Seeing that Chen Chao wasn't injured, Chen Shiyu didn't say anything more. She snorted and turned to enter the house.
Chen Chao entered the house.
He closed the door, locked it, and continued to use cloth to seal the gaps.
Chen Chao removed the throwing knives from his body and the magazine arm guards, wiped off his sweat with a dry towel, and then returned to the living room.
To hunt a special infected corpse, he first needed to find it.
In the future, there was a device called the "biological detection wave," which could detect the brainwaves of infected corpses and attract them. Making this device was not difficult—it was a fairly common piece of equipment, only able to attract low-level infected corpses that lacked instinct.
However, high-level infected corpses, which still retained human intelligence, would not fall for it.
Chen Chao had obtained a technology chip from the ruins, which allowed him to easily make such devices.
He moved several pieces of electronics—computers, phones, and other appliances—from rooms downstairs that didn't have infected corpses, completely disassembled them, and selected useful parts to weld and assemble. After a few hours, he successfully created a crude version of the biological detection device.
"Set the frequency to 100. This should attract the special infected corpse. Ordinary infected corpses won't be affected by such a high frequency and won't be drawn in."
The biological detection device acted like a resonator, capable of triggering micro-resonance in the brainwaves of special infected corpses. Ordinary infected corpses, whose brainwaves didn't align, wouldn't be drawn to it.
Making the detection device was just the first step. Chen Chao moved to the window, using binoculars to survey the area and select a suitable terrain. Once he attracted the special infected corpse, he couldn't fight it head-on—the physical difference between them was too great. He would need to rely on traps to kill it.
There were many types of traps.
Digging a pit was the simplest hunting trap.
However, he didn't have a shovel, and he lacked the strength to dig a deep pit, so this option was discarded.
Next was rolling rocks.
Dropping heavy objects from a high point to strike the target, but there were no suitable topographical features nearby, and he couldn't move a stone weighing over a hundred pounds.
Food poisoning? That wouldn't work either—they were already toxic corpses.
Chen Chao chose an explosive trap!
His bomb-making skill was at B-level, which in modern times would make him a bomb expert. Making miniature bombs out of hair and chewing gum was child's play for him, especially with the many materials around, such as gasoline from the cars in the neighborhood, natural gas from the pipelines, and heavy metal powders—all perfect resources for creating explosions.
After repeatedly considering the battle plan and confirming there were no mistakes, Chen Chao had lunch and immediately went out.
To kill the special infected corpse, ordinary mini-bombs wouldn't work—only explosions caused by gasoline could generate enough destructive power!
Chen Chao took the elevator down.
It was only the second day since the disaster struck, and the city's power grid and network were still operational. These systems usually didn't require human control, needing only occasional maintenance. After all, they were the result of human ingenuity, and unless there was a major earthquake or similar catastrophe, they wouldn't fail easily.
As the elevator doors opened, Chen Chao was prepared for battle, but there were no trapped infected corpses inside. There were only a few dried bloodstains and a severed woman's arm.
Chen Chao immediately entered the elevator and pressed the button for floor -1, heading for the underground parking garage.
The enclosed elevator was cold and silent, with the rotten smell and the pungent stench of decay filling the air. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
The red numbers slowly counted down.
18, 17, 16...
As each floor passed, the elevator finally stopped at -1, and the doors chimed open.
Chen Chao gripped the iron rod tightly, staring intently at the slowly opening elevator doors. What greeted his eyes was the empty underground parking garage. Dozens of cars, varying in color, were parked haphazardly, and there were several pools of dark blood on the ground, as well as scattered wallets, car keys, and high heels.
No infected corpses!
Chen Chao let out a breath of relief, but didn't let his guard down. Using the faint light from the parking garage, he crept over to a black Land Rover, ready to pour gasoline from the mineral water bottle he brought. Just as he was about to do so, he suddenly heard a faint scraping sound.
The sound came from behind him.
Chen Chao felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around and saw, slowly rising behind a red sedan, a woman with messy hair...
An infected corpse!
