Wastewater zombie crisis.
This is a fiction prophesied by God, in which the story becomes reality: the post-apocalyptic world that is told and polluted. June 30, 2023 or reborn, thirty days later the global zombie crisis will break out, Zhuang Qi in the previous life only lived for fifty-three days before being killed.
The source of the zombie crisis is an island nation in the Pacific Ocean, which secretly discharged nuclear-contaminated water into the trench next to them a few years ago, following the undercurrents of the sea floor all over the world. I don't know why, the nuclear contaminated water at the bottom was swept up to the upper ocean, and the evaporated seawater converged into clouds and rained all over the world, which lasted for two whole days.
Normal people will be unwell after being exposed to rain full of radiation, and their muscles gradually become stiff after a day of high fever, and their brains gradually atrophy, and with the cessation of physiological activities, humans become zombies. This phenomenon, which does not conform to biological virology and immunology, cannot be found by even the world's top scientists.
A month later, only a handful of survivors on Earth were still surviving, and Zhuang Qi clenched his fists and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes. He was excited that he had a chance to do it again, and he was also angry that he had died so badly in his previous life. The sudden disaster caught everyone off guard.
Zhuang Qi lived in a downtown area, and after the zombie crisis, he could only live at home, living well on the closed cistern on the roof and the bread noodles snatched from downstairs, until his neighbor took in a poor girl who asked Feng Shanshan to steal and buy it.
After seeing the survivors driving downstairs, Feng Shanshan decisively sold the neighbor. Several people came with Feng Shanshan, and Liying and Wai Cooperated snatched all the neighbor's food and killed her. They searched house to door, and finally found Zhuang Qi, broke down the door again, stole all the supplies, and finally hung him on a street lamp to attract zombies to eat.
Zhuang Qi's last memory stayed in the fading car and the presumptuous laughter of several people: "Fuck your mother! His hand slammed against the bedside table, and a soreness pulled his thoughts back. Zhuang Qi raised his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, his eyes revealing indifference and fierceness. Originally, the despair of death filled his heart, but now he had a second chance, and at this moment a voice sounded in Zhuang Qi's mind: [Ding! Host Respawn Apocalyptic Survival System has been detected and activated! At the same time, a long translucent bar appeared in front of his eyes, and before he could react, the number on it began to change rapidly: one hundred percent, the activation was successfully bound to the host. This is the system, the progress bar has disappeared, replaced by a translucent panel with these four big words on it, the user guide is so intimate.
The sharp-eyed Zhuang Qi found a logo on the next page in the lower right corner, and after clicking on it, a row of text appeared in front of him. This system is called the Apocalypse Survival System, which covers various modules such as quest shop status, backpack lottery, etc. As the survival time increases, the mission will be opened from time to time, and the module will be unlocked accordingly. Tip: If the host dies, the system will automatically unbind it. Death Zhuang Qi pinched his chin and laughed, and Lu Jianping roared, this kind of thing is farting in the last days. Others will not be soft on you, and a big fist is the last word, so it is king to be at ease.
As Zhuang Qi clicked the button on the next page, a blue interface appeared, and the functions on it seemed to have a lot, but now there are only three task status backpacks open, so Zhuang Qi browsed the backpack at will, and it was empty at this time, and there was 10,000 grids of space to store a cubic meter, which means a full 10,000 cubic meters. Not only that, but its upper right corner also clearly reads: only store dead things for permanent preservation.
The status interface displays the basic information of the individual, and all the attribute values of themselves are currently one and one, which is the level of a normal person, and there is a special status bar at the bottom, which is also empty at this time.
When Zhuang Qi opens the mission interface, two tasks appear on the panel, the main quest: Find a suitable place as a shelter. Rewards: Shelter, a 1,000-point shop, module on. Side Quest: Raise 310 million and reward RMB 100 million. Zhuang Qi rubbed his eyes, looked at the two tasks with some disbelief, breathed a little heavily, and directly gave me a shelter. Oh my God, what a top reward is this, and that one hundred million, one hundred million, he has never seen so much money in his life.
The house he lives in is in the third ring road of Beicheng, and his parents bought it in full. It's a pity that they suffered a car accident soon after, leaving Zhuang Qi alone, and they left without enjoying life for most of their lives. Only this house and the more than three million left on the books were this house. This is a big blow to Zhuang Qi, who is still in college.
At this time, the end of the world is coming, this property and money will soon turn into a bunch of bubbles, thinking of Zhuang Qi's mind flashed, and began to laugh: "I'm such a genius...", he ran to the bedside table and rummaged around.
Took out a red book title deed! Zhuang Qi took a picture of the real estate certificate with his mobile phone, and ran to the agency downstairs with the real estate certificate in his clothes. Run to do it? Of course, it's a sale! The third ring city is the first to fall when the end comes, and it is impossible to choose refuge here, so let the house play its maximum value!
Hello! I want to sell a house! Zhuang Qi panted and ran into the counter of the agency, took out the real estate certificate and slapped it on the table. It was already cool hot at the end of June, and an old man in a white vest and big pants leaned back in a rocking chair.
