The other party was very cooperative along the way. Besides talking a bit too much nonsense, he didn't make any other excessive moves.
This was also the effect of Lam Pham's concealment.
If he had told the other party earlier, "I want to take you to the police station," he would definitely have resisted.
The police station was extremely quiet.
No movement.
Even the familiar uniformed zombie wasn't there.
Looking at the time, one could also understand; it must have gone out on patrol. Even turned into a zombie, still persisting at its post. Such fighting spirit for us to learn from.
Phung Vi Hong followed behind Lam Pham, even smiling at Co Hang, as if saying, See how I suck up to Big Brother? In less than half a month, your position will be hard to keep.
"Strange, so quiet."
He felt something was off, didn't see anyone else. If this was the main base, it shouldn't be impossible for no one to be here. Could it be Big Brother hadn't recruited other underlings yet?
Also true. The apocalypse erupted, living people are a minority. Outside is now full of zombies; survivors are definitely hiding. Not being consolidated by Big Brother is very normal.
Damn it, this guy is really lucky, actually being the first to meet Big Brother.
But it's okay, being the second one met by Big Brother isn't bad either.
He believed in his own abilities.
Ruthless, high work efficiency. Before having absolute strength, absolutely obey Big Brother's arrangements. Also wanted to know how Big Brother was so formidable.
The apocalypse descended, zombies became terrifying. Can even people become stronger?
If he could obtain the secret to becoming stronger from Big Brother.
Then... hehe.
People all have ambitions; who would be willing to be an underling forever?
Entering inside.
"Please sit," Lam Pham pointed to a chair and said.
"Big Brother, you're too kind! You sit!" How could Phung Vi Hong dare to sit? Hurriedly offered the seat.
Lam Pham said, "You sit."
Seeing Big Brother's attitude so firm, Phung Vi Hong smiled fawningly, sitting there somewhat constrained.
Just as he was looking around.
Big Brother actually took a rope and tied him tightly to the chair.
"Big... Big Brother, what's the meaning of this?" Phung Vi Hong didn't understand.
Lam Pham smiled, "Don't be nervous, just asking a few things."
Phung Vi Hong was still puzzled, but not too scared. Mainly because Lam Pham was very strong. If he really had any ideas about him, could kill him directly; why bother with such trouble?
Didn't take it to heart.
Lam Pham found paper and a pen.
"What's your name?"
"Big Brother, my name is Phung Vi Hong, told you before."
"A bit more serious, what's your name?"
"Phung Vi Hong."
"How old?"
"Forty-two."
"What bad things have you done before?"
"Huh?" Phung Vi Hong's eyes widened, a bit uncomprehending, then reacted, "Big Brother wants to ask about my past glorious deeds, right? Those things, compared to Big Brother, aren't worth mentioning, but still willing to talk about them."
"Mm, speak."
"I started roaming at fourteen. When I first started, followed Bro Hai, broke someone else's leg tendon. That guy tried to snatch business from Bro Hai, just asking for death. Later Bro Hai got arrested, so I followed Bro Tuong. Did one hell of a job for Bro Tuong: drunk driving, ran over a boss. Later I got caught. Because I was only sixteen, just did a little time..."
He chattered on and on.
These were all his glorious histories.
Lam Pham recorded, didn't expect him to have done so many bad things, and still hadn't been executed. This was truly somewhat unimaginable.
His appearance now was just like a police interrogator.
Of course.
He wasn't police, just interrogating a bit, to save trouble later.
"Talk about after the apocalypse, how did you kill him?" Lam Pham asked.
Phung Vi Hong increasingly felt strange. How did this feel like being interrogated? But he didn't think too much. What interrogation or not? It's already the f***ing apocalypse. Haven't even seen police until now; no one cares anymore.
Originally intended to speak simply, but seeing Co Hang, still decided to speak properly, let the other party understand, I'm not someone you can mess with.
