Chapter 173: Contact with People

On the pedestrian street at night, the broken doors of several barbecue stalls and cold drink stalls swayed in the wind. Zombies of all ages crowded together, looking like they were huddled together for warmth.

"Roar~" A zombie turned his head and shouted unwillingly to the person next to him, complaining about why he was pushed to the side of the road.

I saw a man with a backpack pushing away zombies one after another and trying to walk towards the mall. In the dark night where only snow could be seen, a living person actually entered and exited the zombie group as if nothing happened. This scene is absolutely rare in the world. This "person" is not a human, but a Rubik's Cube that has turned into a human shape. Although it looks the same as a human, zombies can still distinguish between food and steel.

The mechanical arm easily pushed a Shamatte zombie into the sewer well, stepped on its head and walked over. After wandering around here for a long time, except for four evolved zombies and a licker, no other types of zombies were seen, and the tank zombie did not even see a toe.

Rubik's Cube paused while squeezing among the zombies, and looked up at a window on the third floor of the top floor of the shopping mall, where there was just light.

After scanning, he found three humans there, two women and one man, fully armed with knives and guns. They didn't look like survivors trapped here for several months, but like people searching for supplies in a camp. This surprised Rubik's Cube. This place was full of zombies. How did three people get into the shopping mall? Were they forced in? It didn't seem like that either.

Driven by curiosity, Rubik's Cube decided to take a look. If he didn't figure it out, he would feel uncomfortable.

Pushing the zombies aside, he swaggered towards the entrance of the shopping mall. While walking, he searched for human expressions in the database he downloaded before for detailed simulation. It didn't need to be the most standard, just the most ordinary, and the movement of facial muscles when opening the mouth to speak. It is said that details determine success or failure. If you want to do it, do it to the best of your ability.

Walking to the front of the commercial building, looking at the passage full of debris, Mofang raised his head and found a window on the second floor. He grabbed the bulge on the wall and easily climbed in. His movements were light and made no sound.

On the third floor, in a specialty store.

A bonfire was burning in the middle of the room. The expressions of the three people could be clearly seen in the firelight. There were three aluminum lunch boxes on the fire, and there were dinners made of various mixed foods in the lunch boxes. The specialty store was warmed by the bonfire. There were three piles of simple beds made of down jackets, quilts and other items in the corner. The three people did not seem nervous or hurried, as if they did not care about the zombies downstairs.

"Sister, I'll give you a piece of bacon. I don't like it." The boy put a piece of meat into a girl's lunch box. The girl did not refuse. Obviously, this happened often.

"Go to bed early after eating. We have to find a way to get medicine from the pharmacy tomorrow. If we can't get the medicine for treating influenza this time, I'm afraid people in the camp will die. Sigh... When will the cold winter be over..." The older sister sighed and stuffed food into her mouth with a spoon.

The younger girl didn't say anything and ate the food in the lunch box silently. The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while.

In a room not far away, Mofang observed for a while and felt that it might not be good to go there late at night and might cause misunderstandings. He simply decided to meet the three of them tomorrow morning. After waiting for a while and seeing that the three of them fell asleep, he sat on the stairs leading to the third floor on the second floor and entered the standby sleep mode.

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In the early morning, the sky gradually brightened.

Mofang pretended to be asleep until the three people tiptoed around him and pretended to have just woken up.

"Uh... What are you going to do..." Mofang said as he looked at the three knives against his neck. Although this thing couldn't cut his neck, it was uncomfortable. It was like escorting a prisoner. If he had known, he wouldn't pretend to sleep.

"Who are you? Why are you sleeping here? We didn't find anyone when we came here yesterday. How did you get in?" The older girl asked vigilantly.

"I was chased by a zombie yesterday. That zombie was too fast! It was just running like a human! It was really hard to get rid of it, but luckily I succeeded."

After saying that, the Rubik's Cube patted his chest, and the mechanical parts of his chest rose and fell slightly to pretend to breathe heavily. While thinking quickly, he also checked the muscle expression on one side of his face to confirm that there was no mistake. Rubik's Cube behaved very normally. If it were replaced by a policeman who had been solving cases for many years, he would probably immediately think that something was abnormal and there might be something wrong. Being too normal sometimes also means something is abnormal...

The three of them looked at each other, and the figure of an evolved zombie appeared in their minds at the same time. It was fast and ran like a human. What else could it be except an evolved zombie, but... there was an evolved zombie wandering around the three of them who were sleeping last night. Thinking about it made me shudder.

"How many of you are there?" The boy asked fiercely.

"It's just me, everyone else is dead."

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The three of them were silent. It's normal for people to die, and it's abnormal for people not to die. This can be regarded as a kind of helplessness and sadness in the end of the world. The more people die, the more normal it is. It's ridiculous to think about it. The three of them basically believed what Mofang said. Looking at Mofang's appearance, they felt that Mofang was an ordinary survivor struggling to survive. After feeling no threat, they all retracted their knives.

"My name is Gao Xuemei, and this is my brother Gao Xuelong and Liu Yan. We are from the Shancheng County Camp. What's your name?" asked the slightly older girl.

"Just call me Mofang. The name before the end of the world is no longer important. The past is all in the past."

Mofang shrugged his shoulders and made an indifferent expression. He didn't expect to meet people from the Shancheng County camp. He didn't understand why three young people were sent out alone to search for supplies. Wasn't there even a middle-aged man?

"Mofang? It's a strange name, but it doesn't matter. After the end of the world, everything is destroyed. It doesn't matter what it's called."

The girl shook her head, with a sense of seeing through the world.

"Don't worry, we have a safe passage to leave here. When we complete the task, we will take you to our camp. Although life is not as good as before, at least there is food and you don't have to worry about being eaten by zombies. Now you follow me, Xuelong Liuyan, you two are at the back."

"Thank you~ This is really good news for me."

Carrying a backpack and holding a steel bar, Mofang followed Gao Xuemei, followed by Gao Xuelong and Liu Yan. This formation prevented Mofang, a stranger, from making any unfavorable moves. The two people behind him acted as supervisors. Mofang didn't care. Anyway, he was just going to see the Shancheng County camp, not to kill people or destroy things. It didn't matter if he was surrounded.

Following the three people, he walked gently to the first floor of the shopping mall, and then turned into a suit shop. The Cube finally figured out how the three people got into the shopping mall through the dense zombies. It turned out that they went through the sewer.

Computers have their own methods, and humans have their own cleverness. The sewer is a passage that the Cube would not consider except to catch mice.