Chapter 167
Look what she found?
A drone!
I didn’t expect that there was such a treasure in the resort’s warehouse.
Song Yue smiled, walked in and pulled out the drone.
The propeller alone is more than one meter long, making it a large drone.
I checked the components one by one, and found that the camera, motor, pan-tilt head, GPS locator... were all there.
very good.
Song Yue took out the remote control system, fiddled with it for a few times, and found that it was missing batteries. So he searched in the warehouse for a while, and finally found a lithium battery and installed it.
Start the drone.
The drone took off from the ground with a buzzing sound.
Song Yue looked at the drone flying to the top of the warehouse and felt emotional.
Many years ago, during a company-organized trip, a colleague from her department brought a drone along, saying that he wanted to capture some beautiful pictures to make a vlog.
At that time, she was curious and thought the machine was interesting, so she followed her colleagues to learn how to operate it.
I still remember that after seeing her eagerness to try, her supervisor Wang Xiaohui gave her some subtle praise and criticism, saying that as a finance person, there was no point in learning about drones, and she should spend more energy on improving her work ability... and so on.
Song Yue just smiled faintly and didn't take Wang Xiaohui's nonsense to heart.
As the old saying goes, it’s always good to have many skills.
The skills that seemed useless at that time are now very useful.
The farm was completed before lunch.
Progress on reinforcing the resort's fence has been slow.
Zhen Qingmei tapped her thigh while shoveling food into her mouth, a look of complaint on her face: "This project is too big. When will it end?"
Yesterday, I was secretly grumbling that it was unnecessary for Sister Song Yue to save so many people.
But now it seems that it is really necessary!
She even regretted not picking up a few more people on the road so that she could share their work.
Perhaps their minds were connected. Zhen Qingmei had just finished lamenting in her heart when she heard Song Yue say, "Lack of manpower is indeed a problem. I've thought of a solution. Come and help after dinner."
What? You actually figured out a solution?
Zhen Qingmei and the others' faces immediately brightened, they nodded quickly, and started eating faster.
In the afternoon, they searched buildings 1 to 30 inside and out as Song Yue said, and finally successfully found several stacks of A4 paper and a lot of colored pencils.
Song Yue looked at the table full of office supplies and raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.
The others were completely confused and didn't understand what she meant by this method.
Until Song Yue picked up a pen and a piece of paper, wrote and drew on it a few times, and then showed it to them.
Everyone looked at him:?!
Hand-drawn flyers?
Although only a few strokes of the map and route are drawn on the A4 paper, you can tell what the picture wants to express at a glance.
——The resort has been transformed into a shelter, located in xxx in the south of the city. Those who are interested can go there for refuge.
Finally, he used a red pen to draw a stick figure in the middle of the resort.
The painting is of Song Yue himself.
He held a sniper rifle in his hand, his face stern, giving people a sense of solemnity and inviolability.
Zhen Qingmei looked at this particularly lifelike little man and chuckled: "Sister, your painting is so lifelike."
Yuanyuan also smiled and nodded: "Indeed, it's very lifelike, and it's obviously you at first glance."
Chen Hao scratched his head: "Sister, what do you mean? Do you want us to copy your drawing?"
Song Yue nodded slightly: "Yes. Let's draw 100 today."
The rest will be painted slowly in the next few days.
Chen Hao yelled, grabbed the pen and paper on the stone table, and began to carefully copy Song Yue's original drawing.
Seeing this, Zhen Qingmei was not willing to be outdone, so she quickly found a good position and started painting.
After a while, everyone had a freshly painted painting in their hands.
Zhen Qingmei looked at the little figure and the route she had drawn, and raised her eyebrows in satisfaction: "Sister, look, how is my drawing?"
Song Yue took a look and said, "Well, not bad~"
Zhen Qingmei smiled and replied: "Hey, then I will continue painting~"
Yuanyuan also showed her the copy: "Take a look at mine. Is it okay?"
