After taking down this zombie, Su Changxing returned to the room, closed the already broken door, and prepared to rest for half an hour to recover his strength.
"Chopping people is also a physical task; the structure of human bones is quite solid, and splitting open a skull completely is not an easy thing."
Su Changxing organized the information he had gathered from the zombies and found that the best weapon against these ordinary zombies might be a cone-shaped hammer, which could easily smash open a zombie’s brain.
However, such a weapon would be relatively harder to control, and because of its small impact area, if the position is slightly off, the damage might not even surpass a Steel Saber.
Swords occupy an important position among cold weapons for a reason.
"Heh, all things considered, firearms are the best weapons; unless one’s physical quality reaches an extraordinary level, cold weapons could hardly outperform general firearms."
"The police station should have guns. If there were firearms, zombies of this level shouldn’t be able to destroy the world either."
Su Changxing’s goal became clear instantly: go to the city’s police station to find guns. As long as there are guns, safety would undoubtedly greatly improve.
Presumably, there are others with the same idea, and some may have already taken action. Perhaps a lucky one might be born in the police station, starting off with heaven’s blessings.
Taking this time, Su Changxing opened the forum again. It’s always good to learn more about other people’s situations.
Feng Hua Mao: Loud noises will attract a large number of zombies, and once zombies fixate on a target, they will chase it relentlessly, so try not to cause too much commotion, especially at night.
Su Changxing was somewhat surprised. This person named Feng Hua Mao had undoubtedly attempted it and survived.
He should be considered a capable human, often posting warnings to others. From his actions, he seemed quite righteous, possibly a soldier or a special forces operative.
In such a Doomsday World, the survival rate of soldiers and others who have received special training would undoubtedly be much higher.
After resting for half an hour, Su Changxing continued to search this floor. The old rule: clear out zombies first, then scavenge.
Going from room to room down the corridor, outside the meeting room at the end, Su Changxing saw through the door glass another long-haired zombie.
What was particularly strange was that this zombie was locked inside, and upon noticing Su Changxing’s arrival, it began frantically attacking the door.
The meeting room door was relatively sturdy, but since it was a double door, hitting it from the inside out, the point of force was on the lock, which made it easy to break open.
In no time, the meeting room door was knocked open by the zombie.
Su Changxing had long been waiting outside with his sword raised; one slash ended its life.
This was a female zombie, from the wrinkled face one could still discern her good looks in life, dressed in a deep blue business suit, and tattered long tube stockings.
Many might imagine that it’s possible for them too, but in reality, seeing it in person only invokes nausea and revulsion.
Su Changxing was constantly suppressing his physiological discomfort.
There was a name on the work badge on her chest, Han Meiqi.
"What a nice name... a zombie accidentally locked inside? Or did she lock herself inside as a human, then turn into a zombie afterward?"
Su Changxing thought for a moment and searched the zombie, finding no other wounds, but in her pocket, he found a dried-up ink pen.
"Was there originally no wound, or did it heal after becoming a zombie? Was she infected through some other way—consumption, mucous membrane contact, or... the air."
He thought of a terrifying and most likely assumption: humans in this world were infected through the air.
If so, wouldn’t the humans placed into this world also be at risk of infection?
Feeling heavy, Su Changxing stepped into the meeting room; it was messy, like it had been ransacked, with a pile of empty bottles and cans in a corner.
Clearly, Han Meiqi had survived here for a long time, starting in order and gradually descending into chaos.
It’s like entropy increase: without external forces, human behavior tends toward disorder.
At this time, Su Changxing noticed a piece of rigid white paper on the floor with a few large, crooked words: "Everyone will become a monster, including me."
Su Changxing’s heart tightened sharply. He realized that humanity’s greatest threat wasn’t the zombies or the scarcity of food, but the omnipresent infection in the air.
He was likely already being infected, but having not been in this world long, he hadn’t shown symptoms of becoming a corpse.
This was a highly plausible speculation, so there was actually a main mission not displayed on the phone: to find a way to prevent turning into a corpse.
"Everyone will become a monster..."
Su Changxing couldn’t help but repeat.
This was a suggestive sentence, worth pondering.
In some movies, not everyone turns into zombies because some have antibodies against the virus, even capable of blending smoothly with the virus, acquiring abilities beyond ordinary people.
What if this infection isn’t spread by a virus?
Su Changxing searched again but found no useful written information left by this woman, instead, there were some intricate and bizarre drawings. Slightly disappointed, he thought, not everyone expresses feelings through writing.
The woman had excellent drawing skills; her drawings were all sorts of zombies, seemingly imagining what various acquaintances would look like as zombies.
The phone vibrated.
Su Changxing picked up the phone and found a new side quest posted.
[Side Quest (Special): You seem to have detected a hint about this world’s infection mechanism.
1. Tell everyone your guess on the forum. (100 Points)
2. Understand the specific infection mechanism and tell everyone on the forum. (500 Points)
3. Remain silent, explore the truth of this world’s apocalypse alone, and post it on the forum. (Earn the title "Lonely Truth Seeker")]
"Title? Lonely Truth Seeker? What use could a title have, could it increase attributes like in online games?"
Su Changxing was a bit confused, but he also understood that the title was likely the most rewarding of the three. The difficulty of the three choice tasks increased sequentially, and the rewards for the first two tasks also increased.
Moreover, the difficulty of the third task was likely Hell Level, and there’s a great possibility that most of the original humans in this world don’t yet know the reason for the apocalypse.
Quickly, Su Changxing made a decision, attempting to complete the third task. Points could be earned in other ways, but this title was rather special.
Special things often mean they are hard to obtain; this might be his only chance to earn this title.