Chapter 1325 Two hundred and sixty-three. Incidents

   Chapter 1325 Two hundred and sixty-three. Changes

  The Lighthouse of Silence stands in Desolate Inlet.

   Lead-grey waves surged under the gloomy clouds, and scattered black lumps roamed the shore.

  Lu Li slowly appeared in the gloomy lighthouse, and the number of refugees at the top of the tower did not increase or decrease. They rely on fake sleep to reduce movement and thirst.

   The people who didn’t sleep woke up because of Lu Li’s appearance, and they woke up one after another, looking at Lu Li expectantly.

“What time is it right now.”

  Jojo pushed Aunt Mary to wake up and replied to Lu Li, “It’s just noon.”

   “I’m looking for food.”

   Lu Li responded to the expectant gaze of the refugees, left from the top of the tower, and floated towards Shanin Street on the other side of the coastal woods.

  The clutter of sand on the beach suggests that the infected are all over the island, but uninfected food may still be found in the middle of nowhere, as long as the infected are not interested in them.

  The bad news is that the infected people have come to Sanin Street, and there are traces left on the street. The blood-stained hair, minced meat and limbs, the good news is that they have left, and Lu Li has plenty of time to find enough food before the new infected arrive.

   Ignoring the houses and shops that do not store much food, Lu Li paid attention to the shops and restaurants, and was lucky to find dozens of pounds of wheat flour in a bakery.

   The lighthouse has no conditions to make a fire, but raw wheat flour is not inedible.

  Confirmed that the infected person did not contaminate the place, Lu Li remembered the location of the bakery and drifted into the adjacent store.

  There are a lot of supplies here. Most of the people who chose to take refuge didn’t expect to take them away, and those who didn’t leave didn’t have time to loot them. This kept them in their original places, but they just needed to avoid the parts that were infected with the plague.

  Lu Li found some dried fish jerky, but the air-dried food placed in the open air is obviously no longer suitable for consumption. A box of sealed cans is a pleasant surprise.

   Enough people on the lighthouse to last till tomorrow, but lack of water is the real trouble. When he left the lighthouse, Lu Li found many people with chapped lips, weak and unable to think due to lack of water.

  The water sources exposed to the air are obviously polluted, and there is no bottled water here. The only safe drink is canned soup full of preservatives that is as salty as sea water.

   can only hope that the curse of germs can be killed after boiling.

When    was about to return to the lighthouse, Lu Li suddenly heard a faint whisper from the second floor of the store. He went upstairs through the ceiling and saw a trail of dried blood running down the hallway into the bedroom with the collapsed door.

  The voice came from the bedroom, intermittently, with echoes.

  A radio was lying on the desk, and Lu Li heard the rustling of the words.

  【…Zizi…Hurricane…Anticipated…coming, do…safety…Wind…landing…Zizi…]

  Loli stopped briefly and pieced together what was playing on the radio: The hurricane is expected to arrive tomorrow and land on Tambul Island in the afternoon. Please prepare for safety and prevent hurricane disasters.

The    auto-loop broadcast can only be recorded yesterday, and the hurricane coming tomorrow afternoon… that is, later.

   Looking out the window, the clouds covering the earth have not changed.

   And Lu Li found that the power of the radio had been disconnected, and the power of Queen’s Island was interrupted last night.

   Is this a nightmare bug, or is the radio tainted by weirdness?

  Lu Li left the room, went back to the lighthouse and told them that they had found food and the news of the hurricane.

  The joy of finding food was dispelled by the news of the hurricane, as people recalled that there was indeed a hurricane, and it was today

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  Qiaoqiao clapped her hands to call the people around her to pay attention: “I’m going to be hungry, let’s go step by step, get food first. Lu Li, we have to go to Shaning Street.”

   “There are no infected people on Shanin Street, I will lead away the infected people around the lighthouse and the woods.”

  Jojo chooses the candidates to go out, and the number does not need to be too many, only five including her. But some people didn’t want to leave the lighthouse. Lu Li did nothing, quietly watching humanity surging in the lighthouse.

   In the end, only one young man and three middle-aged people were willing to leave with Jojo, including a woman.

   Lu Li reminded them to cover their mouths and noses.

   “Is this useful?” Jojo followed the reminder and tore the cloth to cover her mouth and nose.

   “I don’t know, but you can’t afford negligence.”

  When the remaining four did the same, Lu Li passed through the trapdoor, and the refugees heard the monster’s cry and gradually moved away. Qiao Qiao looked around at the old man who was looking forward to it, and the retreater who buried his head, and they pushed the heavy objects away together.

  Crack—

  Jojo opened the trapdoor and peered through the gap into the purgatory-like interior of the lighthouse full of blood-stained mincemeat.

  The infected have been led away.

  They climbed down the vertical ladder one after another, stepped on the rotten flesh that was “squeaky” and shivered along the spiral steps back downstairs, checked the empty sandy beach, and then rushed into the woods.

   Soon after, Lu Li joined them in the woods, floating on the canopy to warn and guide the direction.

  Because of Lu Li, they avoided confrontation with the infected wandering in the woods several times and returned to Shanning Street smoothly.

   Shaning Street was relatively quiet, Lu Li didn’t know why the infected people suddenly became rare, maybe Tambull City had an existence that attracted them.

  Removing the cans from the store, the woman hesitated while carrying the flour from the bakery: “Can we cook food here?”

  The vast majority of the refugees are old people and children, they can’t eat such rough things.

   “Can’t you go back with the firewood?” Jojo replied.

   “The lighthouse doesn’t have a cooker chimney, those monsters will see the smoke.”

   “Eat the canned food first.”

   Lu Li said, he knew that tranquility was just an illusion.

   There are 21 refugees in total, and a box of canned food can barely sustain them today.

  People no longer argue, but still bring wheat flour because hurricanes bring plenty of rain—dough is always easier to eat than flour.

   On the way back, Lu Li led an infected person who was too close, but when they returned to the lighthouse, a group of infected people wandering on the beach found them. Lu Li rushed back too late, he has no special attraction, and it is far less attractive than the flesh and blood that is close at hand to attract the infected.

   “Climb up!”

   shouted Jojo, who had just brought the food to the top floor, and they struggled to climb up the vertical ladder. The chaos reappeared like last night’s horror. The only difference is that the people on the top of the tower did not abandon them, and they were anxiously lying beside the trapdoor and reaching out.

  The five of Qiao Qiao crawled by grabbing the vertical ladder, but the black mucus that wriggled up was faster than them. The middle-aged man at the bottom was wrapped in black mucus by his ankles, screaming and dragged into the sticky waves. The woman fell down in panic and disappeared in a flash.

  When Jojo, who was at the end, climbed to the top of the tower, the crowd, who had no time to grieve, closed the trapdoor and pressed heavy objects.

   bang bang —

   Black slime slaps the trapdoor, the weight vibrates against the impact, and pollution seems likely to spill into the lighthouse at any moment.

  Lu Li returned to the lighthouse at this time, attracting the attention of the infected, and trying to lead them out of the lighthouse, but only half of the success – the gathering of black mucus seemed to make the infected become weak, wandering around the lighthouse and refusing to leave.

   “Push the searchlight down!”

  Jojo looked up at the dark clouds in the distance.

  The hurricane arrived on schedule.

   (end of this chapter)