After calming down, Zhang Zimin was considering his own problem: it seemed...it seemed...

Theoretically, Zhang Zimin's essence has not changed now, but some symptoms of congenital persecution's delusion, such as being fading, are really different from before, and I don't know what's going on.

But Zhang Zimin is sure that it is related to the Doomsday Virus. He should have been infected with the virus, and everyone is infected with the virus.

For example, Wang Xiaoai's mother was not bitten to death, but was killed by humans, but soon after her death, she became one of them. It was just that the mutation process was much slower than being bitten by zombies.

Based on some movies and games, as well as the current known phenomena, it is speculated that everyone is infected with the virus and is temporarily divided into two groups.

First, "virus intolerant", manifested as: during the day of the disaster, he suddenly mutated and began to attack others. For example, Wang Xiaoai said that his father was like this, and suddenly went crazy at home, biting his grandmother and grandpa to death. His mother took Wang Xiaoai to hide in the room until the zombie was attracted by the loudspeaker at some point.

Well, that fat man saved Wang Xiaoai.

The remaining groups, that is, living people, belong to "viral tolerants".

The virus mechanism has a temporary balance with some rules of the internal organs of these people, and then it continues to be a normal person until he is bitten and activates the magic of the virus. After death, the autologous function disappears, and after the virus mechanism gains the upper hand, it becomes a living corpse?

Maybe, just maybe. Zhang Zimin felt that he belonged to the third type, namely: super tolerants, which not only have balance, but also can use the good side of the virus to make up for his own defects. It is manifested as: the impact of congenital mental illness is shrinking infinitely.

I don’t know whether there will be a fourth type now. Because there are not enough cases for the time being.

Anyway, everything has two sides. If a living person is known to be like this, you must be careful. Zhang Zimin has reason to believe that zombies affected by the virus will probably also appear in special varieties?

sleep……

I was woken up again at night. After hearing that it was Wang Xiaoai next door crying and calling her mother.

When I went in, she was talking in her sleep.

Zhang Zimin touched her little cerebral, but it didn't work, she was still continuing...

The next morning.

Wang Xiaoai was caught and fucked.

She said she hated gymnastics. But she had to do it.

Zhang Zimin said: "Didn't you say you can't stay and have to work with me? You need to keep moving and running. Doing exercises will not make you become a female hero, but after stretching, you can minimize the risk of sprain and contusion. You are most afraid of injury at this time. Do you know this, right?"

OK, one, two, three, four, two, three, four, start doing gymnastics.

"Drink water."

After the gymnastics, handed her a cup.

"I'm not thirsty." Wang Xiaoai said.

"You have to drink it even if you are not thirsty."

Gudu Gudu, forcing her to drink a lot.

“Wear.”

Zhang Ziwen handed her a sleeve again, and she was considered an auxiliary law enforcement officer in this community.

Wang Xiaoai said, "I want a badge, don't have a sleeve..."

I was wearing it obediently with a palm on the back of my head.

Actually, what Zhang Zimin knew was that she didn’t want to work, but was afraid at home alone. She was tortured yesterday. But when Zhang Zimin was at home, she dared to play two sets of Resident Evil.

There is no small trumpet equipment suitable for her now, so I found a fiberglass shield for her to carry. It was not heavy, and the shield was arc-shaped.

Zhang Zimin asked, "If you can't escape, what should you do?"

flutter--

Wang Xiaoai lies decisively on the carpet, covers the arc-shaped shield on her body, shrinks her body like a turtle shell.

OK, she is qualified...

Now there is only one group of people, and the work progress is slow.

For three consecutive hours in the morning, Zhang Zimin cleaned the corridors of the two units with a tumbler, and carried the packages of the two units in batches and knocked on the door doors. Some were moving, some were not moving, and some were not moving.

It is impossible to say that there is nothing we have gained. At least several people were confirmed to have died. They killed the zombies inside, took away not many supplies and marked them, and sealed the unit door with iron wire.

Zhang Zimin was not tired at all, but the little loli seemed very tired. This was considered to be a gain for her, so she said unhappily: "Damin, should I go back to play games?"

Zhang Zimin raised his hand to look at his watch: "Don't quarrel, clean up another unit, why don't you go back alone first?"

