"Will humans with fragments greatly enhance their self-healing power?"

Turn on your phone and call the alarm again. As before, there was no sound on the phone and the data still couldn't be connected.

The radio was also turned on by Zheng Fan and turned off, but the signal was not received.

Although he knew he was going to die, he did not give up hope. What if the call to the police one day can be called? Maybe the country has long developed a response to the corpse problem that he thought could not be solved at all?

It was not that he had thought of taking the initiative to go to the police station, but now he couldn't even get through the phone. The waiting for rescue in the advertisement had been so long that he had not seen a so-called rescue worker.

Are there really policemen in the police station? There are zombies everywhere outside, and he doesn't want to take this risk unless he has to.

So, every other day, Zheng Fan would call the police and turn on the radio.

Most of the remaining time is spent on exercise. He has such powerful power and does not use it to develop his body. That is the real fool.

Every day, he would carve a trace on the wall.

"25,26,27. It has been twenty-seven days since the zombies broke out, and twenty days have passed since I obtained the fragments." Zheng Fan counted the traces on the wall and said to himself.

"In twenty days, I haven't transformed into a corpse. Could it be that my physique is special, and it is a legendary divine body, so I won't become a zombie even if I have fragments for so long?"

Zheng Fan joked that life alone is too boring. If you don’t have some fun on your own, you will really go crazy.

"Oh!"

Without any warning, Zheng Fan suddenly covered his head, and a headache like a needle appeared inexplicably. Then the pain stopped, the forehead began to heat up, and the body temperature increased.

"Is this a sign of corpse transformation?"

Although he has been prepared to die at any time, who is willing to die if he can survive?

"Maybe, I just caught a cold, why don't you go to a small clinic nearby and get some cold medicine?"

Carrying his schoolbag and bringing the door keys, Zheng Fan walked out of the room and prepared to get some cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine back.

He always keeps away from his schoolbag with a lot of food and a few bottles of water, plus some toothpaste and other daily necessities. After all, it is still a question whether he can come back when he goes out this time.

If you encounter some accidents that make you unable to go home and have no food on your body, it will be very troublesome.

"Old Ba, Lao Ba, you are really persistent."

Looking at Li Laoba who was left with only a little bit of flesh and blood, Zheng Fan secretly praised him. Most of the flesh and blood had completely rotted, and the thick white bones were leaked.

He lay on the steps, and the skeleton on his body twisted in waves. He obviously wanted to get up, but his arms had long been removed by Zheng Fan. Only one pair of legs remained.

Although the peanut oil on the stairs had dried up in more than 20 days, Li Laoba fell down before the peanut oil dried up.

Walking to the fourth floor, the doors of the two rooms on the fourth floor were intact.

"Have no zombies come on the fourth floor? Why didn't the door be opened? Or is there no one inside?"

Zheng Fan was a little confused and kicked over the security door on his left with a bang, and a foul smell came towards him.

"I must get a medical mask when going out this time." He covered his nose with his hands and walked into the house.

The surroundings are clean and the furniture is arranged neatly. There is no one in the bedroom and bathroom.

"So it's here."

I saw a man and a woman lying in the kitchen, with a pile of rice grains scattered on the ground. There was a deep knife mark on the woman's neck, and a few large pieces of flesh and blood were missing on her arms and thighs.

There was a faint blood on the corner of the man's mouth, and he looked at the bloody kitchen knife on the cutting board.

"The woman lost a few pieces of meat on her body, but she did not turn into a zombie. It was ruled out that she was attacked by the zombie. It was obvious that the man was hungry and killed the woman and ate her meat raw."

Zheng Fan smacked his tongue: "Let you not smoke, you don't even have a lighter in the event of a power outage. Eat raw meat, raw rice, and a bunch of bacteria, who will you kill if you don't poison it?"

He spat hard at the "scumbag man", and Zheng Fan came to the room on the right side of the fourth floor again, with no one in the room.

After thinking about it, Zheng Fan started rummaging through boxes and cabinets in two rooms again, and he wanted to find some gold to come out.

Since you know that gold can react with that fragment, you will always use it in the future if you prepare a little gold.

"Bah, I'm so stingy. Can't even bear to buy a gold ring for my wife?"

The search was fruitless, and there was no trace of gold in the two rooms. Zheng Fan came to the third floor again.

The doors on the left and right sides of the third floor have been broken, and it is obviously broken by zombies. There are blood marks on the ground in the room, but no one can see.

"It should be that the zombies broke into the door, ate the people inside, and left here together after being infected by the zombies."

