The blind box of the plane was exposed, and foreigners cried for entry into China

If it weren't for the fact that they were gathering in completely different directions from the Spark Base, I would have thought they were gathering to attack the Spark Base.

After rubbing his head, he pinched his nose again. Although the situation in Flower Country was mostly just a few zombies, the overall situation had stabilized, and his work had actually increased.

There are still too few people. For the Nth time this month, I want to plow through the survivors of the base again, and once again pull out those who can read, have normal brains, and can do things and record them in the register.

Once the "hope" predicted by the prophet at the cost of his life is found by the survivors, they can be assigned to work according to the recorded roster.

Inspiration flashed through his mind. Thinking of the unusual reaction of the team returning to the base in the surveillance video, Mr. Zhuge suddenly opened his eyes.

They... found it?

After thinking about the direction the team was heading, Mr. Zhuge subconsciously wanted to use his brain to survey it.

The communication device that only existed at the base began to ring.

Mr. Zhuge was young, but he was nostalgic and fond of all sorts of old-fashioned things. For example, he had programmed the base's communication equipment to resemble old-fashioned telephones.

However, due to too much work, I no longer like the feeling of holding a communication device that looks like an old telephone next to my ear.

"Mr. Zhuge, the large force that just returned has confirmed the cause of the anomaly. It was the Exploding Sky Nine from our team who completed the top mission. They found a dimensional mall where they can trade normal food, soil, and other supplies. I've already had the guards outside the base check them first. Once we're sure they haven't brought any dangerous items or bacteria or viruses back from outside the base, we'll arrange for them to come see you immediately."

The voice on the phone wasn't distorted. This was actually the high technology of this dimension.

The most suitable image is to make it look like a watch, necklace, earrings or other accessories.

This is already a computer, but it can't connect to the internet. It can only be used within the base.

The reason why it is only circulated within the base is to take care of the feelings of the plants outside the base.

Eight years ago, after repeatedly confirming that there were no higher-level zombies, mutant beasts, or strange creatures within the Flower Country, outbound teams brought almost no electronic equipment except for vehicles, guns, and flares.

If the mission is not far, you will basically not use the communication walkie-talkie even if you bring it.

Because the signals sent by electronic devices can be sensed by plants. To put it bluntly, they can be monitored by plants.

They don't do it on purpose, nor do they want to hear, see, or feel these things. They just want to take root, sleep, absorb enough water, and photosynthesize.

It is you humans who force them to listen to the noise, which makes the plants unable to sleep well. If they don't rest well, they will be in a bad mood, and if they are in a bad mood, the branches, leaves and fruits they grow will be more strangely shaped.

This was said by the first commander of the Guards himself.

The First Commander's abilities were strange, and so were his powers. Identity? In this era, what identity actually was was impossible to determine. It was even less important.

What matters is how to survive and how to have enough food to eat.

The strangest thing about the first commander of our base guard is his attitude towards the survivors.

The problem with her attitude is that she acts like a contradictory person, both hating and liking survivors.

Even the plants in the base were not nutritious when grown, and it was the commander who told me that this was because there were too many electronic products and signals in the base. They were depressed.

However, the nutrients needed by the human body can be fully provided by the Pooh Pooh fruits outside the base.

What was my reaction then? A mixture of delight and curiosity. But after learning what the Pooh-Poh Fruit looked like, my feelings became incredibly complicated.

How is this different from imitating human spitting? You can even tell how ripe the fruit is by the sound it makes.

A mature voice is like that of a young person. An overripe voice is like that of an old person. There are no voices that sound like children. But there are many voices that sound like those of teenagers.

Think of the state of the saliva produced by the Pooh-Poh fruit at different stages of maturity.

Mr. Zhuge's face turned green.

The best way to deal with the backlash of your brain is to supplement it with a lot of nutrition.

So the survivors at the base could just take a few nutritional supplements and be done with it. But I, on the other hand, was directly smacked with "Pah Pah Fruit" all over my face and head.

A few years ago, when I often fainted from overworking my brain, every time I opened my eyes, I saw the gloating face of the commander of the guard army.

And the noisy sounds of "Pooh Pooh" in my ears.

"he, tui!"

"he, tui!"

"he,tuituitui!"

It was horrible. I was clearly contributing and sacrificing to the continuation of the human race. Why did I have to face such a scene?

Closing my eyes, I felt as if I were the unforgivable Qin Hui, kneeling there and being shouted at by thousands of people.

I can’t win, I can’t win, Mr. Zhuge reminded himself countless times.

Although the survivors all thought the commander was androgynous and subconsciously thought he was a man, the guards and I knew full well that the commander was a woman!

If I fought with her and she pinned me to the ground with one hand, I would lose my face if the news got out.

The guards would not say their commander was too powerful, but would only say that they had bullied their commander. Winning was dishonorable, and losing was shameful.

Mr. Zhuge sat in his chair, thinking about this and that. His dizziness gradually subsided.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Come in." Mr. Zhuge adjusted his posture and pretended not to be using his brain secretly.

The person who came was the Commander girl he had just been criticizing. She was carrying a new type of storage device developed at the base. It was the size of an egg, with enough space inside to store items similar to two 26-inch suitcases.

This technology is currently classified at the base. Due to its limited availability and limited space, it cannot be widely adopted.

However, the person who came was holding a string of things in his hand.

Mr. Zhuge noticed that after the commander opened the door, he first looked at him coldly. Then he pushed the door open and strode in.

His actions were very neat and dashing, no wonder he was voted by all the female survivors in the base as the man they most wanted to capture and seduce.

And what about Mr. Zhuge? His face was a little green now. What? Had this little monster discovered him using his brain again? The storage suitcases he was carrying. Could they be filled with nothing but Pooh Fruit?

Tonic...

The first commander ignored the twists and turns in the mind of the pretty boy Zhuge in front of him.

I don't even want to care about him. Isn't it better to sleep instead of taking that time? Ha, do you think I want to care about him so much?

If it weren't for the desire to gain great fortune, merit, and opportunities, who would bother with these annoying humans?