"don't want."

She decisively threw away her shield and rushed over to hug Zhang Zimin's waist.

Well, continue working smoothly.

Another unit was cleaned up, and when I knocked on the door of the last house on the first floor, there was a little movement inside. However, the movement seemed a little different.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Zimin and Wang Xiaoai didn't expect anything. When they were about to leave, they suddenly heard the lock ringing.

Looking back, a middle-aged man opened the first-line door with caution, but the security door on the outer layer was still closed.

Both sides were silent for a moment, and the middle-aged man asked vigilantly: "What are you... doing?"

Zhang Zimin also knows this person. He lives alone without marriage and doesn't talk much. He doesn't like to interact with anyone, but he has a characteristic: if someone has something to do, such as taking heavy objects, he will help the top leader when he meets him.

Zhang Ziwen lowered his head and looked at the list and said, "Do you have a package?"

"Pack, package?" The middle-aged man was stunned.

The little girl said proudly: "The big people announced that they would take over the postal service in a state of emergency, and wanted to rebuild order, report their names, phone numbers, and sign for the package sent by the government. If they refuse to accept it, the ownership will be taken over by the government!"

The middle-aged man continued to open his mouth halfway for a while, and finally, he reported the information he needed and opened the door.

Zhang Zimin touched Wang Xiaoai's little head: "Go, my child, send your first email in this life. From now on, you will be the first national postal temporary worker I appointed."

"OK."

Wang Xiaoai carried the package over, took two steps and looked back at Zhang Zimin, and took three steps and then looked back.

When the middle-aged man reached out to pick him up, Wang Xiaoai threw away the package and ran back to hug Zhang Zimin's waist. She was still a little scared.

The middle-aged man was amused and crying, and Zhang Zimin was speechless. This dead girl is really... no negotiation on firing!

"I, I'm just not ready, do you come back?" she asked again.

Zhang Zimin had to say to the middle-aged man: "Please wait and let the child pick it up and give it to you. This is very important to her, me, and you."

The middle-aged man just waited for the little girl to send it back, accepted it, and signed it. A process was successfully completed.

"I have cleaned up some parts of your unit. The rooms I have marked are temporarily under the government's custody assets and are prohibited from entering without my authorization. The rest of the doors cannot be entered, and some of them are moving, but I am not sure whether they are survivors or zombies. You cannot forcefully break the door. If you live here, be careful." Zhang Zimin said.

The middle-aged man nodded. As a living person, he certainly would have his own understanding... But he didn't like to talk and continued to look at Zhang Zimin, meaning that he would have any instructions?

The order was not given, and when he turned around and left the unit door, he gave it politely.

Zhang Zimin said again: "Be careful outside of yourself, and you must also maintain the safe environment of your unit. The unit doors should be closed to prevent new variables. If you have any problems, come to me to react, such as discovering new survivors, discovering people from outside, or discovering new situations that are beyond balance."

He nodded and asked, "Is there any support?"

"I just support... I don't know other than that." Zhang Zimin took Wang Xiaoai away.

"etc."

The middle-aged man opened the package on the spot and found a box of chocolates. He took three pieces and handed them to Wang Xiaoai and said, "Thank you, I can still receive the package now, and it was sent by a nine-year-old girl... This is the most bizarre and touching thing in my life. How can I say it... It seems that there is still a little hope. Originally, I felt that this world was dead."

Well, the little girl took the chocolate heartlessly and put it in her small pocket.

But after returning home, Zhang Zimin slapped the back of his head: "Put the chocolate out."

The little loli thinks he is simply a robber.

But she still handed over it. Zhang Zimin ate one, she ate one by herself. The other one was put away and stored by Zhang Zimin.

"Damin, you have eaten my salary." said the little loli.

"So what? If you don't give me this bribe, I will fire you."

Zhang Zimin began to use the rest of his time to be busy pasting blankets, so he didn't have time to reason.

The little loli went to play games first, then rode a bicycle, and such a cycle.

After lunch break, the little loli announced that she would have an afternoon holiday, but was rejected. Is it a temporary worker? When did she have the final say?

...
Chapter completed!