Chapter 31 Explanation

Han Shuo also saw Li Shurou, but without explaining, he drew his knife and sat down on a chair to the side.

The fat man was also quite sensible; at this moment, he hid behind Han Shuo.

Li Shurou walked blankly, step by step, toward Aunt Jiang who was lying on the ground.

Over time, she had come to regard the two elders as her own parents. Although they were older, their meticulous care for her made Li Shurou feel very attached to them.

Li Shurou really liked this feeling, especially in the current apocalyptic context.

This feeling was like a flame in a fireplace, deeply warming her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Li Shurou walked to Aunt Jiang's side, tears falling one by one onto the floor.

She couldn't believe that the person who had dined with her that evening was now gone forever.

Li Shurou suddenly raised her head, and just as she was about to question Han Shuo about why he did this, she caught a glimpse of the corpse outside the door out of the corner of her eye once again.

Although the body outside the door was headless, Li Shurou recognized it at a glance as Jiang Bo's clothes.

Li Shurou was burning with anger, her eyes fixed on Han Shuo. This expression made the fat man shudder.

"Han Shuo! You killed them both?"

Han Shuo glanced at Li Shurou indifferently and said.

"I killed him, so what?"

Han Shuo's words sounded so indifferent and heartless to Li Shurou.

"What's wrong?" Li Shurou sneered. Only today did she realize that Han Shuo was such a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

Han Shuo killed someone, yet showed no remorse whatsoever, instead asking, "What happened?"

In Li Shurou's eyes, Han Shuo was a murderer at this moment!

"How could you lay a hand on those two old folks who treated you like that?" Li Shurou trembled with anger.

"How did you treat me? Some things aren't what they seem." Han Shuo didn't look at Li Shurou, but lowered his head and explained, picking up a rag from the table to wipe the blood-stained blade.

Upon hearing Han Shuo's words, Li Shurou suddenly remembered something and turned to see that Aunt Jiang was tightly holding a hunting rifle.

"Hehe, yeah!" Li Shurou remembered that before the three of them came here, Han Shuo and Fatty often talked about firearms.

In particular, Han Shuo once said that he would do anything to get a gun!

Looking back now, Han Shuo remembers the joy in his eyes when Uncle Jiang took out the gun to show it off that day.

This is what Han Shuo meant by "at all costs"!

Li Shurou finally understood Han Shuo's reason for killing: he wanted to take the guns from the two elderly people!

"You, you, you actually killed them all for a gun!?" Li Shurou pointed at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo frowned and stopped what he was doing.

As expected, Li Shurou's resentment towards him grew deeper and deeper. The moment Han Shuo saw the severed arm that day, he roughly guessed the two elders' conspiracy. The reason why he hadn't taken action yet was that he couldn't convince Li Shurou based solely on these unproven suspicions.

Today, with the two elders fully revealing their true nature, they provided Han Shuo with a reason to explain himself.

At this moment, Li Shurou was clearly out of her mind due to anger. Han Shuo knew that no matter how he explained, Li Shurou would not believe him. In Li Shurou's eyes, Han Shuo was a murderer.

Han Shuo stood up, walked to the kitchen, and took out a glass bottle containing the poison powder that Uncle Jiang had prepared to poison them.

Han Shuo casually tossed the poison powder into Li Shurou's hand.

“I’ve warned you more than once before, but you never took it to heart. Their usual behavior is all an act. The real purpose of these two old guys is to gain the trust of the survivors, lower their guard, and then kill them to steal their supplies.”

Han Shuo continued.

"This glass bottle contains the poison they wanted to put in the food tonight. If I hadn't acted beforehand, you would probably be dead in your room by now."

Li Shurou quickly unscrewed the glass bottle, poured out a little powder, and carefully smelled it.

Based on her years of experience as a doctor, she could easily identify that the white powder was indeed a poison, and a highly toxic one at that; just a few grams could easily kill a person.

At this moment, the fat man also stepped out from behind Han Shuo.

"Yes, Shurou, don't you trust Han Shuo's character? Those two old guys are really ruthless."

Li Shurou stood there, speechless, tears still streaming down her face.

Seeing that Li Shurou had regained some of her composure, Han Shuo turned around and went to the bathroom to clean the blood off her body.

"Sigh~!" The fat man sighed. He was beginning to understand Han Shuo more and more. Sometimes, it was indeed foolish to reason with a woman. Fortunately, Li Shurou finally came to her senses after seeing the evidence.

The fat man stepped forward, helped Li Shurou up from the ground, and placed her on a chair nearby. He knew that Li Shurou needed time to adjust and to think things through.

...

Soon, five minutes later, Han Shuo had cleaned the blood off his body and came out of the bathroom.

Seeing that Li Shurou was still sitting in a daze, he stopped paying attention to her.

"Fatty," Han Shuo called out.

The fat man jogged over, fiddling with a hunting rifle in his hand.

"Let me see." Han Shuo held out his hand.

The fat man clearly loved the shotgun, but Han Shuo, being the boss, handed it over.

Han Shuo examined it thoroughly and found it to be a good thing.

Two months have passed since the two met, and today they finally acquired their first gun. With this hunting rifle, Han Shuo's plans will undoubtedly be much safer.

Han Shuo played with the shotgun for two minutes before handing it back to the fat man.

"You should put this gun away for now and save the bullets. Don't fire it unless absolutely necessary. This thing is powerful, but it's also very loud."

The fat man was surprised that Han Shuo would leave the hunting rifle to him, but he couldn't hide the joy on his face. Without hesitation, he hugged it tightly to his chest, afraid that Han Shuo would change his mind.

"Alright!" After saying that, the fat man wanted to put the shotgun in his room.

"Oh right, wait a minute!" Han Shuo suddenly called out to the fat man.

"What's wrong? What are your instructions?"

"Find two sheets and cover the two corpses with them. It's too late to deal with this at night."

"If it's inconvenient to handle, then handle it tomorrow morning. Why bother covering them with things?" the fat man muttered.

"The smell of blood is too strong and will easily attract zombies. If you want to get up in the middle of the night to deal with the zombies, you don't need to cover yourself," Han Shuo said irritably while washing his hair.

The fat man realized what was happening and said with a grin, "Haha, I'll cover it, I'll cover it!"

After saying that, he ran upstairs in a flash.