sjar Chapter 136
Chapter 136
Ni Yangzhou accepted 103's suggestion that the more difficult the unfinished novel is, the greater the possibility that it will receive higher evaluations after completion.
If you don't want to complete such a difficult task in the plot, you might as well take the initiative.
So Ni Yangzhou arrived in a post-apocalyptic zombie world where he could die at any time.
The title of the book is so common that it has no memorable points - "Heroes of the Last Days".
There were still 24 hours from the time he woke up in the cramped rental house until the end of the world officially broke out.
Ni Yangzhou blinked and felt a little pain in his back. He shook his arms and felt that there seemed to be nothing serious.
Looking around, I saw a smart phone next to the pillow playing a game video repeatedly, a bucket of instant noodles with only soup left on the small table, a few pairs of sneakers scattered on the floor, and socks and underwear were all stuffed together in the front of the closet, and I didn't know how long they hadn't been washed.
The man who finally sat firmly on the bed sighed and said, "Third brother, save the original owner's data."
103 Reply: [Unable to save, the original body died of sudden cardiac death at 15: am last night, the data has been cleared. ]
Upon hearing this, Ni Yangzhou stood up and checked his body to make sure he was not missing any limbs. He glanced at his fingers and immediately looked back.
This hand looks so familiar.
Ni Yangzhou pulled out his phone, turned on the camera and took a selfie. The face on the screen was indeed his own.
The face of the real world.
There was no private bathroom in the low-rent housing, so Ni Yangzhou took off his sweaty vest with one hand and took a picture of his back with his mobile phone.
The back is smooth and clean without any scars.
Back pain accompanied by angina pectoris may be a precursor to sudden death. The original owner may have missed this physical warning, which led to his death at a young age on such an ordinary night.
Ni Yangzhou straightened up and lay back on the bed. This body was not as healthy as it looked.
With a beep, the system prompted:
[Outline has been sent, please check it. 】
Ni Yangzhou clicked on the outline:
[How to survive in the end times?
The light and darkness of human nature clash here, and people are forced to make choices in despair and chaos.
Assemble a team, build a shelter, support the northern base, and destroy the underground city of anti-human experimental research.
I just did what I had to do, and they all called me a hero.
Main quest: Destroy the anti-humanity experimental research dungeon.]
Ni Yangzhou closed his eyes, read the outline over and over again, took a few deep breaths, and finally mustered up the courage to ask.
"Third brother...I am the protagonist?"
[This involves the plot and cannot be disclosed.]
Ni Yangzhou was lying on the bed, wondering if he would die suddenly again by doing a hundred burpees on the spot. Even if he was an ordinary reader, he would not bother to read such a plot.
There is no other reason, it's just too much trouble, to recruit a team and build a shelter. Usually, such a long article would take at least a thousand chapters, with numerous supporting characters, and the protagonist has to be as unyielding as an indestructible space Thomas cockroach that has been spirally irradiated for three thousand years.
103 repeated his words of comfort:
[The more difficult the unfinished novel is, the higher the rating will be. 】
Governor Ni Yang sighed, encouraged himself, and said resignedly: "Just do it with bare hands? Do you have a cheat code?"
103 really replied immediately: [Yes, host, please prepare to receive the original body's memory. ]
Ni Yangzhou placed his hands peacefully on his chest and waited for a few seconds, and the original owner's twenty years of memories were transmitted to him.
The original owner was named Liao Le. He was a left-behind child when he was young and was raised by his grandparents. He saw his parents only a few times a year. Later, his parents divorced and each started a new family. Liao Le went out to work before graduating from junior high school and transferred most of the money he earned to his grandparents at home. However, due to the hardships of life, the two elders died one after another within a few years.
With a low level of education and no special skills, Liao Le has been making a living by doing odd jobs. In the past two years, he has been working part-time as a delivery man. He works for three days and rests for two days. His income is not high, but he is enough to keep himself awake.
No family, no friends, no decent job, and now even no life. After receiving the memory, Ni Yangzhou wanted to sigh.
"Third brother, there is no golden finger for this? Could it be that Liao Le's grandparents are high-level research experts, and the original owner is a genetically modified person?"
[No, I'm a normal person. The golden finger is a relic left by my grandparents.]
Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes and recalled the valuable things in his twenty years of experience, and found - nothing.
There was nothing of value, no antique bowls, mysterious jade, talismans, Buddha statues, special moles, nothing at all.
103 prompted: [On the table.]
Ni Yangzhou looked at the table. On the small compressed particle board table, besides the instant noodle bucket, there was an enamel cup with a missing edge.
After moving his eyes between the two, Ni Yangzhou locked onto the white enamel cup.
"The Cup Killer of the End of the World?"
Ni Yangzhou made a bitter face, leaned half of his body out in disbelief, and took the enamel cup in his palm. The background was pure white, and there was a line of red words written on it that looked quite old - Don't rest on your past achievements, but make new contributions.
"Who are you calling?"
Ni Yangzhou looked for a long time, walked around the small room three times, found a lighter and a paper clip, disinfected them first, and then pricked his finger. Ni Yangzhou was so skilled that he could do it with his eyes closed.
Sure enough, a drop of blood from the fingertip dripped onto the enamel cup, a white light flashed, and when he opened his eyes again, Ni Yangzhou saw three neatly arranged large tiled houses. He was standing in the middle of a spacious and beautiful courtyard with a persimmon tree planted in the southeast corner of the courtyard.
A typical northern rural-style building - this was also the happiest thing the original owner had done in his memory. He used the money he earned from working in the factory right after graduation to renovate the house for his grandparents.
However, they didn't live there for long as the two elders passed away, and the original owner began to live a day-to-day life from then on.
Ni Yangzhou looked at the size of the yard, stepped on the soft soil beneath his feet, and smacked his lips.
I thought there would be a bigger golden finger, but looking at this scale, after putting a car and some supplies, only half of the space will be left for planting. It can't be compared with other people's cool space.
Ni Yangzhou had an idea and exited the yard space. He saw a small kettle in the house, so he quickly boiled a kettle of water, poured it into an empty mineral water bottle, and took it into the space.
There were kangs on both sides of the big tiled house and a living room in the middle. Ni Yangzhou sat at the eight-immortals table in the living room and waited for a while. The boiling water did not cool down at all, and he was finally reluctantly satisfied.
At least the food doesn’t spoil easily, so you can stock up.
Ni Yangzhou came out of the space again and measured the speed of time flow, and found that it was 1:1, without any change.
After tossing and turning for a while, Ni Yangzhou felt weak and lay back on the bed sickly.
"Third brother, how long will it take for the zombie outbreak to officially begin?"
【23 hours and 33 minutes left. 】
Ni Yangzhou closed his eyes: "I went to stock up when I woke up. Now I can't hold on any longer. If I don't rest, I will die again without waiting for the end of the world."
"One hour of sleep, one hour of sleep."
Ni Yangzhou muttered to himself as he picked up his phone, ready to set an alarm. His fingers moved across the screen twice, but he didn't click on the alarm clock, but instead clicked on the banking app.
After seeing this, all the sleepiness disappeared in an instant.
The original owner had no one to take care of, so he lived an easy life and never cared about the balance.
The current deposits are in both small and large amounts.
873.5 yuan.