Chapter 64
The closer you are to crowded areas, the more active the zombies are.
They wandered on the road in groups of three or five, hindering Wen Xin's progress.
Wen Xin tried to use a small wooden stick as a fixed support, untied the elastic bandage, wrapped the injured ankle tighter, and then forced it to touch the ground.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt a sharp pain.
Apparently, the injuries had not healed well after days of running around.
Wen Xin is still bearable.
Even if he couldn't bear it, he had to endure it and try to break through.
I haven't seen a single living person for so many days. Either this area has become a notorious no-man's land, or it has been looted so thoroughly that even scavengers are unwilling to come and try their luck.
Judging from the fact that Wen Xin searched three houses today but found nothing, it is most likely the latter.
This means that if he continues to stay where he is for safety, he will end up wasting his time and it will be difficult for him to wait for rescue.
Before long, Wen Xin was confronted by six zombies.
Among the six, one had half of its body missing and was wriggling on the ground half-dead.
Two of them were closer to the edge of the intersection, so Wen Xin carefully took out a plastic baby toy that made sounds and led them to another road.
The remaining three nearly cost him his life.
The zombie's bloody mouth was right in front of him, and Wen Xin used a crowbar to jam its teeth to prevent the zombie from biting him further.
But this zombie is extremely strong.
He was wearing a sports T-shirt and tight pants, his muscles were bulging, and he was wearing a sports watch on his wrist. It was obvious that he was a fitness enthusiast.
Wen Xin killed the other two with great difficulty, and was already exhausted when facing the third one.
In the confrontation with the fitness zombie, his hand holding the crowbar also sank down towards his face little by little.
What was even more terrible was that Wen Xin caught a glimpse of a figure approaching on the ground from the corner of his eye. It was crawling towards them with the help of its two arms and panting.
It was the zombie with half of its body missing!
Although it cannot stand up and run, its movement speed is not slow.
As if sensing Wen Xin's incredulous look, the zombie raised its head and opened its mouth, revealing its only remaining front tooth.
It instinctively gave a menacing, sinister smile to the prey that was about to be caught.
But because the mouth is leaking air, it looks like it is grinning at people, which is very funny and the intimidation effect is greatly reduced.
Wen Xin almost had a tantrum.
You don't even have your legs, are you still so strong despite your disability?
There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and it seems that there is only one way out for Wen Xin: death.
“Ah!”
At the critical moment, a grape-purple figure jumped out from the shadows and hit the head of the fitness zombie who was in a stalemate with Wen Xin like a cannonball!
The gravity on his hands suddenly loosened, and a hint of surprise flashed across Wen Xin's eyes.
In that half a breath of time, he looked at the fitness zombie who had temporarily lost his sense of direction because the little guy hugged his entire head, and his body instinctively made the best choice.
——I can't run away, I can't run away, this is an opportunity!
Wen Xin raised the crowbar in his hand with a quick, accurate and ruthless move. Without any trembling, he stabbed it accurately and powerfully into the throat of the fitness zombie.
The little panda was agile and originally planned to run away after hitting the thing.
Before it rushed out, it also had a long and tangled psychological struggle.
Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God. Whether Wen Xin can take the opportunity to escape depends entirely on his luck.
Who would have thought that the young man's skills were so top-notch that he could kill the zombie directly!
Wen Xin saw the little guy fall down and reached out to catch it.
Glancing at the figure on the ground still crawling forward, he limped over with the crowbar in hand.
The half-zombie looked up as if it had sensed something and found the young man looking at it with admiration: "I will learn from you. Goodbye."
The zombie instinctively sensed something was wrong and glared: "Roar——"
Phew.
Wen Xin acted without hesitation.
The little panda curled up in the young man's arms shuddered subconsciously when he heard the voice.
How could anyone be like this, speaking softly on the surface but actually being cruel and ruthless.
But where can it escape now?
Wen Xin had been ambushed once before when he was holding it, so he grasped the panda's paws in anticipation and supported its little butt with his arms, leaving its hind legs free.
