CH 24.2
Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book
âCarry a few more pots you like and put them in the cart to take away.â
âIs it okay? But we already have flowers.â
Although it is still bare branches, the leaves have not grown out.
Lu Qiming said: âNo one cares about it here. Sooner or later, it will die. Itâs better to take it back and enjoy it for a few more days.â
âIt makes sense.â
She picked up the best pot and walked toward the bike.
The flower pot itself is hefty. It is filled with soil, there are many leaves, and the weight is considerable. Jiang Miaomiao has a hard time holding it.
Lu Qiming took it and said to herï¼
âYou choose. Iâll move it, so itâs faster.â
She was embarrassed, but it was the best way to solve it, so she said thank you and turned around to choose flowers.
It was early summer, and many flowers were in full bloom.
They picked two pots of roses, two pots of dahlias, one pot of peonies, and one pot of water lilies.
Lu Qiming ran back and forth many times. When he was about to go back to move the last pot, he saw Jiang Miaomiao standing under a pot of white chlorophytum. A zombie was staggeringly approaching her.
He wanted to tell her to go away, but he was worried that his sound was too loud and would attract more zombies, so he stepped up and wanted to help.
When he was about to arrive, Jiang Miaomiao turned her head and saw the zombie close at hand. Her face paled in fright for an instant, and she covered her mouth and let out a low cry.
The zombie determined that she was the prey and feverishly rushed towards her.
She picked up her backpack and turned on the chainsaw switch, closing her eyes and poking around headlessly.
The zombie was unprepared, cut off by her, fell to the ground, and became two pieces, twitching constantly.
Jiang Miaomiao didnât notice it and still stabbed desperately with a chainsaw until Lu Qiming held her hand and his familiar voice sounded in her ears.
âItâs okay now.â
She stopped. Opened her eyes in fear and saw the zombie that had been split in two in front of her. She turned around and threw herself into his arms, crying loudly.
âThat zombie is terrible, hiks hiksâ¦â
âYou are scarier. You look soft and weak but fiercer than a murderous madman.â
âYou are the murderer!â
She punched him but relaxed a little because of his joke.
âThe weather is hot and sweaty, and they can easily find us. Letâs go home.â
Lu Qiming escorted her out, and the zombieâs upper body suddenly jumped and bit his arm tightly.
Jiang Miaomiao was caught off guard and stunned in shock.
He cursed in a low voice, pulled out a fruit knife from nowhere, pried open the zombieâs mouth, and opened it three or two times.
The zombies were utterly silent, and the ground was covered with blood.
A big bite was bitten out of his arm, and bright red blood flowed out of the damaged part of his protective suit.
The zombies in the distance smelled the smell and looked up.
Jiang Miaomiao looked at his wound and was so shocked that she couldnât say a complete word.
âYour handâ¦youâ¦â
He pulled the plastic cloth casually, wrapped it around his wrist a few times, and said hurriedly.ï¼
âItâs too dangerous outside. Go back and talk about it.â
Lu Qiming walked forward quickly, and Jiang Miaomiao followed him blankly.
After taking a few steps, she recovered, ran to the bicycle, and sawed off the rope connecting the trolley with a chainsaw.
He was puzzled, âDonât you want these flowers anymore?ââ
âItâs too heavy. Itâs important to go back faster.â
There are wounds on his body. If the zombies smell blood, they will be torn apart.
Lu Qiming looked at her with complicated eyes and got on the bicycle.
Jiang Miaomiao quickly climbed into the back seat, put her arms around his waist, and told him he could go.
His hand was severely injured, and it was very painful. He couldnât grasp the handlebar firmly. After riding a few meters, he staggered and hit the shop next to him.
Jiang Miaomiao quickly jumped out of the bike, stabilized the front bike, and said quicklyï¼
âIâm sitting in front.â
âBut you canât step on it.â
âI know, so you step on it.â
Probably the wound was too painful to affect his thinking. Lu Qiming was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what she meant and changed to the back seat.
Jiang Miaomiao grabbed the handlebar and maintained the correct direction.
Lu Qimingâs long legs come in handy, and he can step on the pedal even in the back seat.
The two did their best and rushed home quickly.
The smell of blood spread in the air, and many zombies followed the bicycles and ran after them.
Fast!
Faster!
Donât let her be bitten to death!
Jiang Miaomiaoâs eyes turned red, and she wanted to jump down and run with her bicycle.
The number of zombies is increasing, hundreds and thousands following closely behind, getting closer and closer to them.
Finally, the two of them fled into the villa before being caught by the zombies. They didnât even have time to breathe, so they closed the door and closed the window, not daring to leave a gap.
The zombies were wandering outside the house, eager to come in.
Lu Qiming sat on the sofa, his skin pale from excessive blood loss.
Jiang Miaomiao took the medicine box, took off his protective suit, unscrewed a bottle of alcohol, and poured it on his wound.
Lu Qiming was trembling with pain and sweating profusely, but he didnât shout out the pain, staring into her eyes and askingï¼
âAre you afraid that I will be infected?â
She kept moving.
âAfraid.â
âWhat are you going to do? Kick me out?â
âWait until symptoms appear⦠what about the medicine?â
A bottle of 500ML of alcohol was poured out, and his clothes, sofa, and floor were wet.
Jiang Miaomiao wanted to find some anti-inflammatory drugs but couldnât find them because she was too anxious.
Lu Qiming took her hand and whisperedï¼
âI wonât be infected, donât be afraid.â
She rolled his eyes at him.
