.

20,000 square meters, approximately equal to the size of three standard football fields.

Ordinary urban buildings basically do not meet the requirements.

Oh, wait, Song Yue raised her eyebrows and looked in another direction.

As far as the eye can see, there are vast hillsides with rows of houses built on them.

If the city doesn’t work, then choose the suburbs, she said, raising the corners of her lips slightly.

Zhen Qingmei thought that taking the boat out of thin air was enough to shock her whole family, but not long after, Song Yue patted her on the shoulder.

"Get off the boat, get in the car."

Get in the car? What car?

Zhen Qingmei was confused and followed Song Yue in a daze.

At the angle between the boat and the Ferris wheel, she discovered that a motorhome had appeared out of nowhere!

RV???

Zhen Qingmei's eyes suddenly widened!

Where did this come from? She didn't see any car here just now!

Zhen Qingmei looked at the car and then at Song Yue.

Considering the other party's previous performances, Zhen Qingmei felt that her artist must possess some incredible skills!

If that's the case, Sister Song Yue will never be bullied again!

When she thought of this, Zhen Qingmei felt both nervous and happy.

After getting off the boat via the boarding ladder, Song Yue walked into the RV in a few steps, closed the door, and lay directly on the leather sofa with a look of comfort on her face.

"You drive," she said.

Zhen Qingmei was very obedient and sat directly in the driver's seat.

Wow, she touched the steering wheel and felt the comfort of the seat. How much would it cost to buy such quality?

So I couldn't help but be curious: "Sister Song Yue, this RV must be very expensive, right?"

Song Yue thought of Pan Minghui's extremely gullible and naive face and smiled softly: "Not bad, it didn't cost much."

In fact, I didn’t spend a penny at all. It was all given by the other party.

Zhen Qingmei didn't know the truth, so she just said "oh" and really thought that the RV was affordable, so she didn't ask any more questions.

The RV started up, and Song Yue began to give remote commands: "Go up the promenade, then through the square, and after exiting the amusement park, head towards the suburbs."

"Oh, okay." Zhen Qingmei nodded obediently.

The amusement park at night is bleak and dilapidated, and with those wandering zombies, the eerie atmosphere is completely over the top.

Zhen Qingmei was extremely alert, looking at the road signs carefully, controlling the force of the accelerator, and trying to minimize the noise of the RV.

Suddenly, gurgle—

The growling of her stomach reminded her.

Zhen Qingmei swallowed and tried hard to put her hunger behind her.

Sister Song Yue hasn't eaten yet, she can't be so pretentious.

However, just as the thought came to mind, I smelled a spicy scent at the tip of my nose!

Smells so good~

She couldn't help but look up at the rearview mirror.

There was actually a pot of spicy hot pot with red oil on the dining table!

Sister Song Yue actually even has this? !

Zhen Qingmei was truly shocked. She wanted to ask but didn't dare, for fear of touching on a minefield and making the other party angry.

I had to hold back my saliva and concentrate on driving.

The RV drove steadily through the corridor and arrived at the big square.

The square was in a mess, with body parts and scraps of flesh scattered everywhere. Zhen Qingmei looked around while sniffing the aroma of spicy hot pot. For a moment, she had the illusion that the zombies smelled like spicy hot pot.

Damn, she must be too hungry!

Just then, a pair of chopsticks was handed to her mouth.

"You're not picky about food, are you?" she heard Song Yue ask.

She quickly shook her head: "Not picky, not picky!"

"That's good. This is a crispy sausage. It's very fragrant. Have one~"

Crispy sausage...

Human large intestine...

Zhen Qingmei's stomach churned, and she opened her mouth stiffly to take the food.

"And this, tripe, is delicious too."

Zhen Qingmei's eyes blurred, and she was forced to continue accepting the good intention, which was like chewing wax.

"Oh, Maoxuewang is also good. It clears the lungs."

Zhen Qingmei's lips were trembling and she was about to cry: Sister, can you let me eat some vegetarian food?

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