I sell Coke in the doomsday

I took the records from Weekend and began to look through them absentmindedly. At the same time, in order to make him less nervous, I whispered to him.

"Don't be so scared, although I might be a little abnormal."

"But I'm not an unreasonable person. I won't kill you just because you said something wrong."

I don’t know if my consolation worked, but at least Weekend’s expression gradually eased. I looked through the records in my hand, and at the same time, I had some doubts in my mind, so I asked Weekend.

"Why did you come up with the idea of ​​counting everyone's occupations before the zombie virus outbreak? Tell me what you think."

Weekend's face changed and he became nervous again. He was so flustered that he didn't know what to say. I didn't urge him, but just continued to look through the records in my hand.

After about three minutes, the flustered Weekend finally sorted out his thoughts, but he still spoke in a low voice with a timid look on his face.

"Um...you said that during the day."

"We need to live like human beings and bring seeds for food."

"I thought that you should have a way to deal with those zombies, so if there is anyone in this base who had a job before the zombie virus outbreak that could help you."

"Like doctors, workers, engineers, etc."

“These people are indispensable to rebuilding a civilized society.”

Hearing this, I looked at Weekend in surprise. This time my luck was actually good. The person I found at random actually had the ability to take on this responsibility.

At least for now, this weekend isn't a sucker punch.

I smiled at Weekend, then shook my head slightly and said nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry I might disappoint you."

"I don't have much motivation to rebuild a civilized society now."

Time is a concept that cannot be toyed with, otherwise everything will seem ridiculous.

For example, now, after knowing that the only hope for humans in this world is to restart to the world line before the end of the world, I can't help but feel that this world after the end of the world doesn't need to be so beautiful.

After all, everything has to start over again, whether I succeed or not.

"I don't plan to stay here for too long. After you guys become self-sufficient, I will disappear for a few years and go to a faraway place."

Yeah, I can't stay here for too long.

I want to go back to Nanling City, the place with Tongtong, Epiphyllum, and the group of people I am most familiar with.

Weekend didn’t know my reason, and his eyes dimmed, but he still spoke softly again.

"No matter how far you go, there are some talents that you can always use, Chief."

I was even more surprised. In my impression, the members of the Corpse God Cult should have accepted their fate and become like qualified zombies, trying to survive in this apocalypse.

How come now, this young man in front of me seems to want to return to civilized society.

In order to add some spice to my boring life, I became interested in the young man in front of me, stopped flipping through the books, and asked him with interest.

"Have you ever eaten my flesh?"

Hearing this, Weekend's expression froze, then he lowered his head in fear. After a moment's silence, he answered helplessly.

"I have...eaten it."

I am not surprised by this answer. In the entire Corpse God Cult's stronghold, how many people have not eaten my flesh and lived on the pitiful food production of this stronghold?

So, I didn't get too angry, but continued to ask Weekend.

"How does it taste? I've tasted mine."

Weekend's face became paler and his body began to tremble, but under my gaze, he had to answer the question and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"It's weird and a little off-putting."

"But it keeps me alive."

After saying that, Weekend’s fear of me seemed to have reached its critical point. Her knees went weak and she actually knelt down in front of me, speaking tremblingly.

"I...I know this is not right."

"But I can't die yet."

"I...want to live."

This is not a very brilliant answer. If it were me in my previous reincarnation, I might have pulled out a gun and shot the guy in front of me in the head.

But now, in that long memory, I seem to have forgotten how to be angry, and I didn't feel any emotional fluctuations when I heard this not-so-good answer.

Like a moody weirdo, I skipped the topic and asked about the weekend instead.

"Do you want to rebuild a civilized society in this stronghold?"

Weekend hesitated for a moment, then nodded heavily and admitted it.

I was curious and couldn't help asking.

"Why? Since you can get over the hurdle of cannibalism, you shouldn't have any obsession with civilized society. Wouldn't being a dictator be more suitable for you?"

Weekend smiled bitterly and answered very frankly.

"I want to live a more comfortable life and live longer."

"I am a doctor, and I know better than anyone how low the average life expectancy is in this chaotic world."

Chapter 12: The Smart Man

"I ate your flesh because I was hungry and because I wanted to live."

"But I am a very greedy person. I want to live longer and more comfortably."

"In a stronghold with order and a civilized foundation, people can definitely live comfortably and longer."

Weekend raised his right hand and saw a long scar on it, which showed that this hand had been seriously injured.

"A year ago, when the zombie virus broke out, my right hand was injured. Without any medicine, I had to maintain my body's nutrition to recover."

"At that time, I couldn't sleep every night because I was afraid that the wound would get infected or that I would get tetanus or something like that."

"I'm scared to death."

"But, those who went out to plunder supplies at that time only brought back some food, knives, and even some useless things to satisfy the enjoyment of the upper echelons."