The battle with the zombies had consumed too much of Wen Xin's energy, and he was feeling a bit overwhelmed.
He looked at the messy surroundings, fearing that the two zombies that had been lured away might come back and catch him off guard. So he simply gritted his teeth and walked a little further in pain.
Finally, he sat down in a relatively safe corner, leaning against the wall, and took a deep breath.
The little panda couldn't stretch out its claws or move.
The next second, the young man, who had recovered from the shock, seemed to notice it and raised his hand.
The little panda was so scared that it kicked its legs and almost screamed.
Until Wen Xin used the tip of his thumb to carefully wipe away the dirt.
Finally, he rubbed the round head in front of him and said, "Thank you."
The little panda raised his head in panic and met Wen Xin's smiling eyes.
Even though that face was messed up in the struggle and looked a little ugly, it couldn't hide the bright light in his eyes.
"If you hadn't suddenly shown up to help me, I would have probably died just now."
The little panda reacted by slamming its head into his arm.
If you know how to be grateful, why don't you let it go?
"As a reward, I'll grill some meat for you later. You can eat as much as you want."
Little Panda: “!!”
When it comes to barbecue, the little panda immediately forgets his fears and slurps his saliva uncontrollably.
Wen Xin, who had raised Tuanzi, was touched by this and felt a tenderness hidden in his heart.
He couldn't help but smile, patted the little guy again, and put it firmly on the ground.
Perhaps it was because Wen Xin's patting action was so gentle and soothing that it made people feel comfortable.
After landing, the little panda hesitated for a moment, turned around, and suddenly lay on the young man's thigh.
"What's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little panda climbed up his clothes and onto his shoulders.
Wen Xin felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when his cheek was stroked by its big, plush toy-like tail.
He raised his hands and supported the panda's hind legs to prevent it from losing its balance and falling down. He smiled helplessly and sighed.
"If you want a ride, it's faster to run."
Wen Xin said, patting his legs, which were shaking with pain, with a crowbar: "My feet are injured, and I can't carry you."
The little panda sniffed here and there, and finally fixed its gaze on Wen Xin's chest.
As soon as it stretched out its claws, it was discovered by Wen Xin.
The latter restrained its restless little claws, took the black scales out of the pocket on his chest, and held it in his palm to prevent it from being touched: "Want to steal something, little guy?"
Who would have thought that the little panda opened its mouth and uttered clumsily some human words.
"Number One scales, why do you have them?
Number one?
Wen Xin was very smart and felt that she had heard this name somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember where.
He then explained: "This scale was left to me by an important family member. Do you know it?"
"You're lying." The little panda hung on his shoulders, his face full of disbelief. "You're a human, how can you be family with mutants?"
"Mutants..."
Wen Xin was also familiar with this word, as if someone had taught him that non-human mutants are collectively called mutants.
For example, those mutant rats.
But mutant mice don't talk like pandas.
He patted the other person on the head and said, "People like you who are good at talking are of higher rank, right?"
The little panda raised his head proudly: "Of course, I am A-level."
Wen Xin asked curiously, "What level is that number one?"
Hearing this, the little panda immediately became alert: "Don't you know No. 1? Why don't you even know its level?"
The little panda didn't expect that he guessed wrong again.
The scales of No. 1 are the strongest among all the mutants. Even when they are still in the development stage, they cannot be pried off with tools.
The little panda once suspected that Wen Xin was a new researcher at the base, because in addition to No. 1, he also had the aura of no less than five other mutants.
The aura of those mutants was weaker than that of No. 1, and was almost completely suppressed, so it couldn't tell who they were for a moment.
It is rare for humans other than researchers to be exposed to so many auras at the same time.
But the researchers' contempt for mutants is deep-rooted, and those with a conscience cannot have a smooth life in that hellish base.
There was no contempt in Wen Xin's eyes.
He may know Number One.
The little panda wanted to find Number One. Although it had never seen Number One and only remembered his breath, it remembered that Number One was recognized for his good temper.
The most important thing is that No. 1 does not eat mutants.
