The defense of the mourning community

The moment the submachine gun was unveiled, the audience was silent.

Looking at the shocked faces of the Manhattan owners, Wei Chuan began to blame himself for being reckless. He should not have fired the gun too early, and should have taken it out when it was most dangerous, so as to give them a sense of security.

What if an owner comes up to grab his gun now?

Wei Chuan became tense instantly, but it turned out that his worry was a bit overwhelmed. He saw that the people in front of him moved in unison, and they were all backing away again and again, trying to keep a safe distance from him.

Even Yi Chengli, who seemed the calmest inside, couldn't help but took Ling Qing a few steps outside, looked at the gun in Wei Chuan's hand and asked cautiously, "Just take it out like this so it won't go off?"

Wei Chuan: ...

Wei Chuan: "I haven't loaded bullets into it yet."

"It turns out that there are no bullets loaded, so I told you earlier." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they came over to take a closer look at the submachine gun that they usually don't see at all.

Liking is presumptuousness but love is restraint. Although the people in Manhattan wanted to pick up a gun and go out for a while, they still endured the hand they wanted to stretch out, and only began to discuss heatedly what model it was.

A child stood beside Wei Chuan and raised his hand to salute the Young Pioneers, and asked, "Brother, can I take your gun?"

Before Wei Chuan had time to speak, the child was arrested by the parents, and he apologized embarrassedly and said, "Don't talk to him, you can continue."

"It's okay, it's normal for children to be curious." Wei Chuan said.

The child said loudly: "I will also be a soldier in the future, so I can shoot zombies every day with a gun."

The students around Mr. Wang echoed their voices, each shouting louder than the other, causing everyone a headache.

Teacher Wang quickly calmed them down, and said seriously: "The gun is not for you to attack others, but to protect yourself. And being a soldier is not so simple, you all have to study hard."

Wei Chuan nodded again and again: "Your teacher is right, and brother will not hold this gun every day."

He put the gun back in the box, looked at the owners of Manhattan and said, "For everyone's safety, I will keep this gun and only use it when it is most dangerous."

Everyone nodded again and again, Yan Shuai stretched his neck to look at it for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Warrior Wei, is this the only gun in this box?"

"There is only this gun, and there are some other things, but it is not easy to show." Wei Chuan looked at them and said, "In fact, in order to prevent the crowd from scrambling for dangerous weapons, this box cannot be opened casually for everyone to see. This is an exception."

Yan Shuai's mother, Sister Rong, patted Amitabha on her chest and said, "It's quite scary to suddenly take out a gun, one is enough."

"Oh, my sister Rong, isn't your pressure cooker scary?" Old Xie next to him couldn't help asking.

Wei Chuan was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Pressure cooker? What does pressure cooker mean?"

Could it be your secret code?

Full of doubts, he thought he had discovered some important information, subconsciously wanted to turn on the camera and start taking pictures, and then he saw a genuine pressure cooker.

Ok, the misunderstanding is resolved!

Wei Chuan put the camera back to its original position, and Ling Qing introduced to him: "In fact, everyone thinks that the explosion of the pressure cooker is very lethal, so they have been preparing it as a backup weapon."

Not only the pressure cooker appeared, but also durian shell armor bamboo poles tied kitchen knives, stones hit in stockings, some watermelon knives, machetes and kitchen knives, not to mention those reinforced bricks, and even a chainsaw.

Qin Dali showed off all the lethal weapons in the Manhattan community. Wei Chuan looked at the wisdom and creation of these people, and the lethality could surpass a company by visual inspection. He seemed to understand why in such an apocalypse, Manhattan The community can also be impenetrable.

Just when Qin Dali finished his introduction, Uncle Tang grabbed the radio-like machine and squeezed to Wei Chuan and asked, "Wei Soldier, this is the machine we found from the airdrop. It should be a radio, right? But I can't receive it now." Channel, do we have to wait until later to have a program?"

Wei Chuan nodded: "Yes, this is our modified radio. It can not only install batteries but also be charged by solar energy. You will be able to receive radio news programs when the news is broadcast at [-] o'clock in the evening. We will organize everyone to listen to it. "

News program?Everyone almost forgot when was the last time they listened to a news program, it felt like half a lifetime had passed.