"So, at that time, I was thinking, if this stronghold was not so barbaric and had such a religious rule, maybe someone would think of medicine, which is also something necessary for the survival of a stronghold."

“What I want to do is not for others, but for myself.”

Weekend changed his previous fear and said a lot to me. I listened quietly, my heart was calm. Maybe it was because my facial expression was too calm, Weekend stopped unconsciously, returned to his previous timid appearance, and asked weakly.

"Don't you like hearing that?"

I smiled, glanced at Weekend, shifted my gaze into the distance, and spoke softly.

"No, I like hearing that."

“It’s not very nice, but it’s very convincing.”

Hearing this, Weekend breathed a sigh of relief, and then handed me another piece of paper. I reached out to take it, and after looking at it carefully, I found that it was filled with some supplies and the quantity units behind them.

"This base is still missing a lot of things."

"Just last week, a baby died from a cold."

"So, I wonder if you, the leader, could find the supplies and medicines for me if it's convenient for you?"

I took the paper and nodded. No matter how much I hated this stronghold, those babies were innocent after all. They had no chance to do evil and did not deserve such an end.

"There is one thing I want to know."

"Medications will expire. What are you going to do when those medications expire?"

Weekend reached out to adjust his glasses, but unfortunately he used his middle finger. After I slapped him, he seemed to react, smiled awkwardly, and spoke in a low voice.

"I have also thought about this. Isn't there a very famous university in the city?"

"The university is most famous for its Chinese medicine discipline. They have their own medicinal fields, where students can grow their own herbs."

"There was a joke at the time that a weed that a freshman stepped on in the herb field might very well be a senior's graduation thesis."

“Hahahaha…hahahaha.”

The fake smiles on the weekend were very unpleasant. After only a few smiles, he noticed it himself and stopped.

Hearing this, I became more alert and asked curiously.

“Have you studied Chinese medicine?”

"without……"

"Then what the hell are you talking about!"

Weekend used his fingers to adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. It seemed that he had the habit of adjusting his glasses when he was nervous. But this time, he didn't use his middle finger. He looked at me and said sincerely.

"I can learn!"

"As long as you bring those books, I can learn no matter how many years it takes."

Interesting, this guy is really afraid of death.

I was amused by Weekend in front of me. I felt that he was both silly and smart, and had a common trait among the crazy people I had met, a kind of thing that I didn't know whether to call it persistence or extremism.

He... must be a smart man.

As I thought about it, I took out a pistol from my pocket, grabbed Weekend's right hand, put the pistol in his palm, and asked him casually.

"Will it work?"

Weekend was a little slow to react. After standing there for a while, his legs began to feel weak and he couldn't even stand steadily.

I stretched lazily like a bystander who had nothing to do with the matter and said lightly.

"Scum is like dust in a room, you can never clean it out."

"If you clean it today, there will be new dust tomorrow."

"The scum in this stronghold are afraid of me now, so they don't dare to act recklessly, but this is not a long-term solution after all."

"I will definitely leave this base, maybe for two or three days, or maybe I will leave and never come back."

"So, in order to make this stronghold what you want it to be, you need this thing."

Weekend obviously understood this. Although his hands were still shaking, he still held the pistol tightly in his hand.

Maybe it's because of a stupid idea, or maybe it's a blessing from the heart.

I suddenly asked Weekend a question that had nothing to do with him.

"Weekend, you are a smart person, right? If you are a smart person, you can tell me."

“What do you do when you encounter a problem that you cannot solve, but you hope that there is a solution that can satisfy both parties?”

To be honest, I felt that what I said was stupid and unclear, so I naturally didn't have much hope of hearing a refreshing answer.

Weekend touched his head, didn't think for long, and said softly.

"For things like this, I usually go to the smartest person I know."

I gave a wry smile and just thought it was nonsense. I didn't have much hope anyway.

The smartest person I know.

Who is the smartest person I know? Everyone seems to have their own strengths, but there is no one who is particularly smart.

Except... Qu Yunliu.

I stood up suddenly, my expression changing.

At this moment, a spark of fire flashed in my mind, and then like a fuse, it burned into a flame and exploded in the light all the way.

Yeah, that bastard Qu Yunliu seems to be very smart.

Although he is extreme, stubborn, and his thinking is not like that of a normal person, he is also a little slow to realize things.

But at the same time, he is also a ruthless person who builds a shield stronghold and uses willpower to suppress his dependence on Epiphyllum pollen, treating it only as a painkiller.

He was the most difficult human enemy I had ever seen. If he had not been seriously ill, madly plotting his own posthumous reputation and deliberately cultivating a group of traitors, I would not have been able to capture the Shield Fort so easily.

He is very smart, at least smarter than me.

Moreover, at this time, he should not have turned into the twisted madman he later became. Wang Quan in the Ancient City Stronghold should still be alive. Gao Lian and Li Yi had not yet been controlled by Epiphyllum. That bastard Ajie should still be hanging around in the Shield Stronghold.