He did not spend the night in the end of the world, although Lu Chuan knew that the biochemical factory was impregnable.

Back to my modern rental house, the sky outside the window was really sunset, and there was only a hint of redness left in the sky.

"Time is indeed synchronized."

The Zombie Uncle and Lu Chuan left without much change, and they still sat upright.

Since returning, Lu Chuan has fallen into deep thought.

In the rental house, one big and one small, he sat like this, and no one made a sound. One was a wood carving, and the other had his face changed from time to time, as if he was sorting out some problems that were bothering him in his mind.

"Gu...Gugu..."

The hunger coming from his stomach made Lu Chuan definitely come back from his thoughts.

Standing up, Lu Chuan stretched and smiled.

"I'm really hungry." Lu Chuan touched his stomach and this happened from the long-distance bus. Until now, he has been running and jumping all the way, and has been hungry for a long time.

Putting down what he was thinking, Lu Chuan stuffed his wallet and went out.

Single dogs don't have the habit of cooking by themselves.

In addition, it was too late now, so I took a look at the time and it was already 7:30 pm.

No surprise, the zombie uncle followed Lu Chuan again, almost inseparable from Lu Chuan.

The advantage of the old residential areas is that they are lively, which belongs to the lively people of low-level people.

At 7:30, the night market stalls in the streets and alleys have already started business, and people are everywhere. All kinds of fragrances float up in the streets and alleys. I don’t know how many people who are late to get off work will choose to fill their stomachs in these stalls.

“…”

Lu Chuan looked at the surging heads here, but what he thought of was a scene he saw in the end of the world.

The large population means that there are also many zombies. If a disaster occurs, the population density here is China and India, some of the most tragic places.

After finding a familiar stall to sit down, Lu Chuan shouted: "Uncle Luo, it's the same."

"Five minutes." Uncle Luo was a middle-aged man who was as thin as a bar. After responding to Lu Chuan's words, he skillfully fired. He swallowed the pot head with too much heat. A small spoonful of oil was put down, and the whole pot turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Uncle Luo's family has been operating here for more than ten years, with good popularity and good business.

Uncle Luo is in charge of the chef, while Aunt Luo is responsible for cutting vegetables and side dishes.

Uncle Luo's son is in college, and his daughter is Luo Juan. She is in her third year of high school. Every night, she goes to the stall to help, bring tea and water, and delivers the delicious food made by her father to diners.

Well, it's actually the role of the waiter.

"Lu Chuan, I haven't come for a while, is it okay?" Aunt Luo raised her head and asked with concern.

The zombie uncle stood dryly on the edge of Lu Chuan. Under Lu Chuan's command, he sat upright opposite Lu Chuan again, and sat straight.

"Lu Chuan, drink some water."

Two cups of big leaf tea were placed in front of Lu Chuan and the zombie uncle. Luo Juan shook her hair and returned to the chair where she had just gotten up. It was obvious that she had not been interested in Lu Chuan for several days.

Lu Chuan’s supper was probably settled here, and after a year, I became familiar with it.

In normal times, Lu Chuan would tease Luo Juan for a few words, but today Lu Chuan's head has always been thinking about the biochemical factory, so naturally he no longer has this idea.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Aunt, I went back to my hometown."

Aunt Luo also smiled: "It's good to go back, and meet your parents more often."

Uncle Luo’s time is indeed very accurate. In five minutes, he put a plate of fried noodles in front of Lu Chuan in five minutes.

Lu Chuan, who had been hungry for a long time, was not polite. He only remembered something after taking a few bites. He looked up and saw the zombie uncle sitting straight with expressionless face.

"oh."

Lu Chuan patted his forehead, and was fascinated by things, but he actually forgot about this guy.

Lu Chuan was always curious about whether to eat when he was in modern times. At present, it seems that Lu Chuan had to pay attention to it. His own salary could not guarantee the living expenses of two people.

"Do you want to give me one?" Lu Chuan asked.

The zombie uncle looked at Lu Chuan in a daze, his empty eyes not even blinking.

Lu Chuan: "…"

A feeling of playing the piano for a cow, but Lu Chuan pushed the fried noodles he had just eaten a few bites to the zombie uncle and issued an order: "Eat."

The zombie uncle reached out his hand mechanically and grabbed it on the fried noodles.

"Chopsticks." Lu Chuan said in a deep voice.

The zombie uncle stopped his arm, and mechanically grabbed the chopsticks and picked them up at the fried noodles. He looked like a little brat who was learning to eat. The way he took the chopsticks made Lu Chuan unable to help but turn his face away, as if he didn't know this guy.

It's really embarrassing. This behavior of using chopsticks is definitely mentally retarded.

The table was filled with fried noodles, and the zombie uncle stuffed his mouth and ate it again.

In essence, the zombie uncle was attached to the camouflage system by the biochemical factory, but it is still a zombie. Zombies are monsters that can eat or do not need to eat.

But looking at the zombie uncle who killed most of the fried noodles, Lu Chuan almost doubted whether the other party was a real person.

When eating fried noodles, you need to have more imagination to think of this?

"It seems that I really want to eat?"

Lu Chuan thought uncertainly that it would take some time to verify, such as hungering it for three or five days?

"Uncle Luo, let's grill five lamb chops."

More than ten minutes later, five roasted lamb chops were placed in front of Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan found that the zombie uncle's hollow eyes finally reacted for the first time, and he actually turned it.

Five roasted lamb chops were inserted into the zombie uncle's stomach in just five minutes.

Bake again.

Twenty.

Thirty.

Ten chicken legs, and five more portions of fried noodles.

The zombie uncle's belly was like a bottomless pit, which made Lu Chuan feel a sense of collapse. It was just a bucket of rice, thirty lamb chops, plus the others... and ten servings were eaten into his stomach by it.

A sense of crisis came to Lu Chuan's heart.

I only have less than 10,000 yuan in deposits. At this speed and appetite, I will only drink for half a month at most.

This salary of my own is not enough for the zombie uncle to eat for three or five days.

Luo Juan has been paying attention to Lu Chuan. At this moment, she looked at the bones piled up like a hill and the stack of plates. She opened her mouth wide. This was the first time she had seen such a edible person.

When Lu Chuan checked out, his heart was bleeding.

…………

Back at the rental house, the zombie uncle sat back on the chair, as straight as ever.

Lu Chuan looked at the zombie uncle's bulging belly and stopped thinking about this heartbreaking question. Anyway, what to test next is what will happen if the zombie uncle doesn't eat for three or five days.
Chapter completed!