Wasteland Survivalist: A Scientific Guide to Post-Apocalyptic Survival

After thinking for a while, Gu Lang decided to immediately move his base.

There are three main reasons.

First, the abandoned school covers too large an area.

It's difficult to defend with one person, making it an unideal stronghold.

Secondly, it's too close to the surrounding villages.

It's difficult to hide yourself when fetching water from the river.

I stole some vegetables last night, which might cause some trouble if I run into the villagers.

Finally, the current location is too remote to receive broadcast signals.

Furthermore, Mohe City is located in a border region, making its location sensitive.

We may face stringent control measures in the future.

During a global catastrophe, it's really not appropriate for someone like me, a "social outcast," to stay here.

At 7 a.m., taking advantage of the good light.

Gu Lang collected useful supplies at the school.

For example, the discarded materials from the original makeshift hospitals.

This includes unused protective clothing, caps, gloves, shoe covers, masks, face shields, and goggles.

He also made an unexpected discovery in the laboratory building.

A wide-mouthed glass bottle filled with mineral oil.

Inside was a gray-white cube.

"Sodium blocks? That's a good thing, I'm so glad it wasn't taken."

Gulang intensified its search efforts.

After opening all the cabinets, they found a large roll of magnesium strips.

"It's a pity there aren't any strong acids or strong bases."

He sighed and secured all the supplies to the truck bed.

While driving, he kept muttering to himself:

"Jiang Cheng Zi: Ascension":

An old man, in a moment of youthful exuberance, uses chlorine and phosphorus on the left, and nitrate and sugar on the right.

Tert-butyllithium, one bottle exploded in the warehouse.

To become a sensation, she studied chemical engineering, and then threw rubidium and cesium into the pond.

Ether left for a long time is refreshing to open, and aluminum is hot and copper is hot, so what's wrong with that?

Cyanide (an anion) and phosphorus (a cation), enter acid and ascend to heaven.

It should be prepared with hydrogen peroxide, chloroform, and nitrate, and then dissolved in an alkali.

During his student days, Gu Lang's best subject was chemistry.

He also systematically studied the "cooking techniques" of dangerous chemicals.

Originally, I planned to do something big before I turned 18.

Ultimately, it was never put to use for various reasons.

The car was driving on a rural road, with the winding Emuer River flowing alongside it.

Gulang planned to travel south along National Highway G111, gathering information and assessing the situation along the way.

Then decide whether or not to leave the Greater Xin'anling mountain area.

We passed through a village, and the road ahead was deliberately blocked.

"I've never seen anything like it in my life. I can't believe I still see highway robbers these days."

As the vehicle approached, he stepped on the brakes.

Engage reverse gear to observe the situation, and be ready to turn around at any time.

A table, two chairs, and a notice board were placed in the middle of the road.

The old wooden plank was covered in dust, with several large characters written on it:

"No outside vehicles or personnel allowed into the village!"

There seems to be a line of text that has been crossed out at the very top.

Gu Lang carefully examined it.

"Preventing and controlling the pneumonia virus?"

He almost burst out laughing when he saw the old version of the item reappear.

Two old men, one tall and one short, walked towards us.

They were wearing old-fashioned camouflage uniforms with red armbands that read "Road Protection Team of [Village Name]".

"The road is blocked! Don't enter the village, take a detour!"

The tall man was banging on the car window.

"I'm not going into the village, I'm just passing through."

Gu Lang rolled down the car window and stared at the other person intently.

"You can't even pass by, you'd better get out of here!"

A strong aroma of baijiu (Chinese liquor) burst forth from the man's mouth.

"What right do you have to close public roads?"

"That doesn't matter, it was the village's decision to close the road."

At this moment, the shorter man also came over.

"Look, this road was built by our village, and it needs maintenance when it gets damaged. If you really need to use this route, I'll register you and issue you a certificate."

The short man, with a fawning smile, began to play the good cop.

"Just pay two hundred yuan for road maintenance; you won't lose out. Taking a detour would add over a hundred kilometers to your journey."

Gu Lang instantly understood that these were two scoundrels.

They're just using this disaster as an excuse to extort money and favors in the name of the village.

In the previous version of the pneumonia virus outbreak, this kind of person was everywhere.

They wield a tiny bit of power as if it were an imperial edict, and dare to embezzle a great deal of it.

He was very familiar with that kind of smug excitement.

Disasters are a litmus test for humanity, quickly revealing people's true nature.

"Okay, let me find my ID. Please register me first."

Gu Lang calmly opened the glove box in front of the passenger seat.

He secretly took out a yellow-covered "cardboard" and hid it behind his back.

Seeing how cooperative he was, the duo immediately relaxed.

The short man took out his notebook and pretended to copy down the license plate number.

Gu Lang pulled the handbrake and slowly got out of the car.

Suddenly, he shouted in the direction of the village.

"Something's happened! What's that?"

Taking advantage of the two turning around, he forcefully tore open the powerful sticky mouse trap in his hand.

It slapped hard across the tall man's face.

"Waaah...waaah..."

The tall man couldn't make a sound; his face and mouth were glued shut.

All I could do was scratch frantically, and as a result, my hands got stuck.

Before the shorter man could react...

Gu Langmei struck again, sticking the other sticky mouse trap to his face as well.

Then, one of them kicked them to the ground.

The two lost their balance and began to struggle on the ground.

He dragged the two away from the middle of the road.

He pressed down hard on the hair, eyebrows, and beard several times.

"Big rat, big rat, don't eat my millet!"

Gu Lang tore up the notebook and kicked over the notice board.

He casually took the "pass" from the table.

They threw all the tables, chairs, and other miscellaneous items into the bushes by the roadside.

He then slammed on the ignition and sped away.

In the rearview mirror, two "rat men" were still rolling around on the ground.

The sticky mouse trap uses acrylic adhesive, which has extremely strong adhesion.

Struggling can also cause the glue to spread to a larger area.

Forcibly pulling will only cause severe pain to the skin, especially in delicate areas such as the eyelids and lips.

It is extremely difficult to escape on one's own; one must call for help from others.

Soaking it in cooking oil for a while will reduce its stickiness.

Then, use organic solvents such as gasoline or alcohol to dissolve the glue, and then you can slowly peel it off.

Gu Lang had prepared sticky mouse traps, originally intending to use them to deal with "road rage" sufferers.

This thing has a powerful silencing effect.

Even if they encounter a hardcore, ruthless person, they won't be afraid of pain and will tear it apart with their bare hands.

It can also seal the opponent's physical and magical attacks for at least 3 minutes.

Smearing someone's face with mud doesn't even qualify as fighting.

Bringing personal belongings is perfectly reasonable and legal.

I grabbed it for self-defense to avoid escalating the conflict; it was just a last resort.

Sticky mouse traps are non-toxic and cause almost no harm.

It can also effectively avoid legal risks, making it difficult for sheriffs to punish offenders.

However, those who are infected need to spend a lot of time cleaning their faces.

If word gets out, people will laugh at us; it's an extreme humiliation.

With the massive power outage, even surveillance cameras have become ineffective.

When Gu Lang started fighting, he naturally didn't hold back.

After passing through the village, there was another roadblock set up at the other end.

He waved his "pass" at the road maintenance team members.

After the two people took the voucher, they were allowed to pass.

At 9 a.m., the bread truck from Gulang drove onto National Highway G111.

Heading southeast.