After I Became a Zombie, My Face Is Paralyzed

The last four years of mourning, October 21.

The last satellite city near Kyoto fell.

November seventeenth.

Kyoto fell.

It is said that it would not have fallen so early.

However, the zombies locked up in several research institutes in the city were driven crazy by the breath of the zombie tide outside the city. They broke through the research institutes and ran rampant in the urban area. Among them, there were some high-level zombies with terrible fighting power.

Overnight, Kyoto became a **** on earth.

After tens of days of hard work, this shining pearl was finally annihilated in the winter of the last four years of mourning.

The news was brought by a group of refugees from afar, most of them from Kyoto and nearby satellite cities.

At that time, December was approaching the last four years of mourning, and this year's winter was particularly cold.

The cold air from the south has caused a layer of gray frost on the wasteland, but no snow has been seen for a long time.

The bare ground was completely frozen, and even iron cones could not pierce the pits, and the corpses of frozen animals and humans could be seen everywhere.

The influx of refugees has made the city crowded, and the reserved quarantine areas on the outskirts have been crowded with shacks from refugee camps, extending to the very roots of the city walls.

As a last resort, Daxing City built another wall outside the city wall, and encircled a large piece of land as an outer city to temporarily resettle the refugees.

At this time, Xiao Shenwei was wearing a red cross armband on his arm, and was following the quarantine team in the outer city to conduct quarantine for the refugees.

Rong Yun took care of Xiao Ping'an in the apartment.

It was so cold in the oasis that they had to bring her over.

This is their fourth round trip between Oasis and Daxing.

Winter is coming, and they need to move back to Daxing City. The log cabin in the oasis may not be enough to survive the harsh winter that has come.

And as winter approaches, their plantations are temporarily unable to function as they should.

Fortunately, the virus on Xiao Shenwei no longer poses a threat, so there is no need to worry about his death and injury.

Only Ni Youqing was reluctant to leave. There were still several zombies for experiments in her laboratory. However, after the catastrophe in Kyoto, Daxing probably would not agree with her to build the laboratory in the city.

Since Xiao Shenwei's condition improved, Ni Youqing has started to develop new medicines suitable for everyone based on Xiao Shenwei's exclusive medicine.

- Of course, this is still inseparable from the blood support of the antibody owners Xiao Shenwei and Rong Yun, and of course the selfless (forced) dedication of the zombie experimental subjects.

But now, her research and development progress has entered a bottleneck, because there are not enough advanced zombie samples to support her research.

Those guys are too dangerous and too difficult to catch. Until now, they have only provided Ni Youqing with two living high-level zombies, and now there are only half of them left, with incomplete limbs and half dead in a huge petri dish that is one person high. He looked like he was about to burp at any time.

At this time, Ni Youqing was staying in the oasis, trying to drain the last value of this zombie before the first snow fell, and then followed Xiao Shenwei and the others back to Daxing for the winter.

The encounter in Kyoto is like the sword of Damocles hanging over people's heads, making the atmosphere of this winter chill.

The most direct manifestation is that the number of city guards on the top of the city has doubled, guarding the watchtower day and night.

And the people selling food in the market have almost disappeared, and everyone is desperately stocking up on winter food, hoping to survive the winter.

Xiao Shenwei doesn't have to worry about the food issue.

The food they have saved will sustain them until next summer without going out hunting.

It's just that the life of the refugees is getting more and more difficult day by day.

"It's noisy!"

"There's a fight over there!"

"...I'm going to be killed..."

"…"

There was a sudden uproar in the refugee camp not far away, and there were faint cries of children.

Xiao Shenwei followed his reputation and frowned.

The patrolling city guards quickly gathered around.

Pushing aside the crowds surrounded by the inner three floors and the outer three floors, they finally saw the initiator.

The bony middle-aged man curled up on the ground and was kicked and beaten by three or five men without a word, holding something tightly in his arms.

The men were swearing and stomping on his legs, his stomach, his back.

Some children were so startled by this battle that they cried out and shrank into the arms of their adults.

"Damn, I have eaten the courage of the ambitious leopard, and dare to steal our things!"

"Hand over it! Give it to Lao Tzu! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will beat you to death!"

A man stretched out his hand and grabbed the gray cloth wrapped in the middle-aged man's arms while drinking and cursing.

"...Well, cough...no...please..."

The man coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, but his hands covered with black oil clenched the package even tighter.

The surrounding people just watched, pointed to the people in the center of the noise and talked.

"What are you doing! No fighting!"

A city guard yelled loudly and fired a shot into the sky.

The chattering audience was silent for a while, and the few who were doing it froze. They looked at the heavily armed city guards who came around, spat at the middle-aged man who was almost unable to move, and stopped.

"what happened?"

"He stole our stuff."

"What did you steal?"

"A deer leg."

"Just take things back, don't hit people."

A few men looked at the gun in the city guard's hand, nodded, ripped off the deer leg from the middle-aged man's arms, and walked away scolding bad luck.

Stealing and robbing food is nothing new in the chaotic refugee camp. The city guards have to deal with this kind of incident every once in a while.

In a camp where food is severely deficient, these people can do anything.

The onlookers slowly dispersed.

Only the man who was beaten and bleeding from his nose and mouth was left on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

After a long time, he coughed twice, slowly got up from the ground, and limped toward the camp.

"Qiao San, were you beaten again today?"

Someone huddled in a shack wrapped in a tattered blanket, bared his head and shouted at him.

Third Qiao's footsteps paused, but he ignored it.

"Qiao San, is your wife okay?"

