I Have a Zombie Assistance System

He endured the discomfort and found a corner to squat down. Seeing that these people were refusing to answer, he didn't bother to get information from them. It was estimated that even if he asked, these people would not answer.

From time to time, someone would cough, but no one would pay attention, and even the people next to them would stay away for fear of being infected. However, it is impossible not to get sick if you stay in such a dark and humid place for a long time.

And when he stayed a little longer, he finally understood where the unpleasant smell came from. There are no toilets here, not even toilets, so people have to eat, drink and relieve themselves on the spot. Of course, he didn't know if eating and drinking were here, but the latter two definitely were.

Moreover, not only those people did not shy away from it, but even the people next to them looked like they were used to it.

At the same time, the filth has fermented here for a long time, and the smell is naturally very pungent. It is no wonder that the guards and Takako's group are unwilling to come in.

He originally wanted to exchange for a mask to block the smell, but thought that would be too high-profile in this place. Moreover, if I suddenly took out a mask when I was searched just now and found nothing, and being reported to these people again, it would attract the attention of the fat man just now and cause unnecessary trouble to me.

Although informing others was just his guess, and it was a malicious guess at that, but in such an environment, he had to be cautious in everything, and he could not make a wrong step, otherwise he would really be in catastrophe.

But in such an environment, he finally understood what it meant to live like a year. He even doubted whether he would eventually die from inhaling a large amount of toxic gas.

He was suffering from pain all the time, even when his body was crumbling and he was about to faint from the smoke, he suddenly sensed Wang Qiushui's transformation.

He quickly shouted, "Qiu Shui, come and save me!"

Wang Qiushui, who had just stepped on the bicycle, was stunned for a moment, then panicked and asked quickly, "What's wrong with you? Tell me the route quickly, and I'll go and rescue you."

Qiu Zhilan, who was next to him, saw Wang Qiushui's expression and quickly put Qiu Zhilian into the back seat, and then climbed onto a bicycle, ready to go at any time.

He continued, "You go down first. When you reach the intersection, I will tell you which direction to go. You just follow my instructions."

Wang Qiushui nodded, pedaled his bicycle and walked down. At the same time, he asked, "What's the matter with that tone of voice you were about to die just now? Why don't you sound like you're in a hurry when I hear you say that now?"

He responded weakly, "Who says I'm not in a hurry? I'm about to be poisoned to death."

Wang Qiushui was startled, "Huh? Did they do any experiments on you, or gave you poison? Did you take the healing medicine? Is it effective?"

He explained, "It's not what you think, it's another kind of poison."

Then, he told Wang Qiushui what happened.

After Wang Qiushui heard this, he burst out laughing, "Why don't you just kill those people in the morning? Now you will fall into the trap."

He forced himself to respond, "You don't understand, this is called going deep into the tiger's den."

Wang Qiushui continued, "Since you're okay, I'm relieved. I was so scared just now that I was ready to fly over. Now it seems there's no need to be so anxious."

He said in a hurried tone, "I'm not in a hurry anymore. I'm really about to die of poisoning. Come and save me quickly."

Wang Qiushui nodded, "Okay, okay, we are on our way, please wait a moment."

He sighed, said no more, and silently gave Wang Qiushui directions. Fortunately he had a scanner, otherwise it would have been impossible to know where the car was going under the circumstances. Moreover, Takako and the others did not cover his eyes with black cloth at that time, probably because they were bullying him into not being able to see the buildings on both sides.

Qiu Zhilan on the side saw Wang Qiushui smiling and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with him?"

Wang Qiushui told him that he was locked in a dirty and smelly basement, and then the three of them laughed.

He did not tell Wang Qiu Shui about the girl, so as not to distract Wang Qiu Shui. In fact, he was more worried that Qiu Zhilan would not be able to control himself. After all, with Qiu Zhilan's character, he would definitely not be able to tolerate such a thing, and it would disrupt his plan.

It was already night, but no one had brought food, so his stomach growled naturally.

The others glanced at him and then turned away. They seem to be used to this kind of hungry days, so their stomachs no longer ring.

He sighed, no wonder they were called materials. They were materials and not people, so naturally they didn't need to eat. What's more, food in the last days is so precious that it cannot be supplied to everyone.

However, thinking of the fat man's big belly, he silently added another reason why the fat man must die. It is no longer what humans do to make their own brains fat and let their fellow humans starve.

At the same time, no one was sent in after he came in for so long. It seemed that survivors were difficult to find, which could explain why Brother Wang was so confident at the time that he even showed off the fact of finding him to that arrogant young man.

However, what he was more curious about was who the fat man was going to trade them with, and in exchange for arms. Not everyone can get hold of arms. If it were before, it would have been absolutely impossible.

In the end of the world, it cannot be ruled out that someone plundered military camps or arms warehouses, which could also explain the origins of those military vehicles.

However, if someone really looted the arms warehouse, it would be better to keep it for yourself. There is no need to trade it with others. After all, bullets don't have eyes, and the arms sold may actually kill you. What's more, he couldn't imagine why ordinary people would need so many survivors. It didn't make any sense at all.

Therefore, the person who made the deal with this fat man was most likely the survivor base in the city center. Only that place would have such a sufficient supply of arms, and they were also taking in survivors, and through an organization like Fatty, it would obviously be quicker to take them in.

But what is the purpose of the survivor base housing so many survivors? It shouldn't just be a simple lack of labor.

In the environment he was in now, it would be a big deal if he didn't die after staying for a period of time, let alone being able to work like a normal person. The survivor base obviously knew this, but still traded with the fat man.

Coupled with the names Fatty calls them and the material, it all becomes a bit intriguing.