Chapter 125 Just lie down.

The mother and son went out for a walk and brought back a former firefighter whose family was said to have run a barbecue restaurant.

"First, wipe away any blood, make some cuts, add oil, olive oil, minced garlic, barbecue seasoning, salt and black pepper. If you like spicy food, add chili powder first."

After He Sheng finished speaking, he turned around and saw the table next to him filled with the seasonings he wanted.

Shu Maomao asked the system to get everything from the kitchen.

He Sheng finished the marinating process without saying a word, saying, "It's best to seal it and wait a while before grilling it to ensure it absorbs the flavor."

Shu Lan said, "Okay, then I'll eat something else first."

He Sheng looked up at her sitting on the bench peeling corn, his eyes in the firelight filled with hesitation to speak.

"Are you asking whether I was forced or voluntarily embarked on the path of deception?"

He Sheng lowered his head gloomily: "Yeah."

Shu Lan took an iron skewer and pointed it at the center of the corn. She tried several times but couldn't get it in. She handed it to Shu Maomao, who pierced it all the way to the bottom in one go.

"I took the initiative. Even if there was no wanted order, I would still have done something that would have let you down. But I don't feel guilty. You don't need to invent any hardship or excuses for me."

She spoke too frankly, blocking out all of He Sheng's words. Seeing her put the corn on the grill, she took the initiative to help brush a layer of water on it to prevent it from being too dry.

Shu Lan simply threw all the ingredients in her hand at him. "I'm ordering you as a commander to help me make barbecue skewers. Cutting vegetables in the snow is really freezing."

She shook the water off her hands, put them by the fire to dry, and prepared to put her gloves back on.

He Sheng took it without saying a word and started working.

Shu Lan suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Hey! I suddenly remembered a very funny joke. There was an armored car parked in front of a bank to deliver money. There was a row of special police standing next to it. Two passers-by passed by. It happened to be a weather like ours. One of them rubbed his hands and said, 'Man, it's really cold today. Are your hands frozen?' The other said, 'My hands are frozen.' Then they were shot by the police because the police thought they were going to rob the bank. Hahahaha..."

He Sheng: “…”

I don’t know whether I should laugh or not.

Shu Maomao took out a Rubik's Cube and started playing with it as usual.

Shu Lan finished her lonely laugh and sighed softly, "It's really boring to tell jokes to someone with a high sense of humor. There's something I'm curious about. How did so many of you psychics lose to Anselin?"

He Sheng said: "The Zombie King is different from ordinary high-level zombies. She has more than one superpower."

Shu Lan's eyebrows rippled for a second, and her eyes gradually became darker: "Same as my son?"

"No, the Zombie King fought Beiting for a long time. If she could have plundered Beiting's superpowers, she would have won long ago. Everyone guessed that it was the result of the evolution of zombies above level three. Moreover, the zombies have a unique language. She brought all the nearby zombies to Area 32."

When He Sheng thinks of the vast army that was as dark as a tide, he still breaks out in a cold sweat.

Shu Lan was still thinking about the "multiple superpowers" thing, and said absentmindedly, "You guys survived after all, didn't you? Tell me what superpowers she has?"

"Elemental powers, displacement powers, invisibility, space powers, all the common ones."

"How many crystal cores does it take to evolve so powerfully?"

He Sheng said, "I don't know, but in half a year, the Zombie King will go to each base to reclaim the crystal cores, allowing more zombies to advance, and completely destroying our chances of recovery."

Shu Lan scoffed, turned the corn over, and said nonchalantly, "If you can't turn over, just lie down."

"Are they planning to keep humans like cattle and sheep in District 9?"

Shu Lan said, "How is that possible? The zombie virus only causes people to bite, not to eat. If it did, there wouldn't be so many zombies now because everyone could end up in someone else's stomach."

He Sheng was silent for the second time: "..."

That's the truth.

"If you say they're keeping humans alive just to keep feeding on the crystal cores, that's a little more convincing. But if they want the crystal cores, it's better for the zombies to kill each other. There's no chance for us humans to survive, after all. There are only a few of us left alive. The combined population of the three or four survivor bases barely tops 50,000. It's hard to say whether there are even a million people who made it to District 9 alive."

"So you think that after the zombies regain their sanity, they will want a ceasefire more than we do."

Shu Lan nodded. "Yeah, think about it from the perspective of a high-level zombie. They'll bite all the living people and turn them into zombies. Then the zombies will fight each other for the crystal cores. When all is said and done, only the strongest zombie is left. Will he feel lonely? Will he feel bored? And then he'll wonder what he's really gaining by killing all his own kind. - Baby, have Big Mouth get a basin of small yellow croaker from the lake."

He Sheng cut the potatoes into slices, put them on the grill, and was gradually persuaded by her.

At the beginning, the Zombie King said he wanted to negotiate peace, but no one believed him. Various conspiracy theories emerged one after another. He insisted on carrying out the infected elimination plan and used missiles to reduce District 9 to ruins.

When the Alliance of Superpowers was defeated and forced to negotiate for survival, the Zombie King chose to let them go and not let them be infected, but gave them time to escape to District 9.

In comparison, zombies are indeed more merciful than humans.

Someone tugged at his sleeves twice. He Sheng turned around and saw Shu Lan, who was sitting on a small stool, looking up with a smile on her face and her eyes bright and cunning.

She stretched out a finger from the sleeve of her cotton coat and pointed at a basin of small yellow croakers that had appeared on the ground at some point.

"I'll leave this to you as well."

He Sheng's heartstrings seemed to be touched by her smiling face, his breathing lost rhythm, he quickly lowered his head to pick up the basin, turned around and put it on the table.

"You...your real name is Qin Xiaoshuang?"

"uh-huh."

The name is just a code, it doesn't matter whether it is true or false.

He Sheng was not good at finding topics to talk about, and the scene soon returned to silence, but the crowd not far away continued to make noisy noises.

The corn was cooked. Shu Lan picked it up and handed it to Shu Maomao. She stood up and stamped her feet. "You can grill it and eat it yourself after you finish it. I'm going to go out for a walk and come back when the lamb chops are almost done."

He Sheng watched her walk away with the child, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say, and a feeling of frustration surged in his heart.

It must be that he was too dull and silent, making her feel bored being with him.

Shu Lan found Jing Hongyu, who was helping to light the fire, among the crowd and asked, "Where is your radio? I need it."

Jing Hongyu stood up and led her: "Follow me."

He took her into a fairly tall building and up to the roof, where the radio equipment was placed on the last floor.

Jing Hongyu helped move it out and finished debugging, then asked, "Which district do you want to call?"

Shu Lan said: "Zombie King."

The tool, Jing Hongyu, put down his microphone with an embarrassed look on his face: "Can I sit in on the class?"

"No, I've confiscated your radio station too. Say goodbye to it."

It couldn't be more overbearing. How could he dare to object? He didn't dare.

After the footsteps of the tool man Jing Hongyu disappeared, Shu Lan whispered to Shu Maomao, "Baby, think about it again. In another timeline, are there zombies as powerful as Anselin?"

Shu Maomao took a bite of corn and chewed it. "No, that one called Beiting has been looking for zombies above level three to kill."

Shu Lan's eyes were filled with thoughts as she murmured softly, "Is that so..."

She pulled her scarf down a little to make her voice clearer, then pressed the microphone: "This is Qin Xiaoshuang from District 9, calling the Zombie King, Anselin."