The workers pondered for a while: was being Chinese a good thing or a bad thing?

Zuo Ling asked again:

"Are there any Chinese people here? No, you're leaving."

She left without hesitation.

"Yes, yes, I, I... am."

Her voice was timid.

"Me too."

"..."

Several people stepped forward in succession.

They heard the gunshots outside. Whether they lived or died depended on this. If they didn't fight, who knew?

Pei Nansheng pulled out his gun: "One at a time, no pushing."

Zuo Ling pointed to one person: "You, answer the question, and I'll let you out."

"Zhao Benshan".

The man was stunned by the question and didn't react for a long time.

The person behind them answered quickly: "Song Dandan, Cui Yongyuan, 'Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow'."

Zuo Ling pointed at him, "You, come out."

Everyone was stunned. It was so simple! They regretted speaking too slowly.

"There are supplies on the third basement level. Go get them, and then run for your lives."

The person thanked them several times and hurriedly ran downstairs, afraid that if they were too slow, someone else would take their things.

"Wu Song".

“Wu… Dalang, Pan, Pan… Jinlian.”

"Zhuge Liang".

"Three...cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang?"

"..."

The questions were varied, and none of them had a unique answer. People were released one by one.

Suddenly I saw a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The man was so thin he was practically a skeleton, with a scraggly beard, hair more than half a foot long, and dirty, tattered clothes. His two large eyes were sunken in their sockets, dangling precariously.

"Kyoto."

He paused for a moment, then replied, "Candied hawthorn, Temple of Heaven?"

Zuo Ling didn't ask any more questions and released the person directly.

The man hadn't left. He asked Zuo Ling:

"Excuse me...excuse me, have you seen a woman? She..."

He wanted to describe a woman's image, but Zuo Ling turned her head away from him, her voice cold:

"Go check the third basement level and see if they're there."

The man still hadn't left. After hesitating for a while, he asked Zuo Ling:

"We...we, haven't we met in Kyoto? I...I think your voice sounds familiar."

Zuo Ling was wearing a helmet, so the man couldn't see her face. From the moment he heard Zuo Ling speak her first words, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Zuo Ling didn't speak. Pei Nansheng pointed the gun at him and said in a harsh voice, "What are you trying to get close to? Get out of here."

The man was so frightened that he took two steps back, didn't dare to say anything more, and walked away, still looking in Zuo Ling's direction with confusion.

Zuo Ling, unaware of the situation, asked each question in turn: "Ni Ping."

What a coincidence! I happened to run into someone who doesn't like watching TV, looking completely puzzled. "Ni Ping? Who is Ni Ping?"

The people behind them eagerly answered:

"Zhao Zhongxiang".

"Variety Show Grand View"

The Spring Festival Gala.

"The sentimental older sister."

Zuo Ling pointed out two people with distinct regional accents, and the two were very happy, thanking her profusely as they left.

Some people complained: "I answered too, so why were only the two of them allowed to leave?"

Pei Nansheng's face darkened, and he pointed the gun at him: "We set the rules, so why all the nonsense?"

"Sing the national anthem of China."

In the bleak apocalypse, with no singing to be heard, suddenly asking everyone to sing made them hesitant to open their mouths.

After a long while, one person timidly raised his head: "Arise...arise, ye who refuse to be slaves..."

"Let our flesh and blood build our new Great Wall..."

Two more people joined in, their voices growing louder and their pronunciation clearer.

For some reason, Zuo Ling's eyes stung, and she couldn't bear to listen any longer.

"Alright, alright, you can go now."

Zuo Ling pointed out three people in a row.

As more and more people were released, they saw hope, but a few people with Asian features tried to take advantage of the situation.

Pei Nansheng showed no mercy and shot them dead on the spot, scaring away many people, but there were still some who were unwilling to give up.

Where did you come from?

"Kyo...Kyoto"

"Let me tell you about some snacks that people in Kyoto love to eat."

The person: "..."

I blinked for a long time, but couldn't remember a single one.

Ha, another opportunist. Does he think we're some kind of saint? Zuo Ling raised his hand and fired a shot.

The problem continued, and people were released one by one, numbering as many as thirty or forty.

When only one room remained, gunshots rang out from upstairs.

"Xiao Hao!" Pei Nansheng rushed forward first, followed by Zuo Ling.

Someone inside the room was shouting, "Girl, girl, don't go! Don't go! Save me! Save us!"

Bang, bang, bang! Gunshots rang out in quick succession, and Zuo Ling no longer cared about anyone else's business.