At first glance, Lao Hei's words seem fine, but upon closer inspection, they are full of loopholes.

He said he drove alone from Z province to seek refuge, and on a whim decided to explore the area, but didn't stay long.

However, the nail traps scattered in the grass and the devices that attract zombies could not have been made by one person alone, and judging from the dried bloodstains, they must have been there a week ago.

Furthermore, Xu Milu had carefully calculated that there was more than enough food in the entire supply station for one person. Even if Lao Hei was an adult with a large appetite, he could not possibly consume so much food in just one month.

Remembering Fang Ting's warning, Xu Milu suspected there were other living people here, possibly Lao Hei's accomplices. So she gave Su He a wink, signaling him to be careful when he went to sleep that night.

Old Hei, oblivious to everything, was still happily praising Xu Milu's dried venison.

"Oh, this stuff is really good. It's very filling when you're hungry. Just boil it in water with wild vegetables and you'll have a bowl of hot soup."

"It's not difficult to make. Slice the venison into thin slices, air-dry it for two days, then steam it until cooked. Hang it up to continue air-drying, and it will keep for a long time. Since you have electromagnetic weapons, why don't you go out and hunt wild animals yourself?"

Xu Milu asked, pretending not to care.

Old Hei looked a little awkward and chuckled, saying:

"I'm a coward, I don't dare go out. If it weren't for your young age, I wouldn't have let you in. By the way, do you want to listen to the radio? This supply station can receive radio stations from City A. There are people singing every night. I listen to them when I'm bored by myself. The safe zone is really great. I heard that apart from not being able to get around as easily as before, the facilities inside are almost the same as before the disaster. Hehe, I wonder how my son is doing now. I'm like this—"

He scratched his beard and gave a self-deprecating laugh:

"I doubt even my son would recognize me."

Old Hei fiddled with something at the supply station for a while, and soon returned with an old-fashioned smart device. He placed it on the ground, and a pale yellow projection appeared in the air, casting a phantom image in mid-air.

She was a young girl with delicate features and a sweet smile. She held a card in her hand, as if smiling at the person in front of her.

[Hello everyone, welcome to tonight's 'A City Radio'. I'm your host, Su Lili. It's great to spend this wonderful day with you all. First, let's read a submission from the A City Emergency Disaster Shelter Kindergarten. This listener is a little boy who said, 'Sister Su Lili, tomorrow is my birthday, and I want a plush bear as a present...']

"Haha, my son also likes teddy bears, maybe this comment was written by my son."

Old Hei stared at the projection, a smile spreading across his face:

"My wife always scolds me for never being able to find me when something happens at home. I wasn't there for her when she gave birth, and now that something so serious has happened, I still can't be by her side. Sigh!"

"Your son will understand you. The greatest happiness is that your family is safe and sound."

Su He raised her arm and patted Lao Hei's shoulder. Underneath her rolled-up sleeves, the hideous and terrifying scars were inadvertently exposed to his eyes.

"!! You were bitten by a zombie?!"

Old Hei's face darkened, and he instinctively reached for the electromagnetic gun at his waist, his eyes fixed on Su He to prevent him from making any unusual moves.

No, you're mistaken.

Suho pulled down his sleeve to cover the scar—although his physique had undergone a dramatic change after becoming a "new human," strangely enough, the scar had never healed.

"How could I be wrong? I can't be wrong! Those are bite marks from a zombie!"

Old Hei's breathing gradually became rapid, and his eyes became bloodshot.

"You were bitten but didn't mutate, you must be the 'superhuman' they were talking about on the radio, right?!"

"'Superpowered'?"

Xu Milu was quite interested in this title and couldn't help but ask, "Has the official announcement already acknowledged this title?"

"No, the official term for these special humans who are infected by zombies but do not undergo mutation is 'infected.' The official report says that after being bitten, these people will develop symptoms such as persistent high fever, shortness of breath, and rapid heart rate within 72 hours. After three days, they will transform and possess physical strength and power comparable to androids. They will not be reinfected by zombies, but such people are very rare, with only a 0.2% chance of evolution."

Old Hei's eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled a few times, and he muttered to himself in a somewhat distraught manner:

"...How could you be an 'infected person'? How could you be an 'infected person'?"

"What?"

Su He didn't hear clearly, but for some reason, Lao Hei's attitude towards him suddenly turned cold. He turned off the broadcast projector and left the room.

...

...

That night, the entire supply station was quiet. Occasionally, the howls of passing zombies could be heard outside the windows that were nailed shut with wooden planks. A few owls flew overhead, making "coo-coo" sounds, which added a touch of eeriness to the silence of the night.

Su He leaned against the corner of the wall, breathing steadily, as if he were asleep. Dou Dou was curled up next to him, sleeping soundly.

Xu Milu, meanwhile, sat by the fire, holding the Vermilion Bird Yin-Yang Blade, keeping watch and occasionally staring blankly at the fire.

"Clang—"

Suddenly a sound came from outside the room, like someone had kicked over an empty can on the ground. Xu Milu frowned, but did not get up.

"Clang—"

The sound grew louder and louder, and the rolling cans got closer and closer to the door, but Xu Milu remained unmoved.

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