"Where else would the cash register be if not at the supermarket's entrance?" Li Xinlan gave Tang Zheng a glance, catching on to his trick, "You must be thinking that when zombies run past, their ankles get caught in the lasso, triggering the trap. But Tang Zheng, don't you think this trap is a bit low? If the zombie steps in without dragging the lasso, it won't trigger the trap, then what?"
"I'm not done yet, don't worry." Tang Zheng used six coffee bags as a cushion, raising the lasso by about ten centimetres.
"I still don't get it, so what if zombies step into the lasso?" Pang Meiqin was still puzzled, her face filled with question marks.
"This." Tang Zheng took out a carabiner, attaching it to the parachute rope connected to the lasso. "Qin Yan, lend me your dagger."
"You two, push the ice cabinet under the climbing rope." Tang Zheng took the dagger, stabbed it into the front of the cash register, then clipped the carabiner to it.