"At that time, I kicked him to the ground with one foot, then held the chopper, and just hacked at his head fiercely, hacking until blood was everywhere. Probably chopped seventeen or eighteen times. At that time, he wasn't dead yet, kept begging for mercy. I ignored him, didn't give him a chance, just kept chopping..."
As he spoke, he observed Co Hang's eyes.
Hmph.
Noticing the other party's eyes twitching slightly, he knew the process he described had scared him. Now you know I, Phung Vi Hong, am a fierce character, right?
"Thank you for being able to tell the truth like this."
Lam Pham stood up, placed the paper recording the opponent's crime times on the table.
Phung Vi Hong said, "Big Brother, why thank me? All routine techniques."
Lam Pham didn't say much, "What you did, I've already recorded for you. You've done too many bad things. Reflect well here. I think when that police officer uncle returns and sees the criminal evidence I recorded for you, he should educate you well. Hope you can be a good person, don't always do those bad things."
Finished speaking, he walked outside, Co Hang following behind.
"Huh?"
Phung Vi Hong was dumbfounded, somewhat not reacting.
"Big Brother! Come back! Holy crap! Come back! What are you guys doing?"
He shouted.
Thoroughly dumbfounded.
What the f** is this situation? Why tie me up here for no reason? And those last words, what do they mean?*
A little thought.
"Holy crap! He's treating me as a criminal and sending me to the police station?" Phung Vi Hong's eyes widened, mouth agape, neck strained, roaring angrily, "Motherf***er... Where did you psychos come from?! Let Lao Tzu go quickly, otherwise Lao Tzu will f***ing kill you!"
He struggled.
Tied too securely.
Fundamentally no way to break free.
"Ah ah ah... You f***ing playing me?!"
He was furious yet scared. This place might not be safe. If by any chance zombies came in, wouldn't he be done for?
Outside.
Lam Pham said, "He committed a crime. I can only send him here. We are just ordinary citizens, but don't have law enforcement rights."
He thought of those four survivors he kicked to death.
Truly helpless.
Really, under self-defense circumstances, momentarily... Ai.
Say no more.
Why think about this? He told the uniformed zombie about the matter, already reached an understanding, meaning it was legitimate self-defense, no need to bear responsibility.
He was always too kind-hearted, felt regret for those kicked to death. If only he knew to be a bit gentler.
Co Hang was silent, "Right, right, everything you say is right."
Suddenly.
"Ugh ugh... Roar."
A zombie wearing a uniform appeared.
Co Hang instantly became alert. He knew a single zombie posed no threat to Lam Pham, but as long as danger was encountered, regardless of whether this danger was high or not, one must be vigilant.
"Don't be nervous. I know him. He's very good, a police officer from the station. Even turned into a zombie, still selflessly dedicated to his post," Lam Pham finished speaking, then waved towards the uniformed zombie.
"Hello, tough work."
"Ugh ugh..."
The uniformed zombie twitched its head, pale eyes moving, as if greeting Lam Pham.
Slowly walked up to Lam Pham, sniffed, then sniffed Co Hang. Co Hang couldn't manage Lam Pham's calmness, his expression tense. If there was the slightest rustle of wind in the grass, he could erupt.
However, he was very puzzled.
The zombie before him was different from those he saw before.
Previously seen zombies, upon seeing living people, would charge like mad dogs.
This zombie was very strange.
Could it be... this is a mutated zombie?
Just as he was thinking about these things, the uniformed zombie ignored them both, slowly walked inside. Hearing enraged roars from inside, it made the uniformed zombie run like lightning, its speed very fast.
Inside.
Phung Vi Hong thought of a way to untie the rope on his body.
Looking at the surrounding tools.
Damn!
Saw the bloody chopper. To untie the rope, might have to rely on it.
Suddenly.
Running sounds.
'Ugh ugh' sounds.
He looked towards the doorway in panic, unexpectedly saw a zombie wearing a uniform.
"F***..."
