Su Hao walked to the edge of the field, picked a handful of wheat ears that were grouting, rubbed off the hard shells on the surface, put the soft wheat grains into his mouth, and chewed them slowly.

"What the hell is going on?"

It was the middle-aged man who was talking to Su Hao in the hall in the morning. He walked over with a sad expression, stood more than three meters away from Su Hao, and asked in a lost tone, "Can you... please tell me, what's going on? Why is this happening? What happened?"

Su Hao looked at him and replied calmly: "Actually you have guessed the answer. That's right, this is a very contagious virus. The infected person will be parasitized in a short time and mutated into the zombies you see along the way."

"Then why are you not infected? We have not mutated?"

A tall and tall woman squeezed into the front and asked in a low voice: "There shouldn't be such a thing... No, since it is transmitted through the air, why hasn't it spread to everyone? You, you must be lying. I'm just doing an immune work, you can't deceive me----"

"Everyone has a different physique and is also adaptable to viruses."

Su Hao glanced at her and said lightly: "Genes, genders, blood types, cells... these may affect the virus. The subtle difference between the fittest and the unfit is difficult to explain in a few words. Since you are engaged in this type of work, you should understand that vaccines cannot be used for all populations. Just like penicillin, although it can kill bacteria, someone is also allergic to it, resulting in hemiplegia and even death."

A strange light shook in the woman's eyes: "What do you mean is that as long as those who survive are immune to the virus?"

Su Hao shook his head: "Air transmission is completely different from direct bites. You can understand that there are differences in the number of viruses entering the body. If air transmission is regarded as the standard for the number of viruses entering the human body as "1", then zombie bites and scratches means that the number of viruses entering reaches "10", or the number of viruses entering exponentially increases "20", "30", "100". In short, those mutated creatures are very dangerous, and they feed on living people."

In the crowd, a hoarse voice was talking to himself: "...I don't believe it, I don't believe it. This is not true. This is just an ordinary disaster. Someone will definitely come to save us. Things will not be what you said."

The last sentence made people suddenly active like hormones. They were talking, some looked worried, some were numb. Everyone had their own opinions, and everyone showed evidence to convince the other party. Some agreed, some opposed, some cried bitterly, and some were excited. The scene was in chaos, and the sound became louder and louder, like the "buzzing" noise made by flies.

Lao Song and Tao Yuan jumped out of the truck cab and walked to Su Hao with Du Tianhao, silently staring at the chaotic crowd.

"No! I will never believe this. This is a lie. He is deceiving us. The country and the government will not abandon this city, there will definitely be rescue!"

"They don't seem to be lying, and there is no need to lie to us. We all saw the cars and corpses on the road. They were all true, not photography props. Do you remember when I was in the bath center? The thugs also said that the world has changed, changed..."

"What should we do? Escape?"

"I want to go home, I want to go home———"

The middle-aged man was still standing next to Su Hao, and for a few minutes, he seemed to have become ten years older. He hunched over and turned a deaf ear to the discussions of the crowd behind him. He looked at Su Hao with a confused look, very uncertain and expectantly asked: "I...my son is in Guangzhou. Do you think he...will he have something to do?"

This problem was a bit unexpected. Su Hao glanced at him meaningfully and shook his head slowly: "I don't know. Many people are dead, but few people survive."

The middle-aged man's expression gradually became sad and his face was full of despair: "There is really no rescue troops? Then why did you come to save us? Who are you?"

Old Song looked at him with pity: "We are ordinary people like you."

"But you have guns."

"Soldiers and policemen are also humans, and they will be infected and become zombies."

"The food stored in that small building is enough for hundreds of people to eat... What's going on?"

“There are many shops in the city that can find these things. Since we are still alive, we need food and a place to live.”

All explanations were logical, the chaotic crowd slowly began to calm down, and faces were as stiff as sculptures.

"...Oh my God!"

I don’t know who called out this first, and it was thunderous and thunderous in everyone’s heart.

"No! I don't believe it! I don't believe it——"

A woman in her forties screamed and rushed out of the crowd and ran desperately towards the cliff in the distance. She waved her hands, and her shrill shouting was enough to pierce the eardrum. Several men who had just come to their senses chased after her and wanted to catch her, but they could not exceed her crazy speed. They could only watch her rush to the edge of the cliff, like a legendary martyr, falling head-on.

At the bottom of the cliff, there is a turbulent river. On the map, its name is "Niolan River".

Unable to accept reality, you can only go crazy in the collapse.

People stared blankly at the direction where the woman jumped, widened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if a group of puppets were caught in spells.