And being able to listen to news programs means that everyone can understand the situation outside the community, the information blockage is broken, and the owners are all happy, wishing that it would be night now.

Ling Qing looked at the radio on the side, thinking of the rescue that he did not wait for in the dream, wondering if the world in the dream would be the same as the current situation in Manhattan after the rescue.

A soldier descended from the sky, giving everyone hope for the future.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking?" Yi Chengli followed his gaze and asked doubtfully, "Is there something wrong with the radio?"

Ling Qing shook her head and said with a smile, "No, I just remembered that in the dream you told me that the radio had received a message, saying that rescue would arrive soon."

Yi Chengli was taken aback when he heard this, and seeing that Ling Qing didn't have a sad expression on his face, but relaxed, then he followed him and laughed and said, "But it's a pity that the two of us didn't get rescued."

"Indeed." Ling Qing turned to look at him, couldn't help snorting and said, "But if rescue comes, you're not far from going to prison, I guess you'll have to see a psychiatrist for the rest of your life, it's better to die."

Yi Chengli: ...

Yi Chengli: "Don't think too much, it's all a dream, now we are both fine, I don't need to go to jail, and you don't need to see a psychiatrist, right?"

Ling Qing was noncommittal, just smiled and walked towards Wei Chuan and said, "Wei Soldier, let's arrange your accommodation first, so you can put down your luggage and rest for a while. The model room in the community has all kinds of furniture, which is very convenient. Or you can choose a room, as there are many vacant houses that have not yet been occupied by owners.”

"Don't be so troublesome, I can just find a place to sleep on the floor." Wei Chuan waved his hand quickly, "I have already eaten the food cooked by everyone, and now I am living in your house. This is already a violation of discipline."

The owner next to him quit immediately when he heard it. How can there be any reason why people should sleep on the floor if they don’t sleep in the bed?The owners who still had a spare room in their house directly asked Wei Bing to live in their house, which had everything.

Ling Qing also disagreed and said, "You must not be allowed to sleep on the floor."

"Everyone, calm down." Seeing everyone's enthusiasm again, Wei Chuan was a little at a loss, Yi Chengli quickly stood up to stabilize the situation and said, "There is still a vacant room in our model room, and it's still on the first floor. What's the matter?" Soldiers Wei can be there in time, which is very convenient.”

As he spoke, he looked at Niu Ben and asked, "Benzi, is there another room vacant in your house? I think I remember correctly."

Niu Ben and Wang Chunfa's eyes lit up when they heard this, thinking that Warrior Wei lives in the room next to theirs, so isn't their model room the safest place in the whole village?

Niu Ben nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, there is just one room that is vacant, even if there is no vacant room, I will ask Brother Wang to move out and make a bedroom available."

Wang Chunfa's smile froze on his face, he pursed his lips and turned to look at Niu Ben and said, "Xiao Niu, why don't you move out by yourself and move me?"

"Let's make an analogy, let's make an analogy, don't take it seriously." Niu Ben told Wang Chunfa not to take it to heart.

"Then feel wronged that Warrior Wei lives with Benzi and the others, and we will take care of them at night." Ling Qing looked at Wei Chuan and smiled. lead the way.

Wei Chuan still wanted to refuse, but before he said a few words, he once again experienced the feeling of walking in translation.

When he got to the resting room, the mattresses and quilts brought by everyone were also brought in, and there were some snacks and instant noodles hidden inside, in case he was not full after eating.

Everyone put down their things and ran away, without giving Wei soldiers time to return.Wei Chuan yelled for a long time, looked at the owner who was still in the room and said helplessly: "Everyone is too enthusiastic. I just want to ask how everyone came here in Manhattan these days. I need to do a record investigation."

Mr. Ding, an elite owner wearing glasses, said directly, "Don't ask them, just ask me."

Ding Guang, who has worked in a large factory for many years, has developed the habit of writing a work diary every day and a weekly work diary. Even in the last days, he has not forgotten it. He writes it as a diary, with detailed records every day, and sends it directly to the soldiers in Weichuan. hands.

Wei Chuan thanked him repeatedly. Most of his work was solved by the owner, and he had the illusion of copying homework at school.