Not long after, miserable screams came from inside, also bursts of ugly curses.
"This..."
Co Hang was dumbfounded, head spinning, an indescribable shock.
Lam Pham patted Co Hang's shoulder, "Don't be nervous. This is the police uncle educating the criminal. After all, committed so many offenses, the circumstances are too vile."
Co Hang asked, "Has it always been like this before?"
"Yes, that's right," Lam Pham said.
Co Hang pondered. A police officer turned zombie can recognize criminals?
This was too strange.
"Little Pham, have you seen other police officers?" Co Hang asked. He wanted to know if this was an isolated case, or if there were many.
Lam Pham said, "No, only seen this one."
Co Hang felt this matter was a bit strange.
Nighttime.
Co Hang, waiting in the room, was writing in a notebook.
[Zombie capable of emitting ear-piercing shrieks, can attract surrounding zombies. Physique, speed, seem no different from other ordinary zombies. I tentatively classify it as Screaming-type zombie.] [...] [Zombie crawling on all fours, speed very fast. Ordinary people encountering it basically have no escape. I call it Speed-type zombie.] [Uniformed zombie, no different from other zombies, but didn't attack me or Lam Pham, instead attacked a criminal. Very strange, seems to have rationality, but also seems not to. Hard to judge, tentatively classified as Uniformed Zombie.]
Co Hang always wanted to find the weaknesses of this group of zombies.
Found it also means found it.
Might as well count Lam Pham as one.
...
...
A few days later.
Co Hang, with Vuong Khai, was busy. Tools brought back, cutting, welding sounds naturally attracted the attention of individual zombies. However, for Co Hang, this kind of one or two zombies didn't require Lam Pham to step in.
Gate.
Bang bang bang!
Zombies were pounding the iron gate.
"Bro Hang, zombies are pounding the gate!" Vuong Khai said.
Co Hang didn't say much, picked up a long steel bar, its tip ground very sharp, over two meters long. Directly climbed onto the roof of the security room.
This zombie saw Co Hang, changed direction, stood below him, stretched out both hands clawing upwards, as if wanting to pull him down.
Co Hang gripped the steel bar with both hands, aimed at the zombie's head. Pfft! Directly pierced its head.
With tools.
He could also deal with zombies.
"Done." Co Hang placed the steel bar aside, patted Vuong Khai's shoulder, "A bit more hard work. We need to put some iron spikes on the surrounding walls."
"No problem."
Vuong Khai was very interested in this kind of thing.
Working with hands was particularly satisfying.
Take the iron gate before; it had already been modified by them. The gate hinges connecting to the wall were reinforced by them, its stability greatly increased.
At the same time, replaced the original wooden planks with steel plates, made holes about two thumbs wide. If encountering zombie impact, could hold steel bars to pierce the zombies.
Although against a zombie horde outbreak, such small measures weren't very effective.
But when encountering small numbers, could play a crucial role.
In the field.
Lam Pham squatted in front, looking at the loosened soil. That was the image of sprouting pushing the soil open.
"Sis Ly, when will the chives be ready?"
He felt the fastest growing thing here was chives, also the green vegetables Sis Ly mentioned.
Ly Mai looked at the chives already grown to half a hand's height, smiled, "Soon. Wait a bit, in a while, can eat fresh chives."
"Really looking forward to it." Lam Pham was very happy. This side had also opened up a plot of land, planting other vegetables: chili peppers, tomatoes. These were all his favorites.
"Recently, do you need to buy other supplies? If anything is lacking, I can go buy it." Lam Pham was Duong Quang Apartments' errand runner, earning some hard work fees. These past few days, working daily, already earned quite a lot of money, at least two thousand.
The only regret was, still haven't found survivors willing to rent rooms.
Ly Mai said, "Little Pham, have you been to the seafood market? How about going there to buy some seafood back? Ah, right, whatever you can get, buy it. Buying more is also good."
Seafood market?