Who would have thought that Wen Xin didn't even know what level No. 1 was!
The panda shut itself off.
No matter what the young man asked it, it didn't listen seriously.
Wen Xin wanted to ask more about the black scales, but seeing that the little panda suddenly fell into sadness and got no response after calling it a few times, he just let it be alone.
After the break, the little panda was still in a daze.
Wen Xin didn't tell the kid to get down. Instead, he held onto the wall, holding a crowbar in his hand, and stumbled forward.
Fortunately, the little panda quickly came to its senses from the shock, jumped off the young man's shoulder, and ran out quickly.
Not long after, it came back with the wooden crutch that Wen Xin had been unable to hold in its mouth.
Wen Xin was a little surprised. He picked up the cane, tilted his eyes again and said thank you.
In accordance with the promise made earlier, Wen Xin made a simple trap in the resting place to catch mutant mice.
We used the scent of the black scales as bait and ended up catching quite a lot, five in total, enough for the little guy to fill his belly.
As the bonfire lit, the panda's eyes began to light up.
Wen Xin had just finished grilling the meat and sprinkled the seasoning on it when two furry little paws impatiently stretched out from the side and snatched it away.
Looking back, I saw the little panda biting the meat and eating happily, not afraid of the burn at all.
Wen Xin couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, then continued to deal with the remaining rat carcasses with a knife.
He asked casually, "You seem to be quite strong and fast, and you are also an A-level mutant. Why don't you hunt for food yourself?"
Wen Xin, a human with no strength bonus and a sprained foot, was able to deal with three mutant mice. There was no reason for the panda to follow behind him and take advantage of the situation.
Hearing this, the young man's eyes flickered.
Wen Xin: "Can't beat him?"
"No, we can fight." The little panda couldn't help but say aggrievedly, "but they will bite me, it hurts."
As if not wanting to sound cowardly, it emphasized, "It really hurts."
The little panda has experienced pain many times before, and not only has it not become immune or numb to it, it has become more and more afraid of this feeling.
As a result, when it encountered some weak creatures later, it did not dare to attack them easily and was often hungry.
It really took a lot of courage for it to rush out to save Wen Xin just now.
Wen Xin immediately remembered the wounds he had felt on the other person's body. He was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."
Then he passed the skewers in his hand over.
Seeing that another skewer was ready, the little panda quickly threw away his unhappiness, stood up excitedly and hugged the branch.
He also discovered that Wen Xin had been roasting the food for it without touching his mouth.
It bit its claws and struggled for a long time, then handed the skewers over with a painful look on its face: "You eat too..."
Wen Xin waved his hands and declined the panda's kindness: "I won't eat it. I will get sick if I eat it."
Rats in the wild carry countless germs that are beyond the ability of the human digestive and immune systems to digest.
The little panda was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young man as if he were something fragile.
Wen Xin: “…”
I don’t know if he remembered it wrongly, but in my impression, the dumplings also liked to look at him with this kind of eyes.
Soon, the little panda ate comfortably.
It leaned back against the stone, patted its round belly contentedly, squinted its eyes and made a slight purring sound, looking extremely comfortable.
Wen Xin maintained his Schrodinger-like good luck.
One moment he encountered some zombies and nearly died, and the next moment he found a small clinic on the side of the road.
The glass of all the medicine cabinets was broken from the outside, and the medicines inside disappeared.
Wen Xin checked carefully and went into the bedroom. On the top of the cabinet that most people would not notice, he found an unused bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, two packets of cough medicine, and a Band-Aid.
He removed the bandages and brace, bit his lip and sprayed his ankle, which was almost swollen like a doughnut.
Turning around, I saw the cute little panda.
Wen Xin couldn't help but reveal a nostalgic look.
When the little panda looked up, he saw his warm eyes and a strange feeling arose in his heart.
It asked curiously, "You said you lost your memory?"
Wen Xin rewrapped the bandage: "Yes."
Little Panda: "So, do you remember the name?"
Wen Xin smiled and said, "I can't remember clearly."
“What a pity.”
