Chapter 30 It doesn’t taste good.

After some praise, Shu Lan told her son, "We must keep this secret and not let that zombie sister know."

Shu Maomao is at an age of curiosity, like a walking hundred thousand whys.

"Why do I have to hide everything I know?"

Shu Lan held him and sat on the edge of the bed, shining the flashlight on the ceiling so that she could see a wider area.

Her voice was as gentle as the moonlight outside the window, and she gave a simple example: "Look at this fruit knife. If I take it out of the sheath and hold it up to someone, they'll wonder if I intend to hurt them. If they think that, they might attack us first. But if I close the sheath and put the blade out of sight, they won't be afraid."

Shu Maomao didn't change her clothes last night, and there were still some loose hairs in her collar. She reached out and carefully twisted them out.

"Mommy once knew a very, very powerful person. He saved many people, but others thought: Ah! He is so powerful, maybe one day he will take away my superpowers or my wealth and ride on my head. Quick, kill him while you can still beat him."

Sometimes when Shu Lan thinks of that day, she feels that the person who saved her from the zombies might be the predator.

Except for him, all the other superpowers were either running for their lives or protecting Dr. Zhao. No one cared about the life or death of an unrelated girl like her.

I heard that he once saved half of the province's population, which should have been a heroic honor, but his fate was even worse than that of an ordinary person.

Do we want everyone to give the self-preservation power given by God to one person and then watch him act as the savior?

Impossible, why? It's unfair.

So the end result is that the plunderers become the public enemy, everyone guards their own little piece of land, and lives together in fear of the approaching zombies.

Shu Maomao said, "I understand. I need to put the knife where no one can see it."

Shu Lan was at a loss for words. She had said so much, but Shu Maomao only understood this one sentence.

"Very good baby, the summary is very accurate."

A strong light came on, and Shu Lan subconsciously closed her eyes, and only opened them after a while to adjust.

Shu Maomao covered his eyes with both hands and asked, "Mommy, is the sun out?"

It was the first time he had experienced such a bright night.

Shu Lan pulled his hand away and said with a smile, "There's electricity."

There was a thudding sound coming from the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, attracting the attention of the mother and son.

Shu Lan walked over and opened the curtains, and suddenly a distorted face appeared on the dark glass.

Shu Lan had a blank expression: Boring.

She closed the curtains again as if nothing had happened, and turned to leave when the sound of knocking on the glass came again behind her.

well.

Shu Lan sighed. She had no choice but to coax Zombie Sister.

She turned back, opened the curtains, unlocked the window, and was about to speak when Anselin actually crawled in from the small square window that was less than half a meter long and wide. She had black hair and a red skirt, long arms and legs, and looked like Sadako who had crawled out of the TV.

"Sister, you're no longer following the beaten path now that you've become a new species, right?"

Anselin stood up, brushed away her long hair that was scattered on her face, and said with a smile: "No, I just want to see you get scared."

Shu Lan: "...Who would be scared by the same trick three times?"

Anselin said: "Then I will develop some new tricks next time."

Shu Lan immediately forced a flattering smile. "Goodbye, sister. You're the kindest zombie in the world, and you're pretty too. There's no other little girl in the world as obedient as me. You can drive and find crystal cores. How could you bear to scare me to death?"

Shu Lan approached her attentively: "It must be uncomfortable to have such a messy hair. Let me help you comb it, sister. I am the best at combing hair."

Anselin said, "Don't touch me. You smell so good. If I couldn't help myself and bit such an obedient little girl like you to death, it would be such a pity."

"Okay, okay, I'll stay away from you. I'm going to cook."

Shu Lan took three steps back and quickly went into the kitchen with her son.

The kitchen only had a microwave and coffee maker, the sink didn't run, and the fridge was empty except for bottled water.

Shu Lan had just taken out the ingredients when she heard Anselin roaring outside again. It must be other zombies getting ready to make a move downstairs.

Her behavior made Shu Lan feel very strange. It was hard to imagine that the first high-level zombie she met was actually protecting a living person in order to hitchhike and find its own kind.

Wrap the potatoes in a damp paper towel, poke a few holes in them, and microwave.

Then take out two empty bowls from the space, put dried vegetables, seasonings and water in them, and heat them together for ten minutes, and you will get fragrant baked potatoes and simple vegetable soup.

While she and Shu Maomao were eating potatoes and slurping soup, Anselin pulled up a chair and sat down. Her posture was quite bold and uninhibited, which was completely different from her beautiful image.

"You guys eat so little, is there not enough food?"

"That's enough. You need to go to bed early at night. Eating too much will keep you awake." Shu Lan handed over a potato: "Do you want some?"

Anselin didn't answer: "I can't eat these, just like people can't eat stones."

Shu Lan withdrew her kindness. In fact, she was just being polite to Anselin. It would be best if she didn't eat it because she couldn't afford to feed a third mouth.

"Where's the kid's father?"

It was the unavoidable topic again. Shu Lan said calmly, "He died a long time ago."

"Dead..." Anselin dragged out the words in an ambiguous tone: "Have you seen the body?"

"Of course, after he turned into a zombie, he chased people all over the street and bit them, and then he was shot in the head."

In the early days, the army was the main force to suppress the zombies. Shu Lan had seen them shooting at the zombies, and the scene was very tragic.

In addition to zombies, all animals flying in the sky and running on the ground are carriers of the virus. They are all killed without discrimination.

That's why the world has become so quiet.

Looking at the little boy next to her who was drinking soup from a bowl bigger than his face without saying a word, Anselin smiled and stopped talking.

After dinner, Shu Lan lay on the soft big bed and sighed, "This is the presidential suite. Apart from being a little bigger, more beautifully decorated, and having a softer bed, there's nothing special about it."

Anselin walked to the bar, which was covered with bottles inscribed with foreign words. She shook it and said, "Red wine, it has a long shelf life. Want to try it?"

Shu Lan jumped up on the spot: "Taste!"

There were tall wine glasses in the cabinet. Anselin rinsed off the dust with bottled water from the refrigerator, poured two glasses, walked to the bathtub in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and beckoned to her: "You can lie here, soak in the hot bath, enjoy a professional-level massage, hold a red wine glass in your hand, and admire the bright lights and feasting scenery outside the window."

Shu Lan suddenly realized something, walked over to take the wine glass, stepped into the bathtub without water, looked out the dark window, and imagined it was a sea of ​​bustling lights.

"Hmm...it seems to have a sense of luxury and elegance."

She downed half a glass of red wine in one gulp, sipped it twice, and made a poor-looking comment: "It tastes like grape juice, not good."

Anselin burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha..."

Shu Lan realized belatedly: "Did I drink too fast?"

"Yes, the general way to drink it is to sip it, but it doesn't matter, you can drink it however you want, no one can stop you."