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the crowd.

"Damn, let me tell you, he's a half-blind crippled man who can't work or hunt, so why don't he tie a red rope around the door, maybe he'll be full every day! I'm right, Mr. Qiao three!"

There was another burst of laughter in the venue.

The third Qiao stopped, clenched his thin fingers into fists, and looked at the speaker.

"Yo, angry? What, am I wrong? Just you, you can't even support yourself, and you still want to support your mother-in-law and children?"

"That's right, you didn't see it. This morning the child was so hungry that he couldn't cry."

"God is pitiful to see... sins..."

People were talking all over the place, but it was like a knife, stabbing the third Qiao's heart with blood.

His fists clenched and relaxed, and finally slumped down to his side.

"Hey—I said—"

Someone stopped the third Qiao who was about to leave.

"I have half a rabbit's leg left over here, do you want to?"

The man shook his hand with a half forearm length, and there were leg bones with a lot of meat.

"…"

Third Qiao looked at him without saying a word, but his eyes stayed on the rabbit's leg for a moment.

... This thigh bone is boiled in soup, and then boiled with some wild vegetables, they can drink three mouthfuls for several days.

"In this way, let's have a discussion." The man saw that the third Qiao was a little moved, and a sullen smile hung on his face: "Let me sleep with your mother-in-law, and this rabbit leg will go home..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the third Qiao rushing towards him with red eyes, and his thin body burst out with amazing strength in an instant, punching the man with a black eye.

The person who was beaten shouted and kicked the third Qiao with one kick. He was about to go up to make up for a few more kicks, but was frightened by the eyes of the third Qiao.

"Niang Xipi... bad luck!"

With a spit, the man turned and left, not forgetting to take his rabbit leg bone.

Third Qiao received a kick, got up with difficulty, and squeezed past the flies-like buzzing of the people around him.

Not far behind, a figure followed silently.

…

…

Xiao Shenwei had never seen such a scene before.

In the poorest and worst corner of the refugee camp.

These people didn't even have decent clothes. They were only wrapped in felt blankets issued by Daxing City, which were too dirty to see their true colors.

Here, even the cry of the child is small and weak.

He saw red ropes tied to the door of some shacks.

A man got out of the shack with his pants on, and put a small piece of jerky the size of a palm at the door.

Then a thin, naked woman's arm stretched out from the curtain, and she quickly dragged the jerky into the shack as if she was afraid of being snatched away.

Xiao Shenwei looked away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He thought he knew what the red string represented.

But they're just there to survive, that's all.

This winter is too cold.

All it takes is one snow to bury a lot of people.

Third Qiao has returned to his "home".

His few-month-old daughter looked out of the curtain with her eyes open in her mother's arms, skinny like a little monkey cub.

"You're back! Bring something to eat today..."

The woman raised her head in surprise, but swallowed halfway.

"Only this..." Mr. Qiao took out two dry biscuits from his arms and lowered his head: "I'm sorry... I'm useless..."

The woman said nothing, took the cake, carefully broke off two small pieces, soaked it in hot water, softened it a little, and fed it to the child in her arms.

"Didn't Boss Liu say that he will lose weight today? You helped him repair so many sky trains, and you gave him two cakes?"

The woman's voice was faint, a little abrupt in the dim and silent shack.

"…"

Third Qiao's mouth moved, rubbing his hands full of oil stains, but he didn't make a sound.

Xiao Shenwei outside stood for a while and left.

He came back with a deer leg wrapped in grey cloth and two bags of dry food borrowed (qiang) from some people.

Putting the things on the door, Xiao Shenwei thought for a while, and then took out a half-small packet of milk powder from his arms.

Since he brought Xiaoping over, he has always carried milk powder and a thermos cup on his body.

"Anyone outside?"

The woman's voice sounded.

"I gonna go see."

Third Qiao opened the curtain, only to see his lost deer leg lying in front of the door.

There are also two bags of dry food from unknown sources, and a small packet of white powder.

His eyes were red, and the third Qiao took the things in, came out again, knelt on the ground and kowtowed firmly.

On the other side, Xiao Shenwei changed out of the quarantine team's clothes, exchanged food for two bottles of wine from the supply and marketing agency, and carried it home.

There was a sudden coolness on his cheeks.

Xiao Shenwei raised his head and stretched out his hand.

A little gleaming white fell on the finger, and it turned into a little water.

"Snowing."

The hot air exhaled from his mouth was quickly torn apart by the cold wind in the air.

Xiao Shenwei buttoned the hat of his sweater, sighed at the tips of his fingers that were red from the cold, and quickened his pace.

...Well, what will Rong Yun cook today?

Garlic bacon? Or stewed pigeon pumpkin porridge?

At the same time, a few miles away from Daxing City, the woman wearing a hood and cape trekked for hundreds of miles, and finally fell to the ground, revealing the pale skin of her hands and the tips of her black-blue fingernails.

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A certain exam topic of a certain exam course in the final exam: What kind of teaching is teaching Chinese as a foreign language?

Me: Teaching Chinese as a foreign language is a kind of teaching with teaching Chinese as a foreign language?

Full marks for logic! :P

That is, the teacher may probably give me zero points (Teacher: The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone.jpg.)

Speaking of which, the current APP is really sick. Every time you want to access the address book, access the location, and even the K song software.

What are you doing, if I don't sing well, do you still want to send someone to assassinate me? [Black question mark.jpg.]

So am I the only one not on vacation yet? ? ? ? ?

Why do I still have four exams to take? ?

Back it up like a fool.