After spending some time with him, the little panda has come to regard him as a friendly human being who he doesn't need to be afraid of. He said with regret, "If you remember, you can go to the city ahead and find someone to help you get home."
The city is within easy reach.
According to the itinerary, Wen Xin should be able to reach the traffic gate in less than half a day.
In order to prevent the panda from being discovered and attacked, he planned to say goodbye to the enemy before entering the city.
If there is a chance in the future, I will come out again and continue to barbecue for the little ones.
But from what the panda said, it seemed that the other party was very familiar with things in the city and was not particularly averse to humans.
The little panda looked at him strangely: "Don't you know? This is the territory of mutants, and humans are the least."
Wen Xin really didn't know.
His head suddenly ached and he couldn't help but press it with his hand and frowned.
——There was a large group of snakes gathering in the east, suspected to be controlled by S-class mutant black snakes.
The little panda saw that Wen Xin looked a little nervous and asked, "Are you okay?"
The distorted noise gradually faded from his ears, and Wen Xin's face regained color. He murmured to himself, "I remember it."
The little panda didn't expect that the young man would regain his memory after he spoke, so he asked him, "What did you remember?"
Wen Xin slowly put down his hands, calmed his turbulent emotions, and couldn't help but look towards the city not far away.
"I have a beautiful little snake at home, in the largest misty swamp in the East."
The little panda was stunned.
It tangled, "Snakes, there are indeed a lot of snakes over there."
"But Misty Swamp is Number 7's territory. It hates humans the most. If you go there, you will die."
There are two types of variants today.
One type is those who escaped from the base and were persecuted by researchers. Most of them extremely dislike and hate humans.
One is that organisms in nature are affected by unknown factors and their bodies naturally mutate.
At present, the probability of this happening is very small.
Just one mistake and completely irrational monsters like mutant rats will appear.
If someone had not witnessed with their own eyes an ordinary-looking crow suddenly growing in size and undergoing varying degrees of changes in its body within a few days, no one would have thought of the second possibility.
The eastern region is a paradise for mutants, but there are also many traces of human activity.
But those humans can only come into contact with mutants infected by the second type, after all, the latter's hatred for humans is not very deep.
The first one you encounter is death.
The panda cub is an exception. Not long after it was born, a big hole was blown up in the base. Later, it escaped and pretended to be dead to avoid being hunted down. It has complicated feelings towards humans.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
In his opinion, this is indeed a tricky matter.
If I fail to meet A-Lu and get bitten to death by the snakes instead, it would be a waste of time.
Wen Xin has never been ashamed to ask questions.
Seeing that the little panda knew more, he asked for help: "Do you know if there is any way to allow humans to enter the Misty Swamp smoothly?"
If humans were completely unable to enter, the documentary that Wen Xin saw in his memory would not have been filmed.
The little panda thought hard for a while and actually came up with an idea.
"There is a way! You just need to pretend to be Wen Xin."
At first, Wen Xin thought he was exposed.
He reacted quickly, without showing his surprise, and naturally made a puzzled expression, repeating the name the panda said: "Who is Wen Xin?"
"It's a human, but it could also be a mutant. Many people can't tell."
The little panda looked at Wen Xin's face covered with plaster and said, "You may want to wash your face before you go. If you look good, maybe they will accept you."
Wen Xin found this strange. What does it mean to accept someone just because she is pretty? Is this a model beauty pageant?
The little panda corrected him: "No, everyone is looking for a person named Wen Xin. This person has a big characteristic, that is, he is very good-looking. If you find him, there will be many rewards."
Wen Xin wondered: "If the only criterion is whether it looks good or not, wouldn't there be a lot of people trying to impersonate someone else?"
The little panda nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, so there are a lot of people going there, you have to queue up."
"But don't worry. No. 7 is very tolerant of humans named Wen Xin. Even if you are an imposter, it will not kill you. At most, it will let its snakes bite you twice as punishment."
Wen Xin: “…Is it poisonous?”
The little panda thought the young man had suddenly become silly: "Of course it's not poisonous. If it was poisonous, humans would die. That wouldn't be leniency."
