Interactive Fiction: The Right Choice After Unemployment

Chapter 270 Return to Hometown
14.3% for option one, 71.4% for option two, and 14.3% for option four.

……

【Option [-]】

[Trying to repair the semi-abandoned vehicles in the camp and drive them to the port area]

……

no means of movement...

Zheng Zhuo looked into the camp.

Abandoned scaffolding and discarded metal parts are everywhere, and in the corner, there are some rusty motorcycles.

He goes there.

"……Wow."

Zheng Zhuo had never seen a motorcycle with such serious wind erosion.The car body has been blown into a pure mud color by the wind in the desert, and it is covered with thick ash everywhere.Where the naked eye can see, including tires, cylinders, handles, and instrument panels, all moving devices have a layer of rust.

"Can this still work?"

Zheng Zhuo clicked his tongue.

But he also knew that only things of this quality could be left from the places swept away by the "garbage dump".

Zheng Zhuo squatted down.Either way, this might be the only hope of getting him out of here.

... He no longer wants to pin his hopes on riding in other people's mobile tools.He doesn't believe in anything now.

"I hope that in this world, I don't need to pay back the car loan."

Zheng Zhuo dragged the motorcycle into the arena.He said as he knocked off its shell vigorously.

Gradually, Zheng Zhuo discovered that not all bad things happened to him.

During the carrying process, he realized that his strength had increased.In addition, technical capabilities have improved.

"(I'm pretty sure I didn't know how to assemble and modify motorcycles.)"

He tapped the rust, thinking.

Those nanochips nearly killed him.But it doesn't appear to be all negative.

……

After a while.

Zheng Zhuo successfully removed all weathered, deformed and rusty parts.

During this period, he only rested for a few hours and drank some water in the camp.Food He ate only a paste made of wheat flour mixed with water and heated.

After all, the only thing that can be eaten is the wheat flour that has not been taken away.Zheng Zhuo thought, this may be because of the size.

But he didn't get used to it.

"(Am I superhuman now?)"

Zheng Zhuo thought about this question from time to time, but he was not sure.

He could not confirm his assessment point.During maintenance, he can indeed feel that he has become smarter and smarter, but at other times, double images, auditory hallucinations, semicircular canal vertigo, and sudden loss of strength and loss of control of limbs also accompany him from time to time.

I definitely can't fight people now.

Zheng Zhuo is sure not to mention his reflexes...even though his reflexes are pretty good now...even if the opponent doesn't find him at all, he can't guarantee that he won't get sick during the battle.

"Hey."

It is useless to think too much.Let's do what's in front of us first.

Zheng Zhuo turned his attention back to the motorcycle frame at hand.

"..."

Yes, he really has nothing to put back.After dismantling all unusable parts, only the most basic skeleton structure, transmission structure and engine remain on this motorcycle.

Moreover, it doesn't look very much like the motorcycle Zheng Zhuo imagined.

He circled around the motorcycle frame.

There are three wheels.The front is a single wheel, and the back is a double wheel. The overall structure is triangular, with a thick beam in the middle.

Compared with the land motorcycle Zheng Zhuo imagined, it is more like the snowmobile he imagined.

The wheels were also completely unusable.All were dismantled due to rust.

He can't ride a motorcycle skeleton on the road.

but……

"In other words, as long as there are wheels, this thing can still move."

The skeleton is carbon brazing.It's fairly solid and doesn't suffer much from weathering.

As long as you find the wheels, at worst, even pedaling is better than relying on two legs alone.

After dawn, Zheng Zhuo briefly left the camp.

When he returned in the evening, he brought with him a badly deformed supermarket trolley.

……

The trolley is also painted red and white with promotional slogans.Why is it in the desert?The reason Zheng Zhuo could think of was falling from the garbage truck.

Anyway, no one needs it.Zheng Zhuo removed its wheels and installed them on the frame of his motorcycle.

Now, he has a motorcycle skeleton with pitifully small wheels that he can push around.

What makes it better than that trolley is that it still has room for improvement...

Zheng Zhuo comforted himself like this.He piled all the tools on the "motorcycle", and then brought some water and wheat flour.

He set off on his motorcycle.

After walking for about two hours, he collected three wheels of the same model from the abandoned vehicles on the side of the road.

His motorcycle now has wheels.

After another hour or so, he got a working chain on a bike that had been knocked out of existence.

He replaced the chains that had rusted away and only held them in place.

Another half hour or so.

Zheng Zhuo finally found a car with some fuel in the tank.

……

Hum, hum, chug.

Zheng Zhuo drove a motorcycle that bumped like a spring car on the plain.

The car sucks.Where the car body is insufficient, it all depends on Zheng Zhuo's momentum, perseverance and athletic ability to persevere.

"(No, no, no, no matter what, the speed has become faster...)"

Zheng Zhuo had to keep his mouth shut to prevent his teeth from biting off his tongue.

He glanced at the dashboard.

"..."

The dashboard shows zero speed.

All right.He still didn't fix the dashboard in the end.However, he felt that his current speed was not slow.

At least there can be a 40km/h.

And the Bay Area is the area closest to the wilderness in Luodu.

He bumped and flew over the hillside, and saw the pier, tower cranes, containers and the sea in the distance.

……

When Zheng Zhuo finally entered the port area, the motorcycle was about to fall apart.

And Zheng Zhuo was about to fall apart.

The setting sun gradually sinks into the horizon where the sea and sky meet.Zheng Zhuo drove along the seaside path in the last afterglow, and parked his motorcycle beside the road.

If there is anything good about this broken motorcycle, Zheng Zhuo thought, the only advantage is that it is not easy to be stolen.

"(Nobody wants it. They don't know how to drive it.)"

After being tortured by motorcycles for too long, Zheng Zhuo even felt a little complacent in his heart.

Night gradually fell.Zheng Zhuo lowered his body, tried his best to avoid the drones patrolling in the air, and moved inward.

"(Remember...the warehouse where Shen Shen's corpse is...indeed...)"

He walked in by memory.His holographic glasses already had a signal, but he dared not use them here: he was afraid of being located.

As soon as he got the signal, he contacted the young woman, but there was still no response, which made him a little uneasy.

what happened?

He has to know.

Zheng Zhuo gradually approached the location of the warehouse.He walked through the narrow alleyway, which was different from the big road last time.

This laneway contains many large items covered by green canvas.

"(What's this?)"

Zheng Zhuo lifted a corner of the cloth.

He saw a machine gun.

"(Uh-huh?)"

Just before Zheng Zhuo understood the situation, he heard footsteps.

someone is coming.

……

【problem】

【Where to hide? 】

【Option [-]】

【Near the warehouse】

【Option [-]】

【Higher terrain】

【Option [-]】

【Near the machine gun】

【Option [-]】

【A place close to the motorcycle】

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