Chapter 13

The horrific corpse scenes have been completely dealt with, and the room looks much tidier.

The potato seedlings have grown up and are now lying quietly in the pot, as if they are sleeping.

On its flowerpot, there are two clean, newly unearthed potatoes, which are round and plump and very cute.

Fu Erdie walked forward, carefully picked up the potatoes, and then held the flowerpot in her arms.

This is really, a huge surprise.

Her food supply is settled!

Potato sprouts and green radish both have time to rest and grow after eating too much. They cannot "go to work" during this period.

So, Fu Erdie found Green Radish again and asked if there were any other mutant crops at home that could be taken out.

The green ivy turned around and picked out a seed from the ones that Fu Erdie brought back yesterday.

The seed did not germinate and was ordinary. Fu Erdie felt that it looked a bit like millet, but she was not sure.

Because it was too primitive and weak, Fu Erdie did not feel its movement.

But since it was picked out from the green radish, it must have its special features.

There were no extra flower pots at home, so Fu Erdie decided to plant it in a floor-standing vase that 16-7 could not move.

After yesterday's forced desensitization, Fu Erdie inspected and searched the place on the 16th floor where she didn't dare to go yesterday and where there were broken limbs and debris.

This time, she found a lot of things that could be used as flower pots.

Mutated green plants such as green radish and spider plant can take root and survive with a thin layer of soil. Without other mutant crops, Fu Erdie considered taking spider plants, gardenias and green plants out for food.

Clean up while you're at it.

After making sure that the 16th floor had been cleared, Fu Erdie began to enter the 17th floor.

The situation was similar to that on the sixteenth floor. Only three households on the seventeenth floor had their doors still closed and had not been breached.

Fu Erdie brought spider plants with her when she went out this time.

Chlorophytum is much more active than potato seedlings and has a larger appetite.

Before Fu Erdie finished searching one room, Chlorophytum was already happily preparing to clean the next room.

Fu Erdie had to keep an eye on the spider plant at all times, and if it showed any signs of running around, she would put it in a safe place like taking care of a naughty child so that it could continue eating.

In the first two rooms, Fu Erdie had to face the corpses alone.

The eight rooms at the back were already spotless when Fu Erdie entered, with not much dust left.

The spider plant is full and even wants to burp.

Fu Erdie quickly carried her back to 16-1, put her back on the balcony, and cleaned the 17th floor again.

The next day, she took Gardenia to the 18th floor and did the same thing.

On the third day, she took the succulents to the 19th floor.

This day has not been going well.

Succulent plants are cute and short. Their roots are just like their appearance, short and unable to extend out.

Fu Erdie held the small square box and placed it next to a piece of corpse.

It took the succulent plant a full hour to slowly extend its roots, which were thick but not long enough for flexibility.

Fu Erdie was busy with her own business, not worrying that it would roll over and jump into the danger zone in excitement.

By the time she had searched one floor, Duorou had finally eaten all the corpse pieces the size of a water bottle.

Fu Erdie thought about it, put it next to a larger corpse, then went home and picked up the recovered potato seedlings to eat and absorb the remaining garbage on this floor, and finally successfully obtained three potatoes.

Fu Erdie was very happy. She replaced the spider plants and gardenias and cleaned the 20th and 21st floors overnight. After making sure there were no zombies or other dangers on these floors, she placed the succulents in the room with the corpse parts and let them absorb them slowly.

Fu Erdie made some mashed potatoes in the evening and shared them with the dog.

On the balcony, ten kumquats have ripened and fifteen new ones have emerged.

The other potato seedlings planted earlier have not yet borne fruit, but there are already two sweet potatoes, which Fu Erdie picked up and stored.

The peach trees and cherry trees have grown up. Under the special variable environment of the balcony, they are not tall or strong, but look very solid. They have also begun to bear fruit, and it is estimated that there will be ripe fruits in four or five days.

These crops planted with our own fruits and grains within a few days of the end of the world are growing well.

Only tomatoes and cucumbers grew on vines, and they fought each other as they grew. Fu Erdie had seen them tangled and twisted more than once, and she didn't know if it was plant instinct or if it was a mutation of intelligence like the green radish.

After sweeping the building every day, Fu Erdie would try to stop the fight like a kindergarten principal, separating the vines and adjusting the direction of the vines so that one would go left and the other would go right.

But the next day, they will get entangled again and fight each other.

Fu Erdie thought about planting them like millet in a vase, in a vase that could not be moved from another floor, but they were unwilling to do so.

I tried to pull the green ivy and almost broke the vine, but I still couldn't get the cucumbers and tomatoes to leave the small flower bed on the balcony.

Fu Erdie had no choice but to give up.

Just like a person, maybe he can live normally in a room with a temperature of more than 30 degrees. But if he can stay in an air-conditioned room, why not? Tomato and Cucumber are reluctant to go out, probably not only because of the temperature, but also because 16-1 is safer and the air is fresher.

