What's Wrong With Being A Salted Fish?

Happy Fishing in the End of the World 19

After a brief meeting with Fu Yu, Lin Zhuo came to Zhu Qin's home under the guidance of 0617.

Like Qi Duanming's house, Zhu Qin's house was also a small villa. The flowers in the garden were in full bloom, but it was very quiet. 

Moreover, his house was in a remote location, and few people passed by every day. This was convenient for Lin Zhuo, and he didn't have to hide from others and climbed in directly.

Just as he expected, Zhu Qin's house was empty, but there were some white papers scattered in the hall, as if someone was studying here every night. On them seemed to be formulas deduced by Zhu Qin and some ideas for other medicines.

Lin Zhuo flipped through the documents in the hall, and found that most of them were ideas that had not yet come true, as well as Zhu Qin's fantasies of realizing them. 

He felt that the owner of the documents was a complete lunatic. But Lin Zhuo didn't find what he wanted here, so he walked upstairs.

The second floor was also quiet. There was a balcony at the end of the corridor, but the light could not fully enter, making the corridor appear a little dim. In this atmosphere, it seemed as if the door next to it would open at any time and people would rush out.

Tap, tap, tap. Lin Zhuo's military boots made a sound as they stepped on the tiles. The sound seemed to awaken something. Lin Zhuo felt the wind brushing against his neck, but he turned around and found nothing.

"Ahhhhhhhh, this is so scary, host!" 0617 couldn't stand this atmosphere and screamed.

"I think you are more scary." The environment did not affect him, but 0617's sudden scream made his heart beat faster.

"The main thing is that this place really feels like the atmosphere of a horror movie. It feels like ghosts may appear at any time!"

"I told you to look less, but you didn't listen." Lin Zhuo opened the doors of each room one by one. 

Zhu Qin didn't seem to have much stuff. The rooms on the second floor were basically empty. 

When Lin Zhuo opened the door, he only saw the gauze curtains slightly blown by the wind. There was nothing in the room.

When he got to the last room, Lin Zhuo tried and found that the door seemed to be locked. He simply removed the door handle violently and pushed the door open.

The room looked normal, with a neatly folded bed, a wardrobe next to it, and a desk in the corner, on which were placed many books and materials, stacked together in a thick pile.

Lin Zhuo walked forward and looked through it, and found what he was looking for.

...

Zhu Qin always liked to study strange things. He was gifted since childhood and could learn anything quickly. His IQ was far higher than his peers. 

When his peers were still playing in the mud, he had already begun to study how the universe came into being and what the future of mankind would be like. As he grew up, he found these questions boring.

He hoped to find something more interesting, something that would pique his interest more.

Zhu Qin dreamed of finding a completely new species to study, but he lived in a human city, so how could he possibly discover a completely new species? He had been to various places, but the results were not what he expected.

Suddenly one day, before he went to sleep, inspiration struck Zhu Qin. He thought, since there are no new species, why not create one himself?

So he began to collect the corpses of various animals, disassemble them and reassemble them. Before he could figure out anything, the zombie virus suddenly broke out.