âYou donât get infected when you say you wonât get infected? Are you a god? What a joke.â
He smiled bitterly, unable to explain, just saidï¼
âIâm really going to be fine.â
She didnât have time to pay attention to his words. She raised the medicine box, poured it down, found what she wanted in a commonly used medicine pile, and applied it to his wound.
This medicine was more irritating than alcohol, and Lu Qiming was so painful that he sucked in the air.
When he finally calmed down, he found that Jiang Miaomiao had brought a fruit knife and pointed it at his wrist.
He quickly pulled back.
âWhat are you up to?â
âThe meat on your wound has come into contact with the zombieâs teeth, so you have to cut it off.â
She didnât know how to prevent infection, which was not written in the original book. But when she visited the forum before, she remembered someone saying that if you are bitten by a snake, cut off the meat from the wound as soon as possible to prevent the spread of toxins. Reducing the probability of poisoning.
Should the principle of zombies be similar?
Lu Qimingâs head shook into a rattle.
âDonât cut it!â
âWhat should I do if you donât cut and get infected? Compared with your life, what is this bit of meat?â
âIf Iâm really infected, itâs useless to cut the meat.â
Jiang Miaomiao stopped and thought seriously.
âThatâs right, after being bitten for so long, the virus has already spread in the body. We have toâ¦â
She looked up and landed on his shoulder.
âChop off your arm, and Iâll get the chainsaw.â
She ran to the door, picked up her little chainsaw, turned on the switch, and wanted to chop his arm.
Lu Qiming held his injured hand, turned over, and hid behind the sofa.
âEven if you donât believe that I wonât be infected, you must observe for at least two days before chopping my arm. If I survive and become disabled, will you support me?â
Jiang Miaomiao stood there, unable to understand.
âWhy do you keep saying that you wonât get infected?â
ââ¦my hunch.â
ââ¦â
âEven if I am really infected, I must take the initiative to leave here when I am still conscious, and I wonât stay to harm you.â
Lu Qiming made his vow.
But she worried not that he would bite her, butâ¦
Alas, forget it.
Jiang Miaomiao put down the chainsaw and rummaged through the medicine pile.
âApply some more medicine.â
It is possible to get tetanus if you are pierced by a nail, not to mention the stinking mouth of a zombie.
Lu Qiming looked at her cautiously, scared she would pick up the chainsaw to chop his hand again.
He hadnât had this kind of worry before, but after seeing her cut the zombie in two, it was hard to say whether it would be.
After a while, he saw that she had given up that idea, so he let go and sat on the sofa.
âWoof!â
Jiang Meimu circled under the window, restless.
Jiang Miaomiao helped him clean up the wound and bandaged it. Due to her rusty skills, it was wrapped like a pigâs elbow.
But neither cared so much, so they wrapped up and walked to the window to look.
The zombies hadnât left yet. They, who had not seen a living person for several months, suddenly smelled the blood, as if an extended drought had met the rain, and they would not say anything.
Anti-theft windows are a layer of protection, but the degree of security is limited.
After all, itâs just made of ordinary stainless steel. If the zombieâs attack with enough energy, they can last for three minutes at most.
Jiang Miaomiao took the disinfectant, carefully sprayed the doors, windows, and other crevices, and sealed them with cling film. She would instead suffocate in the house rather than be discovered by them.
It is expected that they will not want to go out generally for at least the following week.
Lu Qiming returned to the sofa, feeling self-blame.
âBlame me for taking it too lightly. If only I hadnât been bitten.â
She turned her head and looked at him for a while. Spraying the place where he had been sitting with disinfectant.
Lu Qiming dodged.
âWhat are you going to do?â
âYou have to quarantine.â
Jiang Miaomiao said, âGo back to your room and come out again in at least half a month.â
Lu Qiming was speechless, âIâm really not infected.â
âWhether there is or not, we have to wait for the end of the quarantine to determine.â
She showed unprecedented calmness and determination, rushed him downstairs, locked him in his small room, and put the key in her pocket.
Sitting on the bed, Lu Qiming couldnât help laughing bitterly, patted the door, and said:
âAt least you brought the computer in.â
Otherwise, he will have to go crazy for half a month.
Jiang Miaomiao sent him the computer without a word, closed the door again, put on gloves, picked up the disinfectant, and disinfected the entire villa.
The zombies outside the window are too noisy, the wound on his hand hurts, and he can not play the computer well.
After playing for a while, Lu Qiming rested on the bed to sleep. He heard a buzzing noise in his sleep, opened his eyes, looked for the source of the sound, and found that it was the roomâs door.
âWhat are you doing?â
Jiang Miaomiao didnât speak, holding a chainsaw to cut the door.
It didnât take long for her to cut a laptop-sized hole in the solid wood door.
Lu Qiming squatted behind the hole and looked out. A small washbasin was stuffed in.
There is a bowl of noodles, a milk box, and a few pieces of bezoar detoxification tablets.
Jiang Miaomiao said: âThis door will not open until the quarantine is over.â
Lu Qiming: ââ¦what should I do when I go to the toilet?â
This is indeed a problem. There are no windows in Lu Qimingâs room, so it is unrealistic to pee outside the window.
She has to find a perfect solution.
Jiang Miaomiao went downstairs with a chainsaw to find a way. Lu Qiming sat on the room floor, looking at the doorway and the noodles, feeling like a dream.
Did he actually get bitten?