Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book: Chapter 42 (1/2)

Chapter 42 (1/2)

The principle of the toxin is to stimulate the mutated cells in the zombies to accelerate the rate of decay and make them lose their ability to move.

This idea is very good, but the speed of drug development cannot keep up with the mutation speed of zombies.

When this batch of products began to be tested, only a few of the weakest zombies were killed. Other zombies became more aggressive and stronger, and some were even stimulated.

The treatment of human beings has changed from arbitrary attacks to planned and organized hunting.

This city was selected, showing that the number of zombies is not much.

But once they are all infected, the threat will be greater than the dense zombie group before the flood.

It is difficult to deceive them by low-level methods such as wearing protective clothing and wiping zombie blood.

In the original novel, the launch plan was completed three times in total. It has been over a month since she saw the plane for the first time, and it is unknown whether the launch has been completed.

In any case, they couldn’t take any more risks.

Lu Qiming lay on the bed, still waiting for her answer.

Jiang Miao Miao thought for a while and said, “I know what that plane was here for that day.”


“I saw something spilled from the plane. At the time, I thought it was water until I saw the two zombies yesterday… I guess it might be poison to kill the zombies.”

Lu Qiming put down his phone, turned over, and sat up.

“You sure?”

“Hmm!” Jiang Miao Miao said, “The spilled medicine must be poisonous. If we often go out, we may get poisoned too. So, don’t go out yet. Let the medicine disperse.”

He couldn’t help laughing, “Are you sure you’re not making up?”

She frowned.

“I’m serious, don’t laugh and laugh, okay?”

“Okay, if you can’t tell, we won’t go out. But… I still want to ask you a question.”

“What is the problem?”

He suddenly raised his hand to hold her shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and asked, “Do you love me?”

It was raining heavily outside, and it was cool and quiet inside.

In the morning, Jiang Miao Miao dug out a bottle of Hermes’ Nile Garden from the warehouse and sprayed it twice in the room. Now, her breath is filled with water lilies’ fresh and elegant fragrance.

With her back to the window, she was wearing a big loose white T-shirt, her eyelashes were long and thick, and her face was reflected in the clear pupils below.

Jiang Miao Miao’s answer is beyond doubt. Still being watched by such eyes, she suddenly felt embarrassed to say so and turned her face to the side, trying to avoid him.

“Why do you ask this for no reason? There is something wrong.”

Lu Qiming followed suit and moved her face in front of him.

“I just want to ask. You answer quickly.”

“I will not say.”

“Speak, speak, I want to hear.”

“It’s so annoying. Get out of the way. I’m going to drink water.”

She blushed and tried to get out of bed.

Lu Qiming got up suddenly, pressed her on the pillow, tightly restrained her with both arms, and pressed his face very close as if he was about to kiss her in the next second.

“Say it quickly, or I won’t let you go.”

The more Jiang Miao Miao was forced, the more she refused to tell the truth, so she raised her chin with difficulty.

“You speak first.”

“Me? What did I say?”

“Tell me whether you love me or not.”

Lu Qiming chuckled, “Need to say? Of course, I love you.”

“What do you love about me?”

He thought about it seriously, “I love your increasingly thinning hair, your chest that is so flat that it is almost sunken, and it hurts my ribs with pain in my back every time.”

“…Go to hell!”

Jiang Miao Miao waited expectantly for a long time, just waiting for such an answer, kicked him away angrily, and was about to get out of bed.

He rushed over and hugged her from behind, with his broad chest against her back, and whispered the true answer in her ear.

“I love everything about you.”

She is not outstanding, not strong, not amazing.

Just an ordinary person who couldn’t be more ordinary.

But he just likes her like this.

Jiang Miao Miao’s anger subsided. She was satisfied, patted his face, and said:

“You can still talk.”

“Now it’s your turn, talk, and talk.”

Lu Qiming sat in front of her, pricking up his ears expectantly.

She smiled slyly, “What did you say? I forgot. I’m so sleepy. I’m going to sleep first.”

Jiang Miao Miao got into bed and closed her eyes happily.

Lu Qiming was speechless for a long while and rushed over to lift the quilt. After working hard for over half an hour, he finally got the answer he wanted.

Both of them were exhausted, hugged each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the evening, after the rain, the sky cleared, and the street was washed by the heavy rain. It was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the beautiful glow.