Chen Chao's heart skipped a beat. He immediately inserted the transparent hose into the gas tank and quickly sucked up the gasoline. When the gasoline was about to reach his mouth, he pulled the hose out and inserted it into the mineral water bottle, lowering the bottle so that the gasoline from the tank flowed into the bottle.
By now, the woman-like infected corpse had caught the scent of Chen Chao and immediately began to claw and rush at him, her face hidden under her long hair, but her decaying skin was visible in patches.
Chen Chao didn't panic. He gently set the mineral water bottle on the ground, then flipped and leapt onto the roof of the Land Rover, clutching the iron rod, taking a superior position.
The fashionable-looking woman-infected corpse ferociously lunged at him, crashing her body into the Land Rover, desperately pressing her head against the vehicle and raising her toes to grab at his feet with great intensity.
Chen Chao took two steps back to ensure her arms couldn't reach him, then swung the iron rod down forcefully.
Bang!
The rod struck her skull, and her screams grew even more frenzied as she continued to slam her head against the vehicle, as though trying to flip it over.
It was easy to just circle around, but her intelligence was far too low.
Chen Chao didn't play around with her, but quickly finished her off with several more hits. If more infected corpses arrived, the two of them would easily be able to overturn the Land Rover.
Although he had killed the woman-infected corpse, her scream had already attracted other infected corpses in the parking garage. One after another, infected corpses crawled out from behind the vehicles, snarling and rushing toward him—there were at least seven or eight of them!
Chen Chao's face changed slightly, and he immediately jumped off the vehicle, grabbed the partially filled gasoline bottle, and sprinted. Since the Land Rover was so close to the elevator, he quickly reached the elevator doors and pressed the "18" button.
The elevator doors slowly began to close, but it was a very slow process.
At that moment, the seven or eight infected corpses had already rushed toward him. The doors were still less than halfway closed. If just one of the infected corpses grabbed hold of the door, the elevator would open again, and at that point, with the narrow space inside, seven or eight infected corpses would flood in... Even if Chen Chao had extraordinary reflexes, he would still be overwhelmed.
Hurry!
Chen Chao's heart raced. He could already see one infected corpse, the fastest, just about to reach the door, and with its speed, it would definitely make it into the elevator before the doors fully closed!
Chen Chao's palms were soaked with cold sweat.
He placed the gasoline bottle down, drew out a throwing knife from his side, and quickly adjusted his muscles to a stable state.
Taking a deep breath...
Kill!
The throwing knife flew out like a flash of white lightning!
Bang!
The knife pierced straight into the eye socket of the leading infected corpse, puncturing its eyeball and embedding itself deep into the skull. Although it didn't kill the creature outright, it struck its central nervous system, causing it to stumble and collapse immediately.
The second infected corpse tripped slightly over its fallen body but quickly regained its balance, its face twisted with bloodlust, still charging at Chen Chao.
Chen Chao gripped the second throwing knife.
Breathe in...
Throw!
The second throwing knife flew accurately into the second infected corpse's eye socket, and it too fell to the ground, just outside the elevator doors.
With these two infected corpses down, the elevator doors finally closed completely.
Chen Chao let out a sigh of relief, his body drenched in cold sweat from the close call.
Back on the 18th floor.
Once inside, Chen Chao immediately began preparing the bombs.
After working through the night, the bombs were finally finished. About the size of a fist, they were wrapped in oil-soaked paper and secured with hair from the infected corpses, packed inside a golden oil can.
The next day, as soon as the sun rose, Chen Chao had breakfast and went out.
Before leaving, he wore plastic gloves and carefully cut some rotten flesh off the corpses at the door, mashing it up in the kitchen sink. He then added pepper, chili powder, and other strong spices to the mixture, which he sprinkled all over his body, including his hair, and applied the mashed rotten flesh onto his clothes, front and back, and legs.
These infected corpses had very sharp senses of smell and could detect the scent of humans. By covering himself with these strong-smelling decayed meats, he could greatly reduce his own scent exposure. Although there would still be a small amount of the scent leaking through his outer clothing, his inner clothing would prevent it from touching his skin, so he wasn't worried about infection.