After eating up all the first batch of humans killed in the city, the hungry zombies were no longer interested in steel and concrete buildings. They began to leave the city and search for more fresh blood food outside.

When the wilderness becomes no longer safe, the fugitive naturally thinks of returning to the city.

It's like a cruel guerrilla war, competing with the perseverance and wisdom of both sides. But from any perspective, zombies have an absolute advantage.

Humans need food and water.

In a few days, December will begin. The sudden cold weather makes survival in the wild no longer as easy as in summer.

Many people who escaped can only come back.

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Shangjing Base, General Academy of Sciences.

Wang Qinian sat at the desk, concentrating on dealing with the rice and shredded pork in front of him.

He is very fat and has gray hair. His upper body is a simple men's sweat jacket with "work" characters, and underneath are larger Hawaiian-style shorts. The colorful shorts are easy to make people think about it. The breasts protruding from both sides of the sweat jacket are plump and full, which is enough to make most women feel ashamed and hated. The belly, which is even bigger than the eight-month-old pregnant woman, is bulging, revealing a belly button that is much larger than the anal diameter. The fat all over the body squeezes wrinkles hard, making the skin around the corners of the eyes and forehead look smooth. The whole person looks much younger than the actual age of "eighty-six" on his ID card.

The heating in the room was very large, and although the clothes were too little, the fat man Wang Qinian still felt hot.

He scratched his crotch, grabbed his thighs covered with thick black hair, held a bowl with shredded meat, rolled his slippers, and walked out from behind the desk. Through the solid steel grille, he looked at the zombie locked up opposite him with interest.

A dirty white coat was loaded on the back of a chair, with an identity card on his chest. Through the thick oily surface, the photo of Wang Qinian with a wretched smile and the words "Dean of Science" could be identified.

He picked up a few pieces of sauce-colored shredded pork with chopsticks and threw them in between the gaps in the fence. The zombie, whose face was full of pus, sucked her nose hard, following the traces of the shredded pork in the air. The fragrance mixed with ginger and garlic sauce was not attractive to it. After just smelling it, he looked at the ground in a daze. The zombie turned all his attention to Wang Qinian, who was standing a few meters away. It tried to stretch its arms, constantly hit the steel grate with its head, opened its rotten mouth, and made a simple "hoho" sound with hunger.

"The idiot who wastes food————"

Wang Qinian used chopsticks to pick up a few more shredded meat and put them into his mouth. While chewing slowly, he shook his head in disappointment and cursed vaguely.

The dish of shredded pork with Beijing sauce that the canteen stir-fried today is very good, but the fact is right in front of us--zombies do not eat cooked meat, they are only interested in raw meat and blood.

Wang Qinian walked back to the table, sat down, and carefully read the spread notes.

The notes handed over by the Chengdu base are very useful. Some of the information recorded in them are very valuable. As the "A1"-level researcher with the highest level of the entire Academy of Sciences and equivalent to the rank of general, Wang Qinian also remembered the name "Su Hao".

It's winter now.

Increasing heating supply and creating a summer environment of about 30 degrees in the room is certainly not for experiencing the tropical atmosphere.

The initial recording time for notes was May. Wang Qinian wanted to copy similar temperatures and environments to verify the correctness of the notes.
Chapter completed!