Chapter 71 Those are human corpses

Mu Qingyu and Mu Qingrong went to investigate upon hearing the noise. When they went downstairs, they saw Han Yu squatting on the bottom floor of the stairs, fiddling with something.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingyu asked.

"There's a door." As Han Yu finished speaking, a "click" sound came from the bottom of the stairs.

“You can go down,” Han Yu continued.

Mu Qingyu took out a flashlight, and the three of them carefully went down the stairs behind the door.

"This seems to have originally been an air-raid shelter." Han Yu took the flashlight from Mu Qingyu and shone it around the area.

"Air raid shelter?" Mu Qingyu asked in confusion. Isn't this a hospital?

Han Yu glanced at her: "In many places, large buildings are required to construct air defense facilities in preparation for disasters or wars."

"Oh." Mu Qingyu nodded.

"It stinks!" Mu Qingrong suddenly exclaimed as she continued walking.

Mu Qingyu and Han Yu exchanged a glance; they had also sensed something was amiss! Mu Qingyu reached out and pulled Mu Qingrong behind her, then cautiously took the lead. "Be careful, everyone."

That's the stench of a corpse! Mu Qingyu was all too familiar with this smell from her previous life.

Further ahead, after passing through the passage, there was a huge underground space.

Instead of the zombies rushing towards them that Mu Qingyu had expected, there was—a pile of corpses lying haphazardly on the ground!

"There's a lighting system here." Mu Qingrong saw a machine, pressed it, and the entire underground space was illuminated!

Now, the situation became much clearer.

“This is a human corpse, not a zombie,” Han Yu said, frowning.

There were sixteen corpses on the ground, the place was a mess, the blood that had flowed out had turned black, and the stench filled the entire underground space.

They had no signs of being bitten by zombies, and some still had steel pipes stuck in their chests.

"It seems there was a fight among the living people here, and all the guards were killed," Mu Qingyu judged based on the current situation.

Her face showed no superfluous expression, no anger, no pity, but rather a sense of accustomedness—she had seen such scenes everywhere in her past life, and any extra emotions she might have had slowly been used up in that life.

Han Yu glanced at Mu Qingyu a few times, quite surprised by Mu Qingyu's calm and indifferent demeanor. Mu Qingrong, on the other hand, was much more normal; the moment the headlights were turned on, he covered his mouth and retreated into the corridor.

However, Mu Qingrong's reaction was much better than that of someone who would vomit upon seeing a corpse.

"Is your brother alright?" Han Yu asked Mu Qingyu.

Mu Qingyu turned to look at Mu Qingrong: "He's never seen so many human corpses at once before. He'll get used to it after a few more times." She deliberately emphasized "human" corpses.

Han Yu asked in surprise, "What's the difference between a human corpse and a zombie corpse? Aren't they all human? They're all the same when they're dead."

Mu Qingyu glanced at him, her expression ambiguous: "For normal people, the psychological feeling is different."

Han Yu felt she was subtly criticizing him, but he still retorted, "Aren't you a normal person?"

“I’ve already thrown up before,” Mu Qingyu said. When she killed someone for the first time in her past life, she wasn’t much better off than Mu Qingrong, so she could understand Mu Qingrong’s feelings.

After Mu Qingyu finished speaking, she walked forward. There were signs of a fight here, as well as many traces of daily life. Besides the discarded "weapons," there were also many other miscellaneous items on the ground.

For example, leftover food wrappers, dirty clothes, empty mineral water bottles, broken glass shards...

Mu Qingyu carefully avoided the corpses and obstacles on the ground and walked towards a corner where there were many things scattered on the ground, and many things were covered with tarpaulins.

“These people haven’t been dead for long, maybe two or three days, so their bodies are smelling bad, but they haven’t decomposed yet,” Han Yu said as she followed behind Mu Qingyu.

The closer you get to that corner, the clearer you can see the things scattered on the ground.

"Food?" Han Yu picked up a box of cookies. It wasn't empty, but someone had stepped on it, and the box was deformed, with crumbs of cookies spilling out.

Mu Qingyu kicked a piece of instant noodles that had also been crushed and stained with blood at her feet, and then said, "They probably fought over supplies."

As she spoke, she lifted the tarpaulin that had fallen to the ground. In the corner, there were still some intact food items, which were obviously left behind by the people who had snatched the food.

Then she walked to another pile of intact tarpaulins, pulled hard, and the tarpaulins fell to the ground with a "whoosh," revealing various medicines and equipment neatly stacked inside.

"It seems all the medicines that disappeared from the outpatient hall are here." Mu Qingyu gestured with her chin, indicating that Han Yu should come and take a look.

"Oh ho." Han Yu raised an eyebrow and exclaimed, "It came to me without any effort."

"Take it, including the food. Take as much as you can," Mu Qingyu said, tossing a backpack to Han Yu.

Han Yu didn't notice where Mu Qingyu's backpack "came from," because her own backpack was still on her back.

He was simply puzzled; he didn't understand Mu Qingyu's meaning: "You don't want it?"

Mu Qingyu chuckled, "No, I want it all!" As she spoke, she carefully observed Han Yu's expression. Yes, this was her test. Han Yu wasn't Mu Qingrong; who knew what he would think upon seeing so many supplies and medicines?

Han Yu's expression was strange, but there was no anger, resentment, or greed in it. "Such a big mouth? How are you going to take all this stuff?"

Mu Qingyu continued to stare at him, then raised her hand and placed it on the pile of medicines, and most of the medicines disappeared instantly!

"Oh my!" Han Yu exclaimed in surprise again, staring at Mu Qingyu: "A magic trick to make people disappear?"

"If you don't take them, I'll take them all," Mu Qingyu urged again.

Han Yu quickly raised his hand: "I'll take it! I'll take it right away! Boss, you've got some big connections! Can I hug your thigh for a bit?"

Mu Qingrong had recovered by now, after all, he was now someone who could kill zombies without batting an eye. However, just as he walked toward his sister, he heard Han Yu trying to cling to Mu Qingyu's leg.

He swung his weapon axe directly at Han Yu: "What did you say?!" He'd only been gone a moment, and this bastard dared to flirt with his sister!

Han Yu dodged in a flash: "Hey, you little rascal, why do you only listen to half of what you say!"

Mu Qingyu was both amused and exasperated. She reached out and pulled her younger brother, saying, "Don't pay any attention to him. All he has left is a mouth."

In fact, Mu Qingrong's strike wasn't a real cut, otherwise Han Yu wouldn't have been able to dodge so easily.

Mu Qingyu took out another backpack, then picked out commonly used medicines and started packing them into it, and also picked out some food from the corner of the remaining food and stuffed it in.