Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book

Chapter 05

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Jiang Miaomiao sat on the toilet for an hour. She didn't dare to move. His legs were numb when he sat, so he stood up wearing pants.

The original owner does not care about his body. Sometimes, in order to go to work early, he washes his hair with cold water when there is no hot water in the dormitory. In winter, he also drinks cold water directly.

There is no aunt's towel, but fortunately there are more toilet paper. Jiang Miaomiao tore off the long strip, folded it into a small piece, and stuffed it under the underwear.

Toilet paper is not sticky and will move when walking. It is not waterproof, and once soaked, it will stain the pants.

She didn't dare to walk around at will, lying on the bed all day, never leaving the bedroom. Once it feels almost the same, change to new toilet paper.

Lu Qiming hadn't planned to take care of this, but seeing that it was dark, she hadn't gone downstairs to eat anything except breakfast. She couldn't help but feel a little worried and knocked on the door.

Tuk tu tu.

"Are you hungry? I made fried noodles."

Jiang Miaomiao was changing the paper in the bathroom and replied: "I will go down when I am hungry."

Lu Qiming didn't force it, "Okay, I put the noodles on the coffee table."

After he finished speaking, he went back to the room. Jiang Miaomiao put on his pants and looked worried at the toilet paper in the trash basket.

Every piece of paper is soaked with blood, what should I do?

In the past, garbage was thrown directly out of the window, but these are fresh human blood. Wouldn't it be thrown out with a loudspeaker and shouting at the zombies: Come on, there are living people here to eat!

After deliberation, she decided not to do two things, and burned them all.

So he took the trash basket and went downstairs, found a small iron bucket, poured some diesel into it, poured paper in and lit it.

Diesel has a particularly good combustibility, and the flames burst high.

Afraid of burning the house, Jiang Miaomiao squatted by the side and waited for it to go out.

When Lu Qiming heard movement downstairs, he picked up a stool as a weapon and went down to check.

In the swaying firelight, the girl was wearing a white pajamas squatting next to the iron barrel, her small and pale face was turned into different shades of light and dark by the fire light, and a cloud of blood was slowly smearing on her pants.

"What are you doing?" He put down his stool.

"Nothing, you go back."

She didn't want to talk about it with a man who had only known each other for a few days.

"It is night, and the hearing and vision of the zombies are at the peak. If there is a fire here, they will definitely gather."

She said, "What should I do?"

"Go out first."

Lu Qiming found a washbasin as a lid and buttoned it on the bucket. The fire was quickly extinguished.

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help but stood up with his chair.

"I have to find one..."

After squatting for too long, she continued to lose blood again, her eyes went dark when she got up, and she fell straight back.