Chapter 27 Suspicious Points

Just as Han Shuo had expected, upon getting closer, he discovered that these zombies all had holes in their bodies, clearly gunshot wounds.

"This should be where Uncle Jiang disposed of the body."

Han Shuo counted them; there were about 30 corpses. He didn't know how long they had been left there, but most of them were completely rotten.

"Looks like Uncle Jiang has quite a lot of bullets." The fact that an old man could take down so many zombies with just one gun made Han Shuo's desire for guns even stronger.

However, he also knew that the gun was not his own, and that Uncle Jiang and the other man had treated them well. Han Shuo was not a bandit and would not take it without a reason.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of these piled-up corpses, Han Shuo discovered a severed arm.

This arm is different from the other severed limbs. After being infected by zombies, most of the skin will peel off, but the severed arm that Han Shuo saw always felt different from the others next to it.

The flesh on the severed arm had long since rotted away, and Han Shuo wasn't sure, but he had a vague feeling that the severed arm was there!

More like a normal human being!

"It seems the situation here is not that simple!"

Han Shuo didn't linger any longer. Staying there for too long not only made him nauseous, but the smell on his clothes also became harder to dispel.

"This trip was worthwhile. Hmph! It's getting more and more interesting."

Han Shuo snorted dismissively, his eyes revealing a resolute determination! This subtle discovery had already allowed Han Shuo to guess a great deal.

"Hunter? Or prey? Who can say for sure?"

...

"You're back?" Li Shurou looked up and saw Han Shuo.

Han Shuo returned at noon. Li Shurou was sitting in a chair, holding a book in her hand, reading it carefully.

"Hmm. Where's Fatty?" Han Shuo replied.

"As for the kitchen, he said he would cook today and told Uncle Jiang and his wife to go back to their room to rest."

Han Shuo looked up at the direction of the stairs. The two elders, Jiang Bo and his wife, lived on the second floor. He nodded and didn't say anything more.

A short while later, hearing a noise downstairs, Uncle Jiang came down.

"Little Han Shuo, you're back?"

"Hmm, Uncle Jiang, why don't you rest a little longer?"

"I'm getting old, a little sleep is enough, I don't need that much sleep anymore."

Uncle Jiang seemed to remember something and asked with a smile.

"So, what did you find on your trip?"

"No, I couldn't find anything to eat." Han Shuo gave an awkward, bitter laugh.

It turns out that Han Shuo's excuse for going out today was that he wanted to find some more food.

"You silly child, I told you there's enough food at home, aren't you afraid of encountering those scary things outside?" Jiang Bo glanced casually at the Tang sword hanging at Han Shuo's waist.

Han Shuo pretended not to notice Jiang Bo's gaze and continued speaking.

"Oh dear, it's just that you two felt bad about it, so you wanted to do your part."

"Haha, Han Shuo, you're too kind. Given the situation outside, it's fate that you're here. There's no need to be so polite."

Han Shuo smiled and said nothing more.

...

Before they knew it, Han Shuo and his two companions had been staying here for three days.

These past few days have been peaceful, except for the occasional zombie that wanders by.

During this time, Uncle Jiang also showed Han Shuo and the others a hunting rifle.

Just as Han Shuo had thought, the shotgun was powerful, and Uncle Jiang easily dealt with a zombie.

During this time, Uncle Jiang and his wife continued to treat Han Shuo and his two companions with the same kindness as always, as if they were their own children.

Even Li Shurou, with her cold and aloof personality, completely let her guard down and got along better and better with the two elders.

but!

Han Shuo knew in his heart that these were all illusions, and he had never told the fat man and the other man what he had discovered that day.

Han Shuo knew very well that these things alone were not enough to convince Li Shurou.

The fat guy was a bit better off. Although he wasn't as cautious as Han Shuo, he was still somewhat careful.

Han Shuo knew that at times like these, there was no room for carelessness.

The coming of a storm is often preceded by calm!

...

On the fourth night, Han Shuo returned to the room with Fatty. Yesterday, Li Shurou couldn't stand Fatty's snoring anymore and went to sleep in another room by herself.

Before leaving, Han Shuo deliberately reminded her to be more careful.

Li Shurou rolled her eyes at Han Shuo and replied: You're too suspicious, you're sick!

Han Shuo ignored it. In his heart, his friendship with Li Shurou was not as deep as that with the fat man.

"So? Did you find anything?" The fat man asked in a low voice as he closed the door.

These past few days, although Han Shuo has acted normally, Fatty knows that his brother won't let his guard down easily and has been secretly investigating something.

"Yes, you need to be more careful these next couple of days. These two old people are not as simple as they seem!" Han Shuo replied.

The fat man hung up the curtains and secretly peeked out through the crack in the door to make sure that their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"Tell me about it?"

"Putting aside the severed arm I mentioned to you that day, have you felt that Uncle Jiang and the others have been eating a bit too much these past few days?"

"Yes, now that you mention it, it's true. The amount of food prepared is roughly the same as the first day, and the vegetables at the entrance are simply not enough!"

The fat man is very good at pretending to be stupid, and when he thinks seriously, he is much smarter than Li Shurou.

“That’s right, and another thing, the clothes they prepared for you today fit you perfectly.” Han Shuo had seen photos of Jiang Bo’s two children in Jiang Bo’s room. Although they weren’t recent photos, they were definitely taken within the last two years.

Jiang Bo's son is about the same size as Han Shuo. Even if he has gained weight in the past two years, it is impossible for him to suddenly become as fat as Han Shuo.

Since there are no overweight people in the family, I definitely won't buy these large-sized clothes.

After listening to Han Shuo's words, the fat man's expression became serious, and soon, he thought of something.

"You mean... that Elder Jiang's current amiable demeanor is fake?"

After thinking for a while, the fat man continued.

"They first used this disguise to deceive the survivors who came here, and once they lowered their guard, they finally..."

The fat man immediately made a throat-slitting gesture.

Han Shuo nodded. What the fat man said was the result of Han Shuo's analysis and conjecture over this period of time.

Upon receiving Han Shuo's confirmation, the fat man shuddered.

As for why Uncle Jiang and his wife did this, Fatty knew without even thinking.

Loot food from other survivors to replenish their own supplies!

Sudden!

The fat man felt that the two elders, Uncle Jiang and Uncle Jiang, were even more terrifying than the gang led by Captain Wang that they had encountered before.

Although Captain Wang and his men were brutal, at least they were simple and direct.

But the two elders, Jiang and his wife, were filled with dread upon closer examination, plotting step by step...

The fat man wouldn't question Han Shuo's conjecture. No one understood Han Shuo better than him. It was Han Shuo's caution and prudence that had kept him alive until now.