Chapter 152: Know-it-all.
Shu Lan hadn't spoken to Anselin for a while. When she was chasing Dazui, she happened to see the headphones on the bookshelf. She remembered this and picked them up and put them in her trouser pocket.
I thought of it again while waiting for the river god Maomao to control the river.
Just by the way, really.
After explaining to no one, Shu Lan put on her headphones, pressed a button, and heard silence on the other end. She didn't speak immediately.
Instead, Anselin suddenly popped up and said, "Sister, the rain there sounds pretty heavy."
Shu Lan felt very strange as she watched the water droplets gather into small streams and flow down from the car windows.
He is really online all the time and replies anytime and anywhere.
"What are you doing?"
Anselin said, "I was planning to go north to uphold justice, but I couldn't find a ride, so I ran all night. Now that the sun is out, I'm resting."
Shu Lan imagined a female zombie in a red dress running for thousands of miles and couldn't help laughing. "Such a simple and unpretentious way to travel? Zombie King, how about some gasoline?"
There was a smile in Anselin's voice. "Compared to driving out in a car, it's more impressive to drop from the sky. Don't waste the talent given by the virus."
Shu Lan asked curiously, "Are you tired?"
"Won't."
"What does it feel like to be in the sun?"
"It's like being roasted alive by fire, dry and hot."
"Oh~" Shu Lan said, "So when you were waiting for me on the highway that day, were you also suffering from the sun?"
Anselin said confidently: "For a zombie of my sister's level, this little problem can certainly be ignored."
Shu Lan tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and fell silent for a moment as she thought. Anselin also tacitly did not speak again and listened quietly to the sound of rain for a while.
"I..." Shu Lan hesitated for a second before continuing, "I recently heard the story of a survivor in my base. It left a deep impression on me."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"A long time ago, about six or seven years ago, when there were no zoning districts and zombies were everywhere, everything was in chaos. She encountered a wave of zombies and fled back to a rotten fish and shrimp restaurant in the city. There she slept for a while. She slept so soundly that the sky was dark and the sun and moon were gone. When she woke up, everyone in the city was dead, and she was the only one alive."
"Oh, then she's lucky. She chose the safest place to sleep."
Shu Lan said: "She never left the city."
Anselin seemed fascinated by what she heard and kept asking, "Why?"
"Because she couldn't drive and couldn't go far, she was afraid of encountering zombies on the road and having no way to escape. So she had to stay in the city and found a garbage dump, hiding inside and surrounding herself with the smell of garbage."
"Then this person is very smart and good at hiding."
Shu Lan's lips curled up again. "Right? She never imagined hiding in the garbage dump would be incredibly safe. For four whole years, no zombie waves passed through or stayed in that city. When she needed supplies, she went to the city to get them. Most of the doors in the city were unlocked, so once she entered, she would find something to her liking. She lived there for four years."
Anselin spoke in a lazy tone, as if she were genuinely chatting: "Does the survivor you mentioned have good luck, or the ability to turn misfortune into good fortune, or make his wishes come true?"
Shu Lan leaned back and whispered, "No, she doesn't have any special abilities at all. She's a completely ordinary person. Isn't it amazing that she can still live to this day?"
"Yes, someone as lucky as her will definitely live longer than everyone else in the future."
"Oh, you're such a..." Shu Lan's voice softened, as if she were talking to herself: "You're both pretty and sweet-speaking."
Anselin laughed brightly: "Hahahaha..."
Shu Lan had no choice but to change the subject: "By the way, do you know how toothpaste is produced?"
"have no idea."
"What about the laundry detergent?"
"I don't know."
"raincoat?"
Anselin asked back: "Why are you asking these questions?"
Shu Lan sighed, "You have no idea how annoying that space is. It can help me produce these daily necessities, but I have to provide it with the materials and production process. No one in my base knows how these things you can easily buy in the supermarket are produced. After all, we are not professional manufacturers."
After Anselin heard her complain, she said, "Wait a moment, I'll go find someone."
Shu Lan waited quietly. Not long after, Anselin called out, "Know-it-all, come here."
Then a strange male voice came from far away: "Boss, what's wrong?"
"Tell me about the raw materials and production process of toothpaste."
"Toothpaste? The main ingredients of common toothpaste on the market are abrasives, moisturizers, adhesives, foaming agents, fluoride, and a small amount of preservatives and flavorings. The abrasive ingredients include calcium carbonate..."
Shu Lan's eyes widened as she listened, and she interrupted, "Wait a minute, Master, stop reciting! Master, stop reciting! How does he know so much? Did he work in a toothpaste factory?"
Anselin said, "No, his awakened ability is to answer any question he asks. He's like a living search engine. Give him a question and the answer will pop up instantly in his mind. That's why we call him the know-it-all."
Shu Lan was convinced: "Amazing! My sister actually has such a master by her side!"
"Don't want to listen anymore?"
"Even after hearing it, I can't remember it. I'll wait for my son to come back and ask him to continue reading it, and read it directly to that damned egg in the space."
"What is my son doing?"
Shu Lan's troubles were solved, and she was delighted. She replied, "It's raining heavily now, and it's very likely to cause floods. He's controlling the floods. He's like the modern-day Yu the Great. Isn't that amazing?"
"Yeah, that's amazing."
Shu Maomao, the modern-day Yu the Great, emerged after treating the floods. His chin rested on his chest, his dark eyes tilted upwards, his eyebrows raised in an inverted eight shape, as he looked at Shu Lan quietly, "Mommy, you seemed very happy chatting with him."
Shu Lan took off her headphones and put them on him, her face beaming with joy as she said, "Listen, he's solved a big problem for us. Let that egg come and listen to the production materials and process. I'll take you to collect the garbage."
As soon as Shu Maomao put it on, Anselin asked Wanshitong to start chanting. He didn't need to repeat it. As long as Shu Maomao heard it, Big Mouth would receive it.
As Shu Maomao listened, his eyebrows returned to normal and he said, "I've heard enough."
Shu Lan said, "Ask him about laundry detergent, dishwashing liquid, light bulbs, paper towels..."
Dazui said that she didn't need to collect the raw materials one by one, she only needed to recycle the garbage into the space. The production line would extract the required substances from the garbage, and then combine them into the daily necessities they needed according to the production process that Shu Maomao heard.
It is equivalent to a large-scale material reorganization ability.
Who would have thought that the most important job that the famous Commander Qin Xiaoshuang, who is in charge of 100,000 survivors, does every day is to go to other cities to collect garbage?
This may be her fate with the garbage dump.
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