The blood seemed to have life as it seeped quickly into the jade pendant and disappeared.

The next second, a gentle force flowed into her body from the jade pendant, establishing some kind of wonderful connection with her.

A storage space of about one hundred cubic meters appeared in her mind, and it was empty.

It worked.

Su Wan exhaled a breath, and his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

With the space, she had the capital to collect supplies.

Aunt Zhang's voice came from outside the door again, more respectful than before.

"Miss, breakfast is ready."

At this moment, the jade pendant was no different from an ordinary jade pendant. Su Wan put it into the space, quickly tidied up the messy dressing table, and wiped the blood from her fingertips.

She walked to the door, adjusted her expression, and regained her arrogant look.

She opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged woman dressed in servant's clothes. It was Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang lowered her head with a humble attitude, but her fingers were unconsciously twisting the corner of her apron.

"Miss."

Su Wan raised his chin slightly and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Um."

She walked past Zhang Ma and headed straight for the dining room, which was filled with the aroma of coffee and toast.

This is what the original owner 'Su Wan' likes, not her. She prefers soy milk and fried dough sticks.

There was only one breakfast on the long dining table, and the exquisite tableware reflected the faint light.

Aunt Zhang followed silently, stood behind her, and prepared to pull out a chair for her.

Before she hit the chair, Su Wan raised her hand to block it.

"I can do it myself."

Aunt Zhang's hand paused, then she obediently took a half step back and lowered her head again.

Su Wan pulled out the heavy chair and sat down, running her fingertips across the cold backrest.

She looked at the covered plate in front of her, which contained nothing but fried eggs, bacon, and the like.

She picked up the coffee cup and the hot steam fanned her face.

Aunt Zhang stood aside, holding a silver tray in her hand.

"Miss, is there anything else you need?"

Su Wan put down the coffee cup, and the bottom of the cup collided with the saucer, making a crisp sound.

She raised her eyes and looked at Aunt Zhang.

"How much food is left in the villa?"

This question broke the peace of breakfast.

Aunt Zhang tightened her grip on the tray. She managed to raise the corners of her mouth.

"Miss, why do you suddenly ask this?"

“The food supply at home has always been sufficient.”

She tried to sound natural, but Su Wan caught a slight tremor in the end of her voice.

adequate?

In the book, after the apocalypse, the villa's supplies were consumed very quickly. Every time Su Wan took out supplies from the storage room, they were quickly consumed.

From once a week to once every three or four days, the frequency was increasing, and the original owner was unaware of it.

Aunt Zhang and several servants hid a lot of things secretly, preparing to leave a way out for themselves.

"How much?" Su Wan's voice was flat, and no emotion could be heard.

“I’m asking about the specific quantity.”

"Rice, noodles, water, canned food, all the same."

The smile on Aunt Zhang’s face froze.

She dropped her eyes.

"Well... I don't know the exact number."

"It's all the housekeeper's responsibility."

Housekeeper, Lin Zhong.

Su Wan remembered that this person was also one of those who quickly defected to the new master.

There is no one who is not good at cooking in this villa.

She not only has to guard against the zombies outside, but also the people around her.

Su Wan put down her knife and fork, and the sound of cutlery colliding became louder.

"Go and call the butler."

"I want to know the status of all the supplies now."

Aunt Zhang's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Yes, Miss."

She turned and left, her steps somewhat hurried.

Su Wan stared at Zhang Ma's back.

Aunt Zhang would not call the housekeeper, she would only go to inform the person.

She had to transfer the untouched supplies in the storage room to the space before those people could react.

Su Wan quickly finished her breakfast, got up and left the restaurant.

Instead of returning to the bedroom, she went directly to the villa's basement storage room.

Most of the villa's supplies were stored there.

She walked down the stairs, the air growing colder and damper.

The door to the basement is a heavy metal door that requires a code.

What's the password?

Su Wan frowned. The original owner never asked about trivial matters, and the book didn't mention it either.

But she remembered that the original owner liked to use important days or special numbers as passwords.

The original owner’s birthday? Parents’ wedding anniversary?

Su Wan tried to input a few dates that she knew by heart, but the metal door didn't move at all, with only the monotonous "beeping" sound from the keys.

Her heartbeat began to speed up.

If she couldn't open the door, she wouldn't be able to get most of the supplies.

In the midst of anxiety, a picture flashed through my mind.

The book mentioned that the thing the original owner valued most, besides the space jade pendant, was a music box left by his mother.

On the back of the music box, there is a line of small numbers engraved.

The original owner had stared at that line of numbers in a daze.

Could it be that one?

Su Wan immediately ran back to the bedroom and searched on the dressing table.

Soon, she found the exquisite music box.

I turned over the music box and felt it was cold to the touch. Sure enough, there was a line of thin numbers engraved on the bottom of the box: 147890.

That's it.

She turned around immediately and rushed back to the basement entrance as fast as she could.

The cold air of the stairwell hit me in the face.

She stood in front of the heavy metal door, her trembling fingers pressing on the cold numeric keypad: 1, 4, 7, 8, 9, 0.

“Beep——”

The keypad lit up green, but the door didn't move.

Then a hidden panel in the door lit up, casting a soft light that scanned the contours of her face.

A cold mechanical female voice sounded.

[Facial recognition in progress...Please wait...]

Su Wan held her breath.

【Facial recognition passed. 】

【Please verify your fingerprint. 】

Below the keyboard, a small square area lit up.

Su Wan followed his instructions and pressed her right index finger on it.

【Fingerprint verification passed. 】

“Click—”

After a dull mechanical sound, the heavy metal door slowly slid open.

A mixture of dry and slightly musty air gushed out.

Su Wan stepped in and glanced at the rows of shelves filled with canned food, compressed biscuits, bottled water, and several boxes of expensive-looking medicines.

The corners of her mouth lifted up slightly.