Suddenly, a tall and thin man suddenly woke up and ran to Su Hao quickly, grabbed his clothes tightly, shaking them desperately, and asked in a crazy manner: "No! It shouldn't be like this. The virus infection area is not that big, and they cannot spread to the whole world. The United States, Britain, Switzerland... These countries have very developed medical technology, so there must be vaccines there, right? Let's leave here, go to the airport, find planes, and leave China. I... I... I have an American passport, and I want to leave this damn place."

Su Hao and Tao Yuan looked at each other, and their faces suddenly became cold and sarcastic.

"Let's go now. It must be like this. The avian flu in the past can only be cured by "Daffy". That kind of thing cannot be created at all in China. There must be new drugs abroad that can eliminate the virus. You have guns, protect me, and go together. I have money and will not let you run away in vain. You, you, and you, each person has 500,000... no, one million."

The man became more and more excited, and he kept saying a lot of incoherent words. Although the word order was inverted and confused, it was enough to make people understand what they wanted to express.

Du Tianhao threw away the cigarette butts sandwiched between his fingers, sprayed a thick circle of eyes, looked up at the blue sky, and exhaled: "My bank deposit is only 12,000 yuan. I used to think I was a poor man, hahahahaha... Huh———This feels so fucking good, so cool!"

As he said that, he took out a red hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and lit it with a lighter in front of the man.

This action is more convincing than any words.

The thin man stared blankly at the black ash that kept flying from the end of the flames, and the excitement and excitement in his eyes gradually faded away. He felt that breathing became extremely difficult, as if an invisible giant rock was pressing heavily on his heart, crushing away his self-esteem and shattering his beliefs. He tore up the familiar order in the past like a devil.

"thump----"

His knees softened and he knelt heavily. He stuck his head to the ground, grabbed his hands in the soil, and laughed wildly like a nerve.

"Hahahaha———You lie to me, you must be lying to me. Money, how could money be useless? I still have tens of millions in the bank, but you actually say that money is useless? Burn money... Hahaha! Scammers! They are all liars!"

Suddenly, he jumped up suddenly, rushed to Du Tianhao, pointed at the tip of his nose, and roared at the highest scale that he could achieve: "All this is a scam you created, a conspiracy. I don't believe you speak, and I don't believe a word----"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face looked red because there was too much blood. He pointed at Du Tianhao, turned to Su Hao, and then changed directions, pointing back and forth in the crowd, shouting loudly: "I have money more than you. My "Bentley" is worth millions, and you won't have enough salary for a month when you have a meal. I still have gold, stocks, houses, and...

Du Tianhao walked over with a gloomy face, strode over, punched the thin man in the cheek, blocking the words he had not finished yet. Then, he spat at the man who was curled on the ground and whined helplessly, cursing disdainfully: "Your mom is a pussy———"

The middle-aged man who had been silent for a long time walked up to Su Hao and asked with a sad face: "What should we do?"

Su Hao looked at him, then looked at the others standing opposite him, and found that everyone's eyes were focused on him. There was hesitation, hostility and indifference. More so, there was expectation and confusion.

"The city is full of zombies, and other more terrifying mutant creatures. We have to build new camps here. There are a lot of farmland to cultivate nearby and plenty of water. Trust me, we can live well and not die."

There were still people crying in a low voice, looking at Su Hao still had distrust and guarding elements. Obviously, a few words could not eliminate their inner vigilance and stubbornness. However, between "believe" and "not believe", they could only choose the former.

Because, choosing to "not believe" means leaving and being abandoned.

It means being completely swallowed by a strange, chaotic, and cruel world.

..

Four gray-green military tents were tied up on the hillside. Through the semi-covered waterproof curtains, you can see neatly arranged camp beds, bedding, and various personal supplies.

The open space more than fifty meters south is full of sand and stone and bags of cement. The surface is covered with tarpaulin and drainage ditches are dug on the surrounding ground. Several rut marks extend from a distance, connecting the field and the road. Occasionally, the wind blows by, and loose floating soil is flying everywhere.

Further apart, there is an excavator and a concrete mixer. The triangular piles have been built, and cut steel is piled up next to it. Including the heavy trucks loaded with bricks on the roadside, all of these construction materials come from various real estate construction sites in the city. In recent years, real estate has been hot and are working hard to build everywhere. It is not so much a city, but rather a large construction site that has been dug up and ruined. There are a complete range of materials and extremely large quantities.

Su Hao and other core members of the team discussed and drafted the ground to clean up the flat ground, digging soil samples, and setting up building patterns. They also asked the dependents who had just joined, wanting to find people familiar with the construction project and get help. However, everyone was unfamiliar with this and had never been exposed to anything similar before.