A plane flew in from a distance and crashed into the top floor of the building at low speed.

The engine room door was opened, and a huge white water mist was released, quickly merging into the air.

A zombie was wandering in the alley, suddenly stopped still, and looked up at the height.

After looking at it for a few minutes, it opened its mouth and howled, and there were ups and downs in the distance.

The zombie bent down and burrowed into the dark doorway, disappearing without a trace.

It was Jiang Miao Miao’s turn to make dinner again, and she stretched herself to the shelf, worrying about what to eat for dinner.

It looks like there are a lot of supplies, but the types are limited, and there are so many kinds of food every day, which is so boring that people have no sense of expectation.

It’s still as good as before. Although there is not much money, there is a convenience store when you step out of the door. There is chicken cutlet rice, noodles with fried sauce, and Oden.

There is a supermarket a little farther away, and there is an unlimited supply of braised duck, roast chicken, and pork knuckles every day.

If you are willing to take a few bus stops, you can go to the food street.

Snail noodles, Malatang, barbecue, sushi burger finger cakes, everything you want to eat.

Nothing like that now?

Jiang Miao Miao sighed, her eyes fell on a bag of flour, hesitating whether to ask Lu Qiming for advice and bake his honey pancake to eat.

Information is printed on the flour bag: Low-gluten wheat flour can be used to make cakes, steamed buns, pastries, etc.

Cake… Speaking of it, it’s already October, not far from her birthday.

In the past, every year on October 15th, she would buy a big cake and invite her friends to have a big meal for her birthday.

No chance this year.

The mobile phone has been turned off several times, and there is no network after it is turned on, and the displayed time has long been out of order.

They can only estimate the approximate month but cannot determine the specific date.

Her watch can only read the time, not the date, so she can’t figure out when her birthday is.

Even if she figures it out, there is no place to buy cakes or have a big meal.

Jiang Miao Miao regretted that she just gave up like this.

Looking at the dozens of bags of flour in front of her and remembering that there were several unopened new ovens in the supermarket, she decided to try it out and make a birthday cake for herself.

Cakes made by yourself may not be delicious, but they are more meaningful than cakes bought in a cake shop.

Today’s dinner is for practice.

She babbled and carried a sack of flour and a small oven upstairs, then came down again to find other ingredients.

No eggs, omit.

Cream no, omit.

Butter, no, omit.

All she could find were chocolate, jam, and white sugar.

There is no milk, but milk powder can be used instead.

She packed these things in a box, found a blender, strainer, bowls, spoons, etc., and moved them all to the kitchen of the suite upstairs and started tinkering.

When Lu Qiming woke up, he found no one around him. He guessed she had gone to cook, so he took the Kindle and continued reading Journey to the West.

At first glance, it was past seven o’clock in the evening, and the other party hadn’t come to call for dinner.

He rubbed his stomach, which had begun to protest, and went out to check.

No one was in the living room, the kitchen door was ajar, and a long-lost scent wafted out.

Lu Qiming walked over and pushed open the door. Jiang Miao Miao, who was waiting in front of the oven, turned around when she heard the sound and said, after realizing it was him:

“Are you hungry? We’ll be eating in a few minutes.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, fooling around.”

He bent down, saw the shape of the food inside from the transparent oven door, and recognized it at a glance.

“Isn’t this a cake? Who’s having a birthday?”

Jiang Miao Miao shook her head, “No, what kind of birthday is this going on? I’m just doing it for fun.”

“Really?” Lu Qiming looked suspicious.

She nodded vigorously, pushing him away.

“Don’t get in the way here. Get out.”

Lu Qiming had no choice but to leave the kitchen. Jiang Miao Miao closed the door, raised her wrist, and looked at her watch, upset.

It’s only been set for 20 minutes. Why isn’t it over yet? It’s not a problem with the oven.

There was a ding sound at this moment, and the oven stopped.

She hurried to get the cake but forgot to wear gloves, and the back of her hand touched the hot inner wall of the oven, and she shrank back with a scream.

Lu Qiming’s voice sounded outside the door.

“What’s wrong? Do you want to help?”

“No, it’s a trivial matter. It will be fine soon.”

Jiang Miao Miao washed the back of her hands with cold water, ignored her reddened skin, and picked up a spoon to spread jam on the cake.