Song Yue also nodded: "Okay, it would be better if the resort logo is made bigger."
Yuanyuan smiled sheepishly: "Okay, I'll change the next one."
Then it was Qianyun's turn and even Xingxing, who was only seven years old, had their paintings recognized by Song Yue.
Except Chen Hao.
He didn't say a word from beginning to end, just concentrating on painting.
Zhen Qingmei looked up at him midway, thinking he had already finished several drawings. But when her eyes fell on the picture he was drawing, her face cracked...
"Chen Hao, what are you drawing? Why did you draw Sister Song Yue so..."
Like a villain.
Zhen Qingmei tried hard to hold back the last few words and didn't say them out loud.
However, after she reminded them, the others stopped writing and came closer to take a look.
Then everyone burst into laughter.
Yuanyuan: "Oh my god, if you draw like this, Sister Song Yue will beat you to death."
Qianyun: "Hahahaha, Chen Hao you really are a genius!"
Even Xingxing advised seriously, "Brother, you are not suitable for painting."
Chen Hao's face flushed red like a ripe tomato that had fallen to the ground.
He hurriedly crumpled the painting in front of him into a ball and covered it tightly: "I'm so annoyed with you, don't peek!"
Hahahaha!
The laughter grew harsher.
Song Yue was also curious. Why was Chen Hao being laughed at like this when he was painting so attentively?
So he stretched out his hand and said, "Draw it for me."
Chen Hao: ...Help!
Under pressure, he slowly and reluctantly unfolded the crumpled paper and spread it on the table for the other party to "view".
Song Yue glanced at it indifferently.
Face, pitch black.
"You...you'd better stop drawing..."
In the picture, she has a distorted expression and strange movements. She should be a heroic little person, but in his writing, she looks like a monster from hell.
If this gets out, who would dare to come?
It’s good enough if you don’t hide far away!
Song Yue had tried her best to take Chen Hao's self-esteem into consideration. She didn't criticize him, but just asked him to stop painting.
As a result, the child lost his temper, threw away his pen and paper and rushed out of the yard.
Chen Hao: Woohoo, he doesn’t deserve it TT
He's leaving, isn't it okay for him to leave?
Because of Chen Hao's devilish painting skills, Song Yue couldn't let him paint again.
That afternoon, Chen Hao did not return to the yard.
Of course, he couldn't really hide away because of this little thing. In fact, he was doing something else - reinforcing the resort.
The old man and the man with earrings have been busy with this. He thought that since he is not good at painting, he might as well do some physical work!
It was not until the sun set that Chen Hao followed everyone back to Building 1 and Building 2.
At this time, Zhen Qingmei and her friends had completed 100 paintings.
Several people said: My arms are useless and my eyes are blind.
But fortunately, the result is good and not much different from Song Yue's original version.
The fourth day of the copy.
Song Yue neatly stuffed 100 sheets of paper onto the carrier under the drone.
The motor was started and the drone flew away into the distance under the gaze of everyone.
A street in the urban area.
People huddled in their homes, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Four days, four whole days.
When will it be quiet outside?
Hooing sounds, dragging sounds, biting sounds, and innocent screams...
It can be heard on this street almost every moment.
Originally, they expected the police to solve all this, but they didn't expect that all the police cars that drove in two days ago would be destroyed within half a day!
Countless zombies rushed forward and surrounded the police car. The people inside did not dare to go out, and the zombies outside pounded and hit it frantically.
Not long after, residents living on the lower floors noticed that the front window of the police car had cracks.
Then, the window glass on both sides also cracked.
Smelling the breath of living people inside, the zombies rushed even more frantically!
The residents watched helplessly as the policemen inside were eaten to pieces while screaming, and in the end only a pile of bones was left hanging on the seat. It was a horrific scene.
"Mom, stop looking. The police won't come."
In a room on the second floor facing the street, a twenty-year-old girl was persuading her mother.
