“In the quiet residential area, the sound of ‘didi’ echoed everywhere, a crisp sound with a hint of a bursting sensation.
After a thorough search, Wei Xuan scanned all the more than one hundred and seventy zombies in the entire community, even the two male zombies who were busy doing something embarrassing in the pink room couldn’t escape his scanning.
While scanning, he also used his smartphone to record the approximate data. The data included his own information, Du Hang’s, and other zombies from his group.
After circling around, Wei Xuan confirmed that among all the zombies in the community, Du Hang had the highest body temperature, around twelve degrees. Next were the two male zombies, one at around nine degrees, and the other just over ten degrees. The remaining zombies mostly had temperatures around five to six degrees, with the highest being around seven degrees.
Among them, there weren’t many zombies with a temperature around seven degrees, only about thirty or forty. However, after Wei Xuan observed and confirmed, he was somewhat surprised to find that most of these zombies seemed to be the ‘leaders’ who participated in the battle against the rats. Could it be that… after recovering from severe injuries, their body temperature increased and helped other zombies?
With this pile of temperature data, Wei Xuan became even more puzzled. He frowned and pondered for a long time, then suddenly asked Du Hang to take him to a nearby street where zombies could be found. They randomly stopped a zombie on the road and scanned its temperature. Looking at the temperature reading of just three degrees, Wei Xuan’s eyebrows twitched again.
So, the ‘didi’ sound moved from inside the community to the outside, and after a while, Du Hang returned to the room where they processed drinking water, holding Wei Xuan.
This time, with more data, Wei Xuan felt like he had discovered something very strange. The wild zombies outside the community had an average body temperature of around two to three degrees, with a few higher ones reaching four or five degrees, but they were very rare.
Inside their community, the average temperature of the zombies ranged from five to six degrees to seven to eight degrees. The smarter male zombies had temperatures approaching ten degrees, Du Hang’s temperature was even higher, and then… there was himself?
Did higher intelligence in zombies lead to higher body temperatures? Was there a connection between their body temperature and the crystal nucleus in their brains?
However, if that were the case, what about himself as a human? Did his temperature decrease as his intelligence decreased?
A shiver ran through Wei Xuan as he looked at Du Hang with a somewhat frightened gaze. Although Du Hang didn’t understand, what was Wei Xuan going to do when he looked at him like that? Just lean in for a kiss.
Feeling the bittersweet mood in the kiss, Wei Xuan could only swallow the blood in his heart silently. Perhaps there were some differences between supernatural beings and zombies? Or perhaps, after his body temperature dropped like this, he would completely stagnate like the zombies?
Regardless, Wei Xuan felt he should increase the frequency of playing building blocks and mud with Du Hang. He used to treat these things only as tools to develop Du Hang’s intelligence. But if he happened to really become dumb and cold like the zombies… playing more of these games shouldn’t have any harmful effects, right?
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Upon careful consideration, even that set of miniature models was completed almost entirely by Du Hang. No, for the next set, he must shoulder at least half of the workload!”
In the scorching summer, which was coming to an end, perhaps due to problems in the post-apocalyptic ecological chain, many previously common creatures suddenly disappeared, such as the annoying chirping of cicadas, which had not been heard at all during the two years of midsummer in the apocalypse.
However, even without the sounds of cicadas and insects, the intense sunshine after heavy rain was ever-present. The reflected sunlight on the puddles sparkled brightly, causing people who accidentally got the glare in their eyes to frown and dodge. The survivors in the urban areas were particularly quiet at this time. In this weather, even those with powerful abilities and good physical strength were reluctant to venture outside.
The survivors in the high-rise base had taken advantage of the recent heavy rain to collect a considerable amount of water using the abilities of the individuals in the base.
They stored it all on the lower floors, which had been completely sealed off and turned into water reservoirs. This method was much more convenient than Wei Xuan’s laborious method of manually storing water, one bucket at a time. With a well-designed water storage system, they could collect enough water for the whole group during rainy days, effectively solving their water supply issue.
However, because they didn’t have the convenient water purification tools that Wei Xuan had, nor enough fuel for distillation, if they wanted to drink water, they could only settle for boiling and consuming the water after multiple sedimentations, which posed some sanitation problems.