After arranging the affairs of Soldier Wei, it was already lunch break time in Manhattan. Everyone urged Soldier Wei to take a rest, and they also went home to rest, and began to look forward to the evening news broadcast time.

Qian Meili was sleeping in the room, Ling Qing was too lazy to change clothes, so she sat on the sofa and closed her eyes by the fire, chatting with Yi Chengli.

"I don't know when I can return to my previous life." Yi Chengli murmured.

Ling Qing thought for a while and said, "The elimination of zombies is the first step. The restoration of buildings and the recycling of some waste are major projects. Take your time."

"That's true." Yi Chengli smiled, "Our family may have to file for bankruptcy, but you can rest assured that I will help you repay the mortgage if you promise."

Ling Qing paused for a moment, then said with an oh: "I almost forgot about it."

"Then I'm at a loss, and I reminded you." Yi Chengli lay on the table and looked at him sideways and asked, "If I go bankrupt and have no place to go, can you continue to take me in?"

Ling Qing: "You don't have a place to go if you don't exist. Don't you still have real estate and cars? And you are not the general manager of your company, so your personal property should not be confiscated."

Yi Chengli: ...

Yi Chengli emphasized: "If, I say if."

Ling Qing opened her eyes and thought about it, "It's not impossible, after all, the sofa is empty and no one is sleeping... Oh, no, you can sleep in the second bedroom, anyway, Meili will definitely move out by then."

Yi Chengli looked at him fixedly, and asked softly, "Is it just the second bedroom?"

"Otherwise? Do you still want to sleep in the master bedroom?" Ling Qing looked at him and asked with a half-smile.

The two people's eyes met, and they were silent for a while in tacit agreement. Yi Chengli couldn't hold back, looked at him with his chin and said softly, "If you invite me, it's not impossible."

"That depends on your performance." Ling Qing yawned, "My master bedroom can't just be entered by anyone."

Yi Chengli thought for a while and said, "You don't lock the door when you sleep now, is this my first step towards success?"

Ling Qing closed her eyes and pulled up the warming quilt on her body, pretending to be ready to sleep, and said, "That's what you say."

The two took a nap in the living room, and woke up when Qian Meili woke up.Today's most important welcome airdrop has been successfully completed, and the afternoon is to make up for the work that was not done in the morning.

Seeing that everyone was so busy, Wei Chuan rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help, but he encountered a wall everywhere and got the answer that he didn't need to help.He was a little helpless, so he could only find Yi Chengli and said, "It will be difficult for me to integrate into our community, and it will be difficult to carry out some follow-up psychological counseling work."

When Yi Chengli heard about the ideological work, he quickly said: "There is a psychologist in our community, and he does everyone's psychological counseling."

As soon as Wei Chuan heard that there was a psychiatrist, he quickly expressed his desire to see him, but Dr. Meng asked him the first time he saw him, "Does Soldier Wei also need some psychological counseling?"

"No, no, no, I'm here to find out about the mental health of the residents in our community, and I need to report a statistical survey." Wei Chuan quickly explained.

Dr. Meng nodded and said, "Oh, everyone is pretty healthy. Occasionally, one or two people will cry that they can't survive, but as long as they are asked to do some work and make them tired, they won't have time to cry."

He took out a notebook from the drawer and said, "I have records here, so I can have a good chat with you."

Wei Chuan nodded again and again, and spent the whole afternoon investigating the mental health of the owners of Manhattan. Not only did he get a good statistical data, he was also given psychological counseling by Dr. Meng, which became one of his research data. .

When he walked out of Dr. Meng's house with his notebook, he fell into doubts and began to think about the meaning of his coming here.It feels like people here don't really need themselves other than communication.

But soldier Wei didn't think for long before he was interrupted because Manhattan was beating the gong and calling for dinner.

After dinner in the evening, it was almost 06:30 at seven o'clock, and the men and women in Manhattan were already sitting in the community with Mazza, waiting for the news program on the radio to start.

At seven o'clock, the familiar opening music rang from the radio. Everyone was excited and everyone was quiet. They listened to the announcer's voice with their ears erect, and their eyes began to feel a little hot.

Everything is really getting better.

The author says:

Yi Chengli: Can I live in your master bedroom?

Ling Qing: Then I'll go to the second bedroom to sleep.