In desperation, they could only use the stupidest method to collect books on architecture from a bookstore and carefully study it. They did not need to be proficient, they just needed to understand the most basic principles and various basic construction processes.

Su Hao has not high requirements for outdoor resident locations———at least one hundred people live in houses, supporting reservoirs, warehouses, and garages.

The most important thing is to have a wall that is tall, thick, and strong enough to protect all buildings.

The small solar power generation equipment obtained from the city shop has been installed. This thing is very cheap, and the price on the label is only "RMB 36,800". The technological content is not as profound as imagined. Compared with the manual, Liao Qiu only took a few hours to put it outside the tent and started generating electricity.

Nine days have passed since the start of the camp.

Thirty-one people were left behind who were rescued from the bath center. Twenty-two men and nine women.

Some of the others didn't believe Su Hao's words and left directly and looked for another way out.

Some people cannot accept reality and go crazy.

Some choose to commit suicide...

In the city, with the bank building as a base, three hunting teams go out every day. Their mission is to kill zombies, obtain rotten hormones and silver bones, and try to collect food, clothing, tools, fuel, and all available resources.

Outside the city, Su Hao and Tao Yuan stayed on the construction site, responsible for the construction progress of the field camp. Every two days, a batch of supply materials and materials will be transported in the city. Many new team members will drive. Although they have never experienced driving a truck before, the empty roads are the best test site. There are no traffic rules and no police come to salute, and then fine them.

The foundation was dug very deep and bad. People have seen excavators but have no practical experience. The bucket either stretches too long or is inserted into the mud and forgets to recycle it. They even lost the center of gravity twice and the entire vehicle body leaned forward. But fortunately, no one was injured.

Compared with the books, Su Hao found that the foundation of more than 30 meters exceeded the normal value. This depth is not to mention an ordinary building, even the building is enough. In annoyance, he could only choose another location nearby and rebuild it.

He doesn't want to waste time. The huge pit can be converted into an underground warehouse, or a parking lot.

Of course, the team's current technical strength is not enough to complete this project. It should be left to future joiners.

Many people complain, and some people are angry and shouting that they don’t want to do it anymore. It’s not surprising that they have this idea——No one of them has ever done a similar job, and there is no technicality in this kind of labor. It is purely digging soil, driving piles, mixing, and laying bricks... It’s monotonous and boring, and it consumes a lot of physical strength.

Not everyone complains about this, and some continue working silently.

..

The afternoon sun is stronger than usual, without a trace of wind, and the sweat just oozed out of the skin, and it was immediately evaporated by the boiling heat waves, leaving only a circle of pale white salt powder.

Su Hao stood next to the newly dug foundation and used a bucket to fill the mixed cement slurry into the foundation column. The columns of these reinforced concrete structures were extremely thick, with four times the size of ordinary buildings, and the consumption of steel bars also increased accordingly. They stood like this, looking full of accomplishment, solid, stable and solid.

Everything is exploring. As long as the lower foundation is solid enough and the center of gravity is stable, the superstructure will definitely not collapse. Although it consumes several times the normal amount, it is worth it.

Not only Su Hao was busy alone, but there were more than a dozen people doing similar work around him. In order to resist the heat, Lao Song specially built a batch of sun hats of various colors from the city. People liked and were very satisfied with this gift. But no one chose a green hat.

The middle-aged man pushed the cart over and poured the cement slurry from the truck into the column grooves where the steel bars were installed. He was wearing only a sweat jacket, his trousers were rolled up very high, his body was covered with spots of mud, and his face was covered with dust, looking older than a few days ago.

Su Hao rubbed his hands covered with mud, walked into the rest shed made of shade nets next to him, picked up two bottles of water, and handed him one. He said with satisfaction: "The foundation is almost done. In a few days, when the cement is dry, you can start the construction of the ground part."

Maybe because of the hot weather, the middle-aged man's expression was a little disappointed. He nodded lightly, took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap and fed a big mouthful, exhaling a long heat, and sighed with emotion: "I really didn't expect that I would do these things. In the past, it was just a joke, and no one believed it if I said it."

"oh?"

Su Hao put down the drink bottle in his hand and looked at him in confusion.

The middle-aged man said lightly: "Although I don't know about architecture, I can see that your camp is planned according to large rooms where many people live, which is commonly known as "broadbeds". There are public toilets, public bathrooms, towers, and even the outermost wall, the thickness and height are far exceeding the normal ratio. I don't know if anyone else has seen it, but I know very well that this is definitely not an ordinary house, but a prison."

Su Hao picked up the mud knife, evenly wiped off the particles on the surface of the mortar layer, and smiled calmly: "There is no power grid here, it is firm and strong, and it is also very safe, right?"

“I have two houses.”
Chapter completed!