"Okay." Lam Pham knew seafood was very expensive, but Sis Ly was paying, so just go buy it.
Ly Mai thought, since the apocalypse until now, aquatic products should be able to live a bit longer. Buy them back, raise them well. Preparing for any eventuality is very important. How could she not have thought of this before? Truly muddle-headed.
...
The seafood market and the wet market were adjacent.
"So smelly!"
Passing by the wet market, smelling the odor inside, really couldn't stand it.
Really too smelly, too smelly.
Felt nauseating.
"Ai, a long time has passed. The things inside have rotted terribly. Various smells mixed together, forming a terrifying lethality. Even if given more money, I wouldn't risk cleaning the wet market," Lam Pham murmured with emotion.
Then, without looking again, headed towards the seafood market.
When he bought groceries himself before, rarely came here. Not that he didn't want to, but those things were very expensive. With his previous salary, any kind of seafood, for him, was a luxury item.
Someone once said, for example Phi Phi also asked him, Uncle, it's already the apocalypse, why still need to pay when buying things? He very earnestly and seriously told her, Must pay.
Therefore, he couldn't make this kind of mistake.
Having no money and owing someone is better than taking without asking.
As for whether others are willing to let him owe.
That definitely requires asking the shop owner to know.
Entering the seafood market.
"The smell here... Ai."
Hard to describe in one word.
The smell of aquatic products indeed isn't pleasant. Now he already smelled a foul odor.
Entering the market, extremely quiet. Every shopfront was open, some signboards already hanging down.
In the middle of the road were various kinds of seafood: dead shrimps, dead fish. Various smells mixed together, really making one a bit unable to bear.
Entered the first shopfront.
"Is the boss here?"
Asked softly.
Dead silent.
Seems the boss wasn't in the shop. He looked down at the water tank; the water inside was already turbid, turned black, couldn't even see what was inside.
"Such a waste."
Many aquatic products died due to environmental pollution.
Tan Phong Seafood.
Entered the shop. This shop specialized in abalone, Australian lobster, and other such aquatic products. Stood before the water vats, looking at the aquatic products inside. One king crab among them was already dead, floating belly up.
Someone told him before, Lam Pham, if you want to eat king crab, and want it a bit cheaper, then go talk to the boss. As long as it just died, sell it to me cheaply.
These just-dead king crabs, Australian lobsters, were all sent to restaurants, served on tables for wedding banquets.
Continued searching.
Entered a shop.
This one sold crabs.
He saw a figure standing in the shop, back towards him, swaying.
"Boss, I want to buy some crabs," Lam Pham asked amicably.
Didn't expect this shop owner was still here. From this, could see how much the owner valued the shopfront. Even turned into a zombie, still guarding it.
However... wait, something's not right.
He found the zombie before him was female, wearing a short skirt, carrying a women's bag. Even though very dirty, still discernible.
This doesn't seem to be the boss.
"Ugh ugh..."
The zombie, hearing Lam Pham's voice, suddenly turned around. Half its face missing, dripping sticky fluid, savagely lunged towards Lam Pham, appearing very fierce. As it ran, the skirt swayed, vaguely revealing black panties...
Pfft!
One sword strike pierced the zombie's head, didn't pull out, but dragged it outside, then pulled the sword out. Didn't want the corpse in the shop.
"Very few live seafood. These live crabs seem very happy."
Male and female crabs.
Clearly classified.
Usually three or two per jin. (Jin = 0.5 kg)
Thinking of Sis Ly's words, buy as many as there are. He selected the live crabs from inside, prepared a bag himself to hold them. After all, the boss wasn't around, what else could be done? Could only rely on himself.
Weighed the arranged crabs.
"Hiss, so expensive!"
Looking at the price, thinking of the quantity, that's equivalent to one hundred yuan for three to four crabs.
Placed the money in the shop.
Carried the heavy bag towards the residential area.
Happy.
Another shopping trip, bought a lot.