Chapter 94: He is not moved by anything.

Shu Lan said, "Is it that you don't want to, or do you think they won't play with you, baby?"

Shu Maomao's face fell.

She asked a new question, but he was angry!

Shu Maomao thought that his unhappiness was very obvious, but she seemed not to notice and was still quietly waiting for his answer.

Shu Maomao didn't say anything. He pulled her and strode towards the direction where the children were playing. The children, who were having fun, flew away in panic in all directions like birds when they saw them.

The place that was bustling just now became quiet, leaving only Shu Lan and Shu Maomao standing alone. The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves, and the atmosphere became a little lonely.

Shu Lan was silent for a while, then squatted down and hugged Shu Maomao.

"sorry."

Shu Maomao said with a sour face: "Humph! I'll just eat all the carrots from now on, okay?"

She finally apologized, and he waited for a long time.

Shu Lan said, "That's not the case, but I have to apologize for this as well. Sometimes I force you to eat things you don't like, so you secretly throw them away, right?"

"Um."

Shu Lan's eyes curved as she smiled and said, "But Mommy is right, isn't she? Eating a lot of food will make you taller. Before, when I squatted down, we were the same height, but now, you're a head taller than me."

Shu Maomao looked down at her. In his heart, he had already forgiven her, with only a last bit of awkwardness remaining: "You still hit me."

"That wasn't a real spanking. It was just like any other spanking on your butt. Mommy was just joking."

"no the same."

Shu Maomao could tell that she was very serious when she hit his palm with the chopsticks.

Shu Lan was helpless. As expected, the older the child gets, the harder it is to deceive him.

"Okay, it's different. It's meant as a punishment because Mommy has been hungry so many times that she has an obsession with food and can't stand it being wasted. Did I hurt you? Then I'll blow on you. Don't be mad at me."

Shu Lan took his hand and blew on it where he hit her: "I hit my child. I'm a bad mother."

Shu Maomao hugged her neck and said, "You're not. It doesn't hurt at all when you hit me."

Shu Lan buried her face in his shoulder and said sullenly, "I'm sorry for one more thing. I always make you kill people in front of everyone. Everyone is afraid of you, and you can't even make friends to play with."

Shu Maomao said, "I don't want to play with them. All they do is run around and catch people, and giggle for no apparent reason. It's childish."

Shu Lan couldn't help laughing: "That's right, we are not three or four-year-old children anymore, we are mature adults. So how do you want to play? I'll play with you."

Shu Maomao said, "Use super powers to fight."

Shu Lan changed the subject: "Ah! The sky is so cloudy, is it going to rain?"

Shu Maomao pinched her face and said, "Mommy, play with me."

"Shu Maomao! I've noticed you can be a bit naughty sometimes. Who did you learn that from?"

"My mother."

"Oh, it seems to be really raining, let's go inside quickly."

It was dark, the lights in the room were still on, and people's voices could be heard from the radio from time to time.

"This is Area 17. We've run out of fuel and are searching for supplies. If all goes well, we expect to reach Area 32 within a week. Over."

"This is Area 32. I have led the psychics to clear 70% of the zombies in this area. Please proceed without worry. Over."

Shu Lan picked up the microphone and exchanged glances with Shu Maomao: "This is District 9. How is everyone doing today?"

“…”

“…”

There was no response in the public group call channel for a long time.

Shu Lan asked doubtfully, "Is it because I'm not doing it right? They can't seem to hear me."

Finally, someone responded to her: "Now that you've safely escaped to District 9, stay put and stop interfering with communications. We really don't have time for your nonsense."

Shu Lan said, "You can all go to District 32, why don't you come directly to District 9?"

A domineering female voice joined in: "Do you mean to ask you to surrender to the zombies as well and willingly become their captive food reserves?"

Shu Lan said, "Look at it another way. Maybe after they regain their sanity, they don't plan to continue eating humans. Instead, they'll try to reestablish a new order with us. For example, zombies living together, and humans living together, without disturbing each other."

The woman who had just spoken sneered, "Stop the zombies from eating people? You're so naive! From the moment the high-level zombies gathered until today, you've forgotten the tragedy in those fallen districts, right? To create the illusion of mercy, you left a few survivors in District 9. You think the zombies are good, and you're trying to trick everyone into surrendering. I don't know whether to call you stupid or cowardly."

Another person said, "Maybe the one speaking in District 9 is also a high-level zombie."

Shu Lan tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes calm, and various thoughts intertwined in her mind.

During the seven years that humans and zombies have been fighting each other, the trust between them has been washed away by blood.

They had talked about peace talks before, but one side set an ambush and the other side did not let down its guard. The military's annihilation tore apart the last hope of peace, and no one mentioned negotiations again.

Even if we tell them at this time: meteorites will fall on the blue planet in a few years, people will not be able to survive on the ground, and they must concentrate their efforts to build underground shelters and hide in them to have hope of survival.

Will they believe it? No, they will just treat all the information coming out of District 9 as conspiracy theories, just like they are now. It will take a lot of time just to convince them.

Judging from the situation in Shu Maomao's dream, even if they believed it, the survivors would not have the energy to build a decent underground base as they were scattered. Even in the relatively stable District 15 where Dr. Zhao was located, some people would have to be abandoned after the base was built because there were not enough survival supplies.

Eliminating this wrong answer, there is only one final option left: if we want more people to survive the eternal night stage, we need to concentrate all our strength.

They are now concentrated, but not to build a base, but to fight a decisive battle with the Zombie King.

She arranged for people to broadcast the wonderful life in District 9 every day to attract them, but people outside thought District 9 was crazy, and Shu Lan was speechless about it.

How about trying to trick them into thinking you have the ability to predict the future?

It doesn't seem to work either. It's like a prophet who pops up in the middle of playing Werewolf. Not only does no one believe him, but he has to explain his poorly written remarks from beginning to end, which adds more doubts and he might even accidentally leak information about the "predator".

Shu Lan, who knows the future in advance, and then looks at the current behavior of human beings from a God's perspective, will have a feeling that "they are stubborn and deserve to die."

Anyway, she has used up all the tricks she can use. Since they don't believe it and won't come, she can only respect their choice.

It started to drizzle outside the window. The weather gets colder with each autumn rain. The weather will probably change after this rain.

When Shu Lan heard the sound of rain, she turned around and thought absentmindedly: I should find time to prepare supplies for the winter, otherwise a large number of people will fall ill when the temperature drops, and the progress of infrastructure projects will also be delayed.

At this moment, the radio in front of him made a rustling sound, followed by a lazy female voice: "In twenty days, we will arrive in District 32."

"Got it. Tell me which district this person is from."

"Zombie King, Anselin."