After a quick search, I still couldn't see any gold. Zheng Fan was a little angry: "Although this is an old building, I can't afford a single gold earring, right?"

Zheng Fan was unwilling to give up and searched the rooms on the second and first floors again. The doors on the first and second floors were intact and there was no blood inside. It was obvious that he did not come home on the day the zombies broke out. However, no gold was found.

"That's right. I remember that day should be Wednesday, but it's not the weekend anyway. When I got home, it was about six o'clock in the evening. Most people may not have gotten off work or there was a traffic jam on the road."

"Old friend, we're meeting again."

Zheng Fan smiled and walked towards his tricycle, pinched the tire that was a little stuck, inserted the key, and the car was started.

"I really miss the time I was a courier."

Zheng Fan was not driving fast, and the breeze gently brushed his bearded cheeks and blew the shiny hair.

Water is a very valuable resource. How could Zheng Fan be willing to use precious water to wash his face and hair?

It was only after discovering the ability to heal myself today that I was in a good mood and used half a bottle of water to brush my teeth.

"Can people really be so cruel, eating the flesh of their closest loved ones to fill their stomachs?"

He lit a cigarette and drove to the small clinic about three kilometers away. He thought a lot on the way, especially something he had been puzzled.

"When the zombies broke out, there was obviously someone inside. But why did the female zombies with big breasts crawl to the fifth floor and knock on my door?"

"Zombies are not wise. Since she chooses this way, there must be some truth. Is it because I am too handsome and she wants to be intimate with me?"

I thought about it all the time, but couldn't figure it out, so I just thought so.

Zheng Fan’s motto in life is: “What I can’t understand must be because I’m handsome; all famous watches I don’t know are considered as Rolex.”

"Uh!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and Zheng Fan looked behind him and saw a zombie running towards him.

"Hey, can you roar? You still learn to run? I don't think you'll be able to jump a lot in a long time."

Zheng Fan turned his head over, looking at the zombies behind him, while driving the tricycle with one hand, accelerating slightly, always maintaining a safe distance from the zombies behind him.

"It has not become a zombie that has become a white skeleton, and can roar and run. It must have been eaten by many people, and it is estimated that it is already very strong."

"Brother, can you understand what I say?" Zheng Fan asked tentatively.

"Uh!"

"It seems that I don't understand."

"Uh!"

"Uh, O'er, my son? I'm sorry, you dare to take advantage of me!"

"Uh!"

“…”

Zheng Fan had enough fun and no longer paid attention to the zombie, and he didn't have to work hard to kill him.

If you use your strength too much, your body will definitely not be able to withstand it, and may also be at risk of increasing the time of death. Why do you have to fight if you can run away? "Even if you are invulnerable to swords and guns, it's a pity that you don't move enough, brother."

Turning the handlebar with his right hand, and as soon as he accelerated, the zombie was thrown away in a short while.

"I didn't expect this to be a rare 'pure land'."

I parked the car in front of a door called "Zhang's Clinic" and looked around and there was no zombie.

Along the way, I encountered many zombies, including old men, children, men and women. They wandered aimlessly.

When they saw Zheng Fan, they naturally wanted to come up with the "Fragrance of the Flower", but they could not catch up with Zheng Fan's Little Three Round.

The glass of the window of the "Zhang Clinic" was sealed with wooden boards, and more than ten iron nails were clearly visible. There was also a lock on the door.

"It takes more effort to open the iron lock. It is not cost-effective. It's better to enter through the window."

"Bang!"

With just one punch, the wooden board was shattered, and the glass fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of "rattle". Rows of medicines inside were neatly arranged.

"ah!"

"Oh, darn bad it's so smelly!"

Two voices, one man and one woman, sounded at the same time.

The male voice was naturally sent by Zheng Fan. The moment he smashed the wooden board, a foul stinking came out. The smell was not the stench of the corpse, but the smell of "Oligo".

"There are still living people inside? No wonder the smell given by Oli is so strong. Inside, the people inside come out. I am a living person, not a zombie, don't be afraid."

Zheng Fan did not go in immediately. He planned to let the air circulate first and wait until the room was not so smelly.

"You, are you a policeman?"

A trembling voice said, and then a woman slowly walked to Zheng Fan with a pair of scissors in her hands, looking at him carefully, with a little vigilance in her eyes.

Zheng Fan looked up and down. The woman was about twenty years old. Her eyes were deep, her face was pale, and she had a little dust. If she washed her clothes, she could be considered a beauty. She had a thin figure and her breasts were quite plump. She thought to herself: It seemed that she was hungry and looked like she was so thin.

"You are a policeman..."
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