Chapter 42 1. The era of zombies

Things have to start from last Sunday. At noon that day, Feng Lun called and asked me to go to his house to play.As one of my few good friends, Feng Lun is one of the most characteristic ones, he is an out-and-out zombie fan.In my impression, apart from watching zombie movies and playing zombie games, he has almost no other entertainment.One can imagine how excited someone like Feng Lun would be when he found out that he really ushered in the era of zombies.I can still recall Feng Lun's ecstatic appearance five years ago. But there was one thing that seemed to be against him on purpose—for more than five years, Feng Lun hadn't seen a real living dead.I think this is a kind of luck, but he thinks it is a great regret.

While thinking about this, I had already arrived at the door of Feng Lun's house.His house is on the first floor. I rang the doorbell, and soon I heard the response: "The door is unlocked, just push the door and come in." I walked into the living room and saw Feng Lun shirtless, playing a game "Dead Rising 3" on the Xbox. I rolled my eyes. His entertainment method was simply not new at all. Feng Lun turned around and greeted me: "Luo Chen, you're here." I looked around the luxuriously furnished big house: "Where are your parents, are they not at home?"

"They're not at home all day long, and I don't know what they're busy with." Feng Lun shrugged his shoulders, "But it's best this way, to be more comfortable." I sat next to Feng Lun, drinking beer, and watching the TV screen. Groups of zombies attacking the protagonist were shot in the head, which was solved neatly.Technical proficiency shows that the manipulator has already mastered the game. After watching it for a while, I couldn't help asking: "Is it interesting?" Feng Lun pressed the pause button on the handle, and turned to look at me: "It's boring, it's really boring. I don't know how many times I have cleared this game."

"Then you still play?" Feng Lun sighed: "It can't be helped, there are no new zombie games out now. The same goes for movies, it seems that it is difficult to make breakthroughs in this kind of subject matter." "I guess it's because people don't want to see this kind of thing in the fictional world after zombies appear in reality." "Maybe." He paused for a while, "If only I could live in the world in the game." I frowned: "Do you want the world to be like that?" Feng Lun made a gesture of swinging a bat and hitting Listed on the head: "Don't you think this will be very exciting?"

"I'd feel sick." Feng Lun pouted: "You are such a nerd. Okay, let's go out and play. How about my treat?" Feng Lun patted my shoulder, stood up from the ground, and turned off the TV and game consoles . After changing clothes and going out, I thought that Feng Lun had some good proposals, but it turned out that we just moved from one game place to another bigger game place.We spent more than an hour in a large arcade. Seeing this, I came out of the video game city dejectedly. Feng Lun realized that he seemed to be afraid of a boring afternoon.In order to make up, he proposed: "Let's go to Haagen-Dazs, I invite you."

We took a taxi and came to the ice shop full of petty bourgeois sentiment.Feng Lun ordered an ice cream hot pot set meal.When these cute little snowballs dipped in chocolate sauce slide into my mouth, I have to admit that it is indeed a wonderful treat. Feng Lun swallowed several ice cream balls in the blink of an eye, and he seemed to enjoy eating.I joked: "If you become a zombie, you won't be able to taste these delicacies." "That's right," he added in deep agreement. "But that's not what I care most about." "Then what do you care about?" I forked a piece of two-color cream ice cream like a small cake and put it into my mouth.

Feng Lun pointed to my oblique rear with the small fork in his hand: "There." I turned my head and looked over, and saw a young girl in a short skirt, showing a pair of slender legs, sitting alone on a small table by the window, raising her orchid fingers and eating a mini cup gracefully. "Oh." I laughed dumbfounded. "You are nothing short of a beast." "Don't say you're not interested in such a beauty." In front of a guy like Feng Lun, I always try my best to maintain an image of a gentleman, otherwise the two of us will be regarded as representatives of dudes by others.

After a while, the beauty noticed Feng Lun's "persistent" attention to her.Contrary to what she had imagined, she stood up and walked out of the ice shop.Feng Lun sighed in disappointment, when he noticed that I was staring straight ahead and had stopped eating ice cream. "Hey, you haven't discovered a certain beauty again, have you?" He said, turning his head, and found that what I had been staring at was a middle-aged man in his forties. "Who is he?" Feng Lun asked. "The owner of a bookstore I frequent." "What are you staring at him for?"

"I think... something is wrong with him." I said hesitantly, "Just now the waiter went over to ask him what he wanted, but he didn't say a word, just sat there blankly for a long time." "Did he get hit by something? Do you want to go over and say hello?" Feng Lun asked. I didn't answer, looking confused.Feng Lun seemed to sense something, stared at me and asked, "What did you observe?" I swallowed: "It seems like he hasn't blinked for several minutes."