The forty-year-old woman frowned, her eyes filled with anxiety and uneasiness. "How could I not look, Beibei? If even the police don't care about us, what should we do? There's not much food left in the refrigerator at home. It can only last for another three days at most. What if no one comes after three days? Are we just going to live and die at home?"
The girl named Beibei rubbed her eyebrows and didn't respond.
Who doesn’t know these truths that mother taught us?
But the problem is that there is no point in being anxious.
They are just ordinary people with no weapons. What else can they do except wait at home?
Could it be possible to go out and look for food?
It's not impossible, but she is so thin and weighs less than 100 pounds. She usually either lies down or lies on her stomach. She is like a useless stay-at-home girl. How can we ask her to go out and find food?
It would be better to declare her dead on the spot.
Then let her mother go?
Even worse!
Her mother is in her 40s, old and slow to react, and going out would mean death.
So, after all, she felt that there was no other way except to stay at home and wait.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
Both mother and daughter rubbed their hands, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, suddenly, something white floated outside the window.
What the hell?
Beibei was startled and leaned over to the window to look out.
Looks like paper?
What’s going on? It’s raining paper from the sky?
Curious, she held out her hand.
A piece of paper happened to fall into her palm.
The white one fell on her side and she turned it over.
The simple map and the route came into view, and in the center of the sign called Resort, she also saw a handsome and cute little man holding a gun in his hand. It seemed to be a sniper, but she didn't quite understand.
In short, the meaning conveyed by the picture is very clear.
——She and her mother can escape to a shelter.
End of the street.
In a pickup truck, two men and one woman were huddled in the front of the car, not daring to move.
God knows how many zombies would rush over if they made any noise.
Two days ago, a police car that broke into the street was not spared. How long can their ordinary pickup truck hold off?
And even if it can be blocked, will it be safe if you step on the accelerator and rush out of the street?
The entire city is now filled with zombies, and it’s useless for them to go anywhere!
Damn it! Is this the legendary end of the world?
God really didn't leave them any chance to survive and forced them to die here!
Having been crouched under the front of the car for a long time, the woman whimpered softly, her voice trembling: "Brother, I can't do it anymore... I can't breathe..."
The woman's brother turned around cautiously: "What's wrong? Why can't you breathe?"
Another man murmured, "If you stay in a curled-up position for a long time, your chest will be compressed and you may suffocate."
My brother's pupils dilated and his face was filled with worry, then suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he sat back in the driver's seat and started the car.
"elder brother!"
"Xinzi!"
The other two exclaimed in shock.
The man named Xinzi gritted his teeth and stared straight ahead: "You two get in and fasten your seat belts! I'm going to rush out!"
Seeing that he had made up his mind, and that his whole body was stiff and painful after being curled up for two days, his sister and brother stopped arguing, slid out, and sat in the passenger seat (there were two passenger seats).
The pickup truck rushed into the zombie circle like an arrow.
The ground was littered with corpses, and the pickup truck's tires rolled over them, causing the interior of the car to shake violently.
Xinzi was already nervous about driving, and her whole body was tense and stiff.
Suddenly, a piece of paper hit the car window, blocking his view.
"Fuck, why are papers still flying down!" he cursed.
The steering wheel accidentally turned and the pickup truck rushed onto the sidewalk.
"careful!"
His brother quickly grabbed his arm and turned the steering wheel back.
The three of them were able to avoid running into the store.
The younger sister was sharp-eyed and noticed that there seemed to be something drawn on the paper. She quickly stopped him and said, "Brother! Stop! Bring that paper back!"
Seeing that his sister seemed to have discovered something, Xinzi stepped on the brakes and reached out to grab the glass before the zombies caught up.
He got the paper back.
The vehicle restarted and hummed across the sea of corpses.
After my sister looked at the drawing on the paper, her face lit up with great surprise and excitement.
"Brother! We have a place to go!"
"South of the city! There's a shelter there!"
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