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I signaled to the fat guy to stay calm, indicating that I was not with the woman from before. I explained what had happened at the supermarket with the woman in a mask and the ambush, as well as the origin of the syringe. The fat guy listened with skepticism, but gradually put away his knife.
"So, you're saying that that woman had also plotted against you before. Why would she do that?"
"That's what I want to know. I've never met her before, I don't know her at all."
I closed the lid and put away the small box.
"Is this crazy woman holding a grudge against men? She seems to go after anyone she sees!" The fat man looked embarrassed and angry. I gestured to him again to calm down.
"The key point now is, if it can be determined that the reason you encountered those two monsters before was because of what that woman injected, which caused the Corpse change, then it explains a lot."
"What does it explain?" Fatty was a little puzzled.
"It explains that this virus was artificially created, not something that naturally occurred in the wild as the news reported. The syringe I showed you just now, the light blue liquid inside might be the crucial evidence."
After hearing what I said, Fatty took a sharp breath and exclaimed, "Whoa! If we can confirm that this woman is indeed poisoning, then we can further investigate her motives, identity, and the purpose of targeting us." I continued to add.
The chubby guy absentmindedly strokes his scruffy beard and nods.
"Tsk, Xiaobai, you make a good point with your analysis."
I don't really care about suddenly being given this nickname.
"The most urgent thing for us now is to leave the city center and head to the suburban shelter. There's no time to track and investigate That woman."
After determining the direction, I immediately put away the compass.
"It's okay, that woman will come back soon."
The fat guy looks confident.
I won't discuss with the fat guy anymore.
Pointing ahead, he said, "Tomorrow we have to cross this block and reach the other side of Luminous Tower."
The fat guy looked in the direction of my finger.
"So we're supposed to go that way, no wonder."
"No wonder what?" I turned to look at the fat guy in surprise, only to find that he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.
"I said, 'Hey, buddy, do you have a poor sense of direction?'" I laughed.
When Fatty heard me say that, his face immediately turned a bit embarrassed.
"Ho...how is that possible? I...I just have a little trouble with direction occasionally."
"Is that so?" I smiled disbelievingly. "Then tell me, where was the Luminous Tower that I mentioned just now?"
"South... I think it's to the south," the chubby guy scratched his head.
It seems like my guess was right. This chubby guy is actually someone who can't find his way around. The reason he's staying here is probably because he got lost, maybe he's been stuck here for several days already.
So I patted Fatty on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Ming, I will take you out." Fatty saw that I was no longer making things difficult for him and a big smile spread across his face.
"Oh my, I told you, Xiaobai, have you had your brain polished? How can you change your mind so quickly? This time, I finally met a good partner." Fatty said, with a pair of big hands already hooked on my shoulder, as if he wanted to be brotherly with me. I actually don't mind Fatty's familiar approach.
Because in the current situation, it's not easy to get out. It's not a bad thing to have a master like Fatty to act together. I've seen Fatty's skills, no doubt about it. And more importantly, Fatty has a terrible sense of direction. He actually needs someone like me who is good at navigating, so the possibility of him harming me is not great.
He had no reason to harm me before leaving this city.
In this environment, I and the fat guy should now be considered a kind of symbiotic complementary relationship.
Thinking of this, I responded to the fat guy's enthusiasm and asked:
"By the way, where have you been sleeping these past few days?"
Fatty pointed forward and to the right, indicating a small house in front of the rooftop.
The house was not big, about seven or eight square meters, probably a storage room for miscellaneous items and tools in the past.
A tent was set up on the ground, and there was a wooden bed piled with miscellaneous items. The fat guy and I cleared up the miscellaneous items, and he gestured for me to sleep in his tent while he could just lie on the wooden bed. Not long after lying down, intense moaning and gasping sounds came from the fat guy's phone.
I turned over and pulled out a pair of headphones from my backpack and tossed them to the fat guy.
"I'm telling you, can you pay attention to the impact?"
The fat guy was plugging in the headphones, and when he heard my question, he immediately turned his head.
I found his face turning red.
"What's wrong? Did I disturb you? Can't sleep?"
"Yelling so loudly, it's strange if I can f***ing sleep."
The fat man smacked his lips and said, "Tsk tsk, this young man has a strong temper, that's good." After that, he put on his earphones, turned around, and bent over with his back to me, shaking his butt as if he was up to something.
I was too lazy to pay attention to him. After a tiring day, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. In a daze, it seemed like I could hear Fatty muttering to himself: "I'm telling you, the artistic action films from this island country have high artistic value. The skill is exquisite, and the action is stunning..."
On the next morning, I got up early and went to the side door to take a look. The door lock was still very secure, and the monsters had already left. The fat guy was sleeping on the wooden bed, still snoring.
I observed the street below and began planning the route I would take shortly. Going directly downstairs was definitely not an option; the ticket hall and various floors were surely filled with monsters. If I encountered them, it would be troublesome, so it was better to look for a new way out.
I looked around and my eyes were drawn to a tower crane not far above my head. The hook of the tower crane was about five or six meters away from the rooftop, belonging to an unfinished building across the way. If I could find a way to climb up that tower crane, I could reach the building on the other side using it.
Then go down from there, and you can perfectly avoid the risk of encountering monster attacks from the rooftop side. This idea quickly took shape in my mind. I returned to the small house, and the fat guy was still asleep, his hands constantly digging in his crotch.
With a lecherous expression on his face, no need to think, he must be having a wet dream.
Yesterday, while tidying up the odds and ends, I found a roll of nylon rope, which is very sturdy.
I kicked the fat guy awake and asked him to help me get the rope.
"Fatty, I'll be checking out your skills in a bit."
Fatty, still half-asleep, was kicked awake by me. Before he could react, he rubbed the drool off his face and asked, "What? Are you going to watch some human body art? Is it from the island country series?"
I have no words for the fat guy.
With the rope, I came to the edge of the rooftop again and pointed to the Tower crane not far ahead.
The fat guy estimated the distance, tied a stone to one end of the rope, held the other end in his hand, then swung his arm around his head a few times and tested the force.
Then he made a motion similar to lassoing a Western cowboy, and the stone flew out, pulling the rope and heading straight for the tower crane. I have great confidence in Fatty's skill. Just yesterday, from twenty meters away, he threw a knife and nailed the monster behind me to the wall. Don't forget, the tip of the knife flew into the monster's mouth, and the accuracy and strength were both spot on. Only a skilled practitioner could achieve that.
The fat guy really lived up to my expectations. I saw the stone tied with a rope go directly through the gap between the reinforcing bars of the tower crane's boom pole, and then it wrapped around the reinforcing bars a few times, effectively coiling the rope around the boom pole. The fat guy exerted a little force, tugged on the rope, and then turned to signal to me that the rope was tied securely.
Later, I came over and, together with the fat guy, pulled the rope with force, bringing the Tower crane boom pole closer from a distance.
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