Chapter 38 Something's Very Wrong
Inside the helicopter that had brought back a wave of zombies, the pilot looked down at the national highway, his mind blank.
"It looks like a... RV? And a pink one at that."
The passenger in the passenger seat craned his neck to take a look and immediately exclaimed, "Aren't we supposed to be attracting zombies? How come we've attracted a campervan back? And the driver is an idiot, doesn't he see all these zombies? He's driving in too... Wait, something seems off."
The two of them craned their necks to look again and again, and something was very wrong.
The passenger even pulled out a pair of binoculars and exclaimed, "This isn't a simpleton, this is a real expert! The front of the car has been modified with rotating blades that spray out meat paste. Just how sharp and how fast can those blades be to grind bones to dust?"
We tested it before; zombies can shatter vehicle windows and even smash dents into the body. But this RV remained completely undamaged despite the attacks from the surrounding zombies.
Either the metal is of a special type, or the car owner is a metal-based ability user who can enhance metal.
Drive a little further, wow, the driver is quite a beauty, eating a bag of chicken feet.
Driver: ...
"So this RV didn't wander in by mistake, but came here on purpose? If so, the owner must be collecting crystal cores."
People hide when they see zombies; who would deliberately go into a horde of zombies?
The city is teeming with zombies, and those who drive modified RVs here are probably here to collect crystal cores.
They're quite good at shirking their responsibilities, coming here to pick up the easy stuff.
The co-pilot asked, "Should we report this to the squad?"
The driver thought for a moment, "Forget it, the RV was so obviously mixed in, they should have noticed it long ago. No one stopped it, they probably just couldn't be bothered. There are so many zombies, we can't kill them all. Let her kill if she wants."
However, not many people know the uses of crystal cores right now. This person is quite clever; he's likely a superhuman.
The co-pilot agreed, "A metal-type ability user, right now the base needs one. When she leaves, someone should approach her and try to get her to join the base."
The helicopter circled the RV twice before flying back to the city to continue its work.
Meng Shiwan was unaware that these people had already identified her as a metal-type ability user and included her in their recruitment efforts.
All she knew was that these helicopters were quite idle, each circling the RV twice, creating a whooshing sound in the wind.
We still haven't assigned them enough work.
She drove until 3 p.m. but still didn't see the zombie slaughterhouse.
I'm tired, I don't want to drive anymore.
She turned the RV around, stopped it facing the horde of zombies, turned off the engine, and the blades continued to spin, relentlessly harvesting zombies.
Opening the central armrest, the contents of the transparent box inside caught her eye.
Not only are there crystal cores, but also many different kinds of jewelry.
She found a snack bag, opened the transparent box, took out everything inside, and brought it back to the RV.
I lay down on the small square table in the middle of the sofa and picked up the crystal cores first; there were twenty-five of them.
Twenty-five pieces, twenty-five cubic meters.
Before she could even imagine it, a handful of crystal cores in her hand vanished in a flash.
The system said briskly, "Return twenty-five crystal cores first, and you'll still need one hundred and seventy-five more."
Meng Shiwan: ...
She looked at her empty palms and resigned herself to her fate.
If it weren't for the system helping to modify the RV, collecting crystal cores wouldn't have been so easy.
Looking at the jewelry on the table again, it turned out they were all genuine; the worthless decorations should have been discarded.
The cheapest items here are all silver products, while the rest are made of various rare metals such as gold and platinum, as well as rare gemstones.
Meng Shiwan picked up a large gold chain and then a huge diamond ring, saying, "These are good things, I'll keep them for now."
This stuff can be exchanged for a meal inside the base.
She found a plastic candy box, put all the candy inside, tossed it at the corner of the stairs, and casually popped a chocolate into her mouth.
She couldn't be idle in the time ahead, so she planned to cook some hot dishes and store them in her space so she could take them out to eat when she didn't have time to cook in the future.
After thinking about it, I decided to make braised beef brisket with tomatoes, add some Shanghai bok choy when it's almost cooked, and serve it over rice. It'll be so fragrant!
Without further ado, we took out all the tomatoes we had stored in the refrigerator, about twenty or thirty of them, along with several large pieces of beef brisket and Shanghai bok choy.
"Meow!"
Ta Xue stared at her longingly.
Meng Shiwan slapped her forehead, "I forgot to feed you. You can eat some cat food first."
She quickly grabbed Ta Xue's small bowl and poured cat food for it.
It's already past 3 PM. She's had her fill of snacks, but Ta Xue is still hungry.
Seeing the cat food, Taxue ate it with a pitiful expression, crunching it down.
Meng Shiwan patted its head to comfort it, "I'll steam a small fish for you later to make it up to you."
Ta Xue let out a howl, barely forgiving Meng Shiwan.
She went upstairs and brought down a large soup pot, a large wok, and several disposable takeout boxes.
These were all stocked up at the supermarket before.
Cut the beef brisket into small pieces, blanch it, add spices and stew it, and then steam a large pot of rice.
The beef brisket needs to be stewed for a long time, and she steamed small fish and shrimp for Ta Xue in the steam oven.
After feeding Taxue, I made myself a large cup of milk tea, then held Taxue and lay on the sofa watching anime.
The zombie horde outside was moving, and many zombies were scratching and clawing around the RV.
Meng Shiwan kept the doors and windows tightly closed, turned on the air conditioner, and was happily watching anime while stewing beef brisket. In the middle of the meal, she even showed off half a large watermelon.
About an hour later, she got up, peeled the tomatoes, stir-fried them, and then poured them into the beef brisket to continue stewing.
By the time we ate, it was almost evening.
The helicopters hovering above never stopped, always circling the RV twice to see what this unique owner was up to.
Yes, I've already posted pictures of the food.
On a road teeming with zombies, cooking beef while watching TV and showing off your meal—probably no one else could do that.
Seeing how calm and carefree she was, they were actually a little envious.
Observing what the RV owner is doing each time they return becomes a source of enjoyment for helicopter pilots.
Meng Shiwan, accompanied by milk tea, showed off two large bowls of hot tomato and beef brisket rice.
This home-style flavor is more satisfying than any pre-cooked or ready-made meal I've had before.
After finishing your meal, line up rows of takeout containers, put rice at the bottom, top with tomato and beef brisket, close the lids, and put them in the refrigerator.
She made ten boxes in total, and they almost didn't fit in. She moved them around in the refrigerator several times before she could barely squeeze them in.
After a busy day, before it was completely dark, Meng Shiwan washed up and went to bed.
With the air conditioning on and a blanket covering me, the car was quiet and peaceful. It was very comfortable to sleep with Ta Xue in my arms.
The lights inside the RV were turned off, the curtains were drawn, and the helicopter pilots, still at work, lost their fun.
They're no longer just a little envious, they're extremely envious.
Driving a motorhome, free and unrestrained, who wouldn't want to live such a good life?
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