The mutation of the house can adjust many things. Maybe the soil condition of the flower bed is within the adjustment range of the room. Otherwise, it is hard to explain why Fu Erdie, who doesn't know the difference between grains, can grow all the crops.

The millet of 16-7 is a wisdom mutation, and when it was taken out, it was still small and had no room for resistance. Now it is growing stubbornly in the vase, and only a seedling has emerged, which looks very pitiful.

In order to appease it and also to conduct an experiment, Fu Erdie would water it on time every day.

She wondered if growing intelligent mutant plants outside her home could expand the area it protected.

At present, there is no such trend.

Fu Erdie could only keep trying.

On August 7, Fu Erdie had cleaned up to the 23rd floor from bottom to top.

If we clear one more floor, we will be able to connect all the way from the 16th floor to the rooftop.

She didn't know whether she was used to it or the cleaning was really effective, but she felt that these floors were no longer so smelly.

The 24th floor, which had not been cleaned, was also not as painful and smelly.

She was wearing beggar's clothes and carrying a gardenia, and started cleaning from 24-1 with familiarity.

Everything was going well.

But when it came to 24-4, she suddenly heard some movement inside 24-5.

She immediately stopped and tightened her grip on the hammer.

The sultry air seemed to stagnate for a moment. She looked in the direction of 24-5 and gently retreated, out of the range of the cat's eye.

The gardenia, which was working diligently, also sensed Fu Erdie's strangeness, so it stopped and disguised itself as an ordinary potted plant.

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However, in the hot and humid apocalypse with no clean water, a pot of gardenia, no matter how ordinary it is, is very unusual.

The gardenia didn't move, the Fuludie didn't move, and the unknown creature that made some noise inside 24-5 didn't move either.

The weather was very hot, and Fu Erdie's sweat quickly soaked her clothes and dripped onto the ground.

After a long time, Fu Erdie decided to retreat with the flowerpot.

The entrance of 24-4 is diagonally opposite to 24-5. When Fu Erdie goes out, he will definitely be caught in the other party's peripheral vision.

However, cat eyes cannot see things clearly. As long as the speed is fast enough, the other party may not be able to react.

She turned sideways and rushed out like the wind.

Things around me slid by like fleeting afterimages.

Fu Erdie opened her eyes wide. Her speed... seemed to be much faster than at the beginning.

After leaving the corridor, Fu Erdie went straight downstairs, ready to give up the entire 24th floor.

Then a hoarse voice came from the corridor behind me.

"Excuse me, is it a human?"

I couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, the only thing I knew for sure was that it was weak. Very weak.

Fu Erdie felt relieved, but was afraid that it was the protective color of a psychic, so she continued to go downstairs.

The sound was very urgent, like someone pulling a bellows with great effort.

"I want some water, just a little bit, okay?"

Fu Erdie continued to go downstairs.

But she went down the stairs slower and slower, and when she reached the 22nd floor, she stopped.

If that person is not a zombie or a person with special abilities, but just an ordinary person, her casual help now may be able to help her get through the difficult times.

Her house has water, fruit, potatoes that are still producing, and even peppers and onions planted before the end of the world. If she just gives this neighbor a little bit of these things, maybe she will survive?

She has no shortage of these things.

However, if I give it to him and get pestered by him again, will the experiment I am going to do and the secrets of my room be exposed?

The moral obligation to save lives and the instinct of self-defense are intertwined.

Fu Erdie went down a few steps and finally ran back home.

She filled the bottle she had found with water, picked up a kumquat, and went out again.

She walked slowly, feeling the temperature of the kumquats and water gradually rising until it reached room temperature, and then she slowly came to the 24th floor.

The 24th floor was completely silent. Fu Erdie walked cautiously, step by step. Before turning, she opened her phone camera to take a picture of the situation on the other side of the corner.

When I looked up, I saw a dirty old lady lying by the door.

She quickened her pace, walked over and tapped the old lady's calf with her toes.

Slowly, the little old woman opened her eyes.

His dry lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Fu Erdie no longer cared to be vigilant, unscrewed the water bottle, put it to the old lady's lips, and gently poured water into it.

The little old lady closed her eyes slowly, and when she regained some strength, she took the bottle and drank it down.

I quickly drank half of the bottle of water.

For people who are dehydrated, drinking a whole bottle is a matter of minutes.

But the old lady had half a bottle left, and she looked at Fu Erdie: "Sister, if I finish this bottle of water, will you be left with nothing to drink?"

Fu Erdie shook her head: "I still have some."

She handed over the kumquat: "Here you go."

The old lady was smelly and hadn't taken a bath for a long time. But compared to the zombies and rotting corpses, this was nothing.

She took the fist-sized kumquat with some trembling hands and took a bite.

A little sour, a little sweet, and can save lives.

(End of this chapter)