The cake was so hot that the jam and chocolate melted as soon as it was applied.

She wanted to make it look better, but it turned out more and more like some kind of excrement.

Forget it. Let’s get some decorations.

Keep marshmallows, fruit candies, gummies, and jellies on hand.

She put everything that could be placed on it, spread it all over the surface of the cake, changed it to a beautiful ceramic plate, and walked out of the kitchen with it in her hand.

Lu Qiming had already set up the dishes and was waiting at the table.

After watching for a long time, he put down the spoon and raised his head faintly.

“If you have an opinion on me, you can say it directly. There is no need to torture me with such a laborious method.”

“…If you don’t eat it, don’t eat it. I will eat it with Meimu.”

Jiang Miao Miao called her loyal pet dog, cut a piece, and put it in its bowl.

Jiang Meimu sniffed excitedly, then… retreated three feet away.

Lu Qiming spread his hands, “Look, the dog doesn’t want to eat it.”

“You have no taste at all!”

Jiang Miao Miao gave up on herself and ate it all by herself.

There was too much sugar, which made her head buzz like she would have a cerebral hemorrhage at any time.

Lu Qiming frowned, looked at it for a while, and then poured her a glass of water thoughtfully.

“If you can’t eat it, don’t eat it. It’s not a good thing. If you really want to eat cake, I will make it.”

She raised her head abruptly, trying to swallow the dry dough in her mouth.


“One time ago, my landlord was a pastry chef and taught me all her secrets.”

Jiang Miao Miao didn’t believe it, “Why did she teach you?”

“Who knows? I guess I’m handsome.”

Lu Qiming asked: “Do you want to eat it or not?”

She nodded vigorously. Lu Qiming smiled slightly, stood up, and spread his arms.

Jiang Miao Miao was stunned, and she rolled her eyes.

“I have bad eyesight. Put on an apron for me.”

This dog, man…

For the birthday cake, she endured it!

Lu Qiming walked into the kitchen, and Jiang Miao Miao ran in and out to be his assistant.

At first, she thought he was bragging, but after watching it for a while, she found it was quite the case. At least the formed cake was much better looking than hers.

“You can’t spread jam just after it’s ready. Let it cool down.”

Lu Qiming put the cake blank into the refrigerator and returned to the living room to wait.

Jiang Miao Miao had nothing to do, so she opened the coffee table drawer, rummaged through it, and found a set of tarot cards.

She opened it and fiddled with it. The pattern was beautiful, but it was a pity that she couldn’t understand it.

Lu Qiming was smoking again. She looked at it, thought of playing tricks, took away his half-smoked cigarette, and shook the tarot cards.

“Old Lu, how about marriage?”

Lu Qi looked at her and said, “My marriage is yours, so what? Return the cigarette.”

“…Well, it is now, maybe in the future.”

He lowered his voice, “Do you still want to like other men? I won’t give you a chance. “

“Who said it was me? Maybe you’ll change your mind first. Come on, I’ll do the math for you and won’t charge you.”

Anyway, idle is idle. Lu Qiming patted the cigarette ash on his pants and sat upright.

Jiang Miao Miao imitated the appearance of the characters on TV before, shuffled the cards, and placed them in front of him.

“Ask your question and draw six.”

He frowned, “Must ask it out? Is it okay to ask silently?”

“No, if you don’t say aloud and you are not sincere, the Tarot cards will be inaccurate.”

It’s a mess, but there are a lot of rules.

He thought for a while, closed his eyes, and said, “How can I be with her forever.”

Jiang Miao Miao chuckled and watched him draw six cards.

Pushing the other cards aside, she turned over the six one by one.

Lu Qiming seemed to be looking forward to it, “How is it?”

Jiang Miao Miao used his extraordinary imagination to interpret for him.

“Look, this first card is called…the queen, that’s right. This card means that you treat the other party as if she is a queen, obey all her orders, and never do anything against her orders.”

Lu Qiming: “…Then why is there a king? Does she want me to be a king too?”

“Of course not. The king means that you must have wealth and power like the king to give her happiness.”

“…What does this hanged ghost mean? Is she hanged, or am I hanged?”

“Neither, what the Hanged Ghost means…is…”

She couldn’t make it up for a while, so she scratched her hair anxiously.

“It means that if you encounter danger in the future, you must go forward bravely and defend her safety with your own life.”

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