Thankfully, perhaps because these rooms were constructed after thorough modifications and had been thoroughly cleaned, there hadn’t been any issues with the drinking water until now, and the zombie virus hadn’t made an appearance in it.
Moreover, they had deliberately created balconies on the sunny side for all residents to grow vegetables. After determining the habits of those mutated birds, they built some shelter-like structures on the rooftops to obstruct the birds’ line of sight, allowing them to grow some potatoes and completely solve their food problem.
Furthermore, they also found a way to lure the birds down for hunting… Although after multiple attempts, the number of birds falling for the trap had decreased, they still managed to get some gains to improve their meals. Overall, life in the high-rise base was quite comfortable.
In this scorching summer, almost everyone was feeling drowsy. With no electricity available, the survivors could only fan themselves with hand fans to create some airflow and open doors and windows to circulate air, hoping for a breeze to pass through their living spaces.
Suddenly, a snapping sound echoed, causing the people who were staying on the top floor’s communal and dining room to abruptly open their eyes.
“What was that sound?!” The man sat up and quickly glanced around. Even if it might be just noise made by his companions accidentally, living among zombies required them to be cautious no matter how safe their current location seemed. The reason they used this room as an activity area was that it was on the top floor, offering a view of the entire community and the streets outside.
“The voice is coming from the ground?” Another person from a different room came to check upon hearing the sound and noticed something on the floor near the window.
It was a golden, almost metallic, bamboo-like stick with a white piece of paper tied to it. As the two approached the object, their faces suddenly changed, and one exclaimed, “It’s stuck in the ground!”
“And the floor is covered with tiles!” added the other person.
Both of them were startled, quickly rushing to the window to inspect the surroundings. Apart from the zombies lurking below, there was nothing unusual around them.
“Quick, call everyone over!” one of them urged.
Before long, everyone had gathered in the room, and they all started discussing the golden stick.
“It’s pierced quite deep!”
“Look at the cracks on the tile! Bullets wouldn’t have done this!”
“Where did this come from? How did it hit this spot?”
“Well… could it have fallen from the sky? Look at the angle!”
“Do you not understand projectile motion? This thing is like a metal arrow, shot from somewhere.”
“Wait, haven’t you noticed the small note tied to it?” Finally, someone couldn’t bear the awkward silence and reminded everyone.
They all looked at each other and blushed, coughing or looking away, trying to hide their embarrassment.
One of the power-based ability users exerted effort to pry the golden stick from the ground, and one person opened the note. The rest of them curiously studied the golden stick.
“It’s so shiny! What material is it made of?”
“Could it be gold? Look at this color, definitely pure gold!”
“Nah, it’s more like brass. Gold-made objects wouldn’t be this hard and able to pierce into the floor tiles.”
As the person with the note was about to read its content, they noticed that everyone had rushed to examine the golden stick, and their face darkened slightly. “Ahem! There’s something written here.”
“What does it say?”
“Is someone trying to contact us?”
“Is it the government coming to rescue us?!”
Understandably, everyone was filled with excitement. After the initial stages of the apocalypse, they had occasionally seen cars passing by on the streets from their high-rise, but they hadn’t seen any other survivors except for one peculiar encounter with two seemingly abnormal people.
Now, someone was reaching out to them proactively, so it was no wonder they were so excited.
“It says… there are zombies with apparent command abilities among them…” The person with the note continued, their voice tense.
“There’s a zombie girl in her early teens in T-city who seems capable of commanding other zombies to fight and capture living people. It warns us to be careful. Also, some zombies have enhanced abilities, and some might have learned to climb walls, so we need to be more vigilant…”
“And then?” As they finished, the others eagerly asked for more.
“That’s all.” The person raised the note for everyone to see. The contents were concise, just as they had described, and the words were clearly printed, not handwritten.
Thanks for the update
I thought it was gonna be the two lunitcs, but i guess it’s Wei Xuan and Du Hang? I’m assuming it was Du Hang who threw it XD
Aw, I like that mini community. Seems like one of the few who actually lookout for each other. Isn’t that the one run by a grandma?? I hope they keep safe!
Thank you for the chapters !
Wei Xuan is working hard! Maybe his new nickname won’t be Potato any more. XD XD XD
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New name, Metal boy…Warning guy who throws hard…Stranger Warning of Danger…lmao! If they only knew how he likes to take temperatures he’d be, Mercury man… Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Thanks for the chapter!