Perhaps because Wen Xin's head had been hit and hadn't recovered yet, he actually thought that what it said made some sense.
The green ball never bit him.
Wen Xin looked at his arm and found it hard to imagine what it would feel like to have the four fangs of a snake biting on it.
I heard that even a non-venomous snake can cause swelling and itching after being bitten.
A little later, Wen Xin thought with a little relief.
Just be bitten. Compared with trespassing into the swamp and getting killed, this result seems acceptable.
When they were about to reach the transportation hub, Wen Xin realized that he had celebrated too early.
Because there are really too many people here.
Except for mutants who love to build nests by nature, most mutants have no idea of building fortresses to defend their cities.
They are more likely to mark their territories by releasing scents of specific organisms.
The sharp claws and fangs are the best weapons to defend the territory. As long as someone attacks, the enemy will be guaranteed to have no chance of returning.
Therefore, Wen Xin did not see the towering city walls at the edge of this city.
A porcelain-white arch-shaped gate spans the road from the sky to both sides, and it is at least ten meters long on both sides of the road. In the middle is a large circular square, which retains the most basic neatness and cleanliness.
Just looking at this environment is enough to please the eyes.
But if you add the long queues on both sides, it's simply terrifying.
Looking ahead, a few hundred meters away, all I could see were a sea of moving heads, and I couldn't see the end of the team at all.
Wen Xin finally understood why he hadn't met anyone in the town before. It turned out that all the people in the vicinity had come here!
He lowered his voice and said to the little panda on his shoulder: "Didn't you tell me there weren't many people?"
The little panda had no idea of this either.
The mutant's territory believes in the law of the jungle. It is afraid of being beaten, so it only comes to the city occasionally.
The last time I came, there were very few people, not nearly this many.
Someone nearby saw the crutch in Wen Xin's hand and his injured foot awkwardly tapping the ground, and smiled knowingly, "Hey, little brother, are you here to collect subsidies too?"
It turns out that mutants are really common here. Even when they saw a little panda lying on Wen Xin's shoulder, no one else showed any strange expression.
Wen Xin was still very cautious, and only when he actually saw a zebra mutant swaggering by did he breathe a sigh of relief and bring the panda over to line up.
Wen Xin and the little panda looked at each other.
Wen Xin asked politely with an expression of humility, "My friend and I are lost. We are not familiar with this place and are still looking for them. Big Brother, isn't this a reporting point for providing clues about missing persons?"
"Oh, you've found the right place, but there have been too many people claiming to be Wen Xin recently. They're already annoyed. So they might as well just give each of them some food and drinks to get rid of them."
Hanzi touched his chin and said, "It's a lot easier this way, but the same person can't claim it twice within a period of time, otherwise they'll be discovered."
Wen Xin: “…”
Listening to Hanzi's words, he immediately understood. It turned out that everyone else knew that Wen Xin was treated preferentially here, so they simply treated this place as a rescue station.
Even he was considered by the man to be desperate and came to beg for money.
Wen Xin explained awkwardly: "I'm not here to receive subsidies."
The man was surprised: "Then what are you doing here?"
Wen Xin couldn't say that he was trying his luck by impersonating someone in order to get into the Misty Swamp.
...If we really talk about his nature, he seems to be no different from a beggar.
Fortunately, Hanzi did not ask any more questions, as his attention was quickly attracted by the team moving forward.
The line was very long and Wen Xin estimated that it would take at least a day to wait.
But the crowd moved very quickly, and it took him almost half a day to get there.
Soon, Wen Xin found out why the queue was so fast.
The person in charge didn't even look at him. He impatiently threw out a package of food and waved his hand to shoo away flies: "Okay, you can go. Next one."
【Author's words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2023-05-12 23:58:15~2023-05-13 20:58:47~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yin Zhu 1;
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 2 for Youbing; 1 for Yinqi;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Wen Ge, I change, is it okay if I change? 5 bottles; 32394317, Wei Lan, Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow, Fei, Mu Nanzhi 1 bottle;
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