Chapter 56
In the middle of the night, the little fox, who had been thinking about the problem but couldn't come up with an answer, fell asleep in a daze and was gently held in Wen Xin's arms.
He carried the little fox down the elevator and walked towards the church.
The little fox rubbed and rubbed, burying its chin in the young man's warm arms.
Perhaps because she felt at ease, Tuanzi smacked her lips uncontrollably in her dream, as if she was savoring the delicious food she had eaten that day.
"Warm and sweet..."
Hearing the voice, Wen Xin paused slightly.
He turned and looked around; the streets were empty.
The farthest group of people was standing at a brightly lit intersection more than ten meters away. They were a row of guards on patrol.
Wen Xin looked around and finally fixed his sight on the little fox that was sleeping soundly.
When there was no response, the little fox called out unconsciously: "Wen Xin..."
Wen Xin was sure of the source of the voice. He rubbed Tuanzi's head and replied, "I'm here."
"Next time, I want to eat...meat pancakes, chicken skewers..."
Wen Xin narrowed his eyes: "Okay."
They returned to the church.
Before entering the living area, Wen Xin saw from a distance a group of Idealist members guarding the courtyard.
The twelve bishops and three cardinals were all there. I wonder if they had been waiting here all along.
Some believers discovered them and rushed over in a hurry.
Wen Xin waved his hand and made a gesture to silence.
Only then did everyone realize that the little fox had fallen asleep in Wen Xin's arms.
Sleep so peacefully and sweetly.
Bishop Shi was so excited that he wanted to say something, but when he saw this scene, it was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he stood there in a daze for a moment.
He suddenly remembered that even when he first followed His Holiness the Pope, he had never seen His Holiness look so at ease.
While he was in a daze, Wen Xin had already walked in front of him and mouthed: Let everyone go back.
Without waiting for Bishop Shi to speak, the young man patted the little fox with his backhand, walked straight past them, opened the door and walked into the house.
The Idealism members were left where they were, bewildered and confused.
The three bishops looked at each other and gestured to each other.
The others understood and all left the courtyard, lowering their voices.
"Let's all go back... Could it be that His Holiness the Pope has calmed down his anger?"
"Who knows where His Holiness the Pope went today?"
The bishops had originally intended to send their followers to follow Wen Xin and the others, but they did not have the courage to add to the anger of the little fox, who was already unprepared.
I had no choice but to stand there and wait.
He didn't dare sit down, didn't dare leave, and even had to ask his subordinates to send him documents for processing.
Seeing that the man and the fox seemed to be in a good mood at this time, they finally dared to find out the whereabouts of the Pope today.
Seeing the three bishops nod in unison, the believers in the commercial street and the guards patrolling the roadside stepped forward and reported Wen Xin and his group's itinerary.
Upon learning that Wen Xin and his friends had gone to the commercial street and had a great time, countless members of the Idealism Cult, who had been worried sick, breathed a sigh of relief and patted their chests in rejoicing.
"That's great, that's great. His Holiness the Pope has not left the city, which means he is not planning to leave."
The cardinal in charge of commerce clapped his hands in celebration and asked with a smile, "Who was responsible for the management and planning of that commercial street?"
One of the black robes stepped forward excitedly: "It's me, Your Excellency the Bishop."
"Well done, very well done!"
The cardinal nodded repeatedly and looked at him with admiration: "I will give you another batch of funds later. Part of it will be given to today's merchants as a reward to please His Holiness the Pope."
"You take the other part, and think about how to continue to develop that commercial street in the future. You must do it better and make His Holiness the Pope like it more!"
While everyone else was clapping and celebrating, only Bishop Shi was thinking back to what Wen Xin had said to him during the day and fell into confusion and bewilderment.
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The next day, Wen Xin got up very early.
He first did two sets of physical training, then had breakfast with the little fox, took a break, and then continued with other explosive training.
Three hours passed quickly.
Wen Xin worked himself into a sweat and let out a sigh of relief.
Following the instructor's instructions, he always stretched his muscles well.
Therefore, the body's texture is evenly distributed, with no particularly prominent areas.
The black training uniform was already soaked through, sticking to the young man's slender waist, showing off his graceful and smooth lines to the fullest.
Especially her pair of long and beautiful legs, which looked at least 108 cm long, attracting male and female believers passing by to stop and watch.
Wen Xin took a simple bath.
Taking another look at the sky, it was almost noon, so he went to find the believer who had previously gathered information for him.
Yesterday, Wen Xin only had time to confirm Tang Qi's safety, and only now did he ask about his friend's current address.
He is going to visit each other.
Wen Xin did not forget to ask the little fox if he wanted to go with him.
Of course the little fox thought so.
However, there was an important meeting to be presided over today, and the Pope of Idealism had to be present in person, so it had to give up with regret.
Wen Xin touched the lost little fox and said, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you."
In fact, as long as the little fox asked for something, there would be many people in the Idealism Sect who would rush forward to present it with the thing.
But after hearing this, it squinted its eyes happily and rubbed the warm palm of my hand.
Tang Qi's parents live in the Baihua Community on Cheng'an Road in City B.
Later, the city's power structure was reorganized, and in order to facilitate allocation and management, the original place name was changed to the B3-11 area.
The B3-11 area is some distance away from the church.
Wen Xin could run over, which was just enough to make up for half a day's training, but it was not good to see his friends all sweaty.
He simply borrowed a motorcycle from a Idealist.
Before the end of the world, Wen Xin's only knowledge of these vehicles was on the big screens in shopping malls.
Until now, as long as he can move and has oil, he can muster up the courage to do it.
Don't ask, the answer is that there is no room for hesitation or saying no in the face of a crisis.
Wen Xin still remembered the skills he had been taught in the training camp. After a quick try, he was able to maintain his balance, so he drove off.
The roads in City B have been cleaned and are relatively clean and tidy, with only one or two faint traces of blood occasionally being seen.
Although there are cars everywhere on the highway outside the city, most of them are scrapped or damaged, and there are still few that can actually be driven.
Coupled with the restrictions on oil extraction and transportation, the price of gasoline has risen like a monkey in the sky, and ordinary people can't afford it at all.
There are even fewer people driving.
Wen Xin didn't encounter many vehicles and the journey was relatively safe and smooth.
In less than two hours, he arrived at the B3-11 area.
Wen Xin got out of the car at the roadside, took out the iron chain from the trunk, and carefully locked the car to the railing on the roadside. Only then did he turn around with peace of mind and look at the community in front of him.
Residential buildings of different sizes are scattered at different heights, with mottled marks on the walls. On the roadside are two rows of poplar trees, each ten meters apart.
There is a grain and oil supermarket on the left side of the gate and a bank on the right side.
The iron shutter door was broken open from the outside, and the mess inside could be seen through the hole. Most of the items had been looted.
There were two men in uniform chatting in the security booth.
It was lunchtime and people were coming and going at the door, but these two people didn't even glance at each other.
The residents seemed to be used to it. They didn't call the security guard or show their door cards. They just crawled in through the broken iron gate.
Wen Xin stepped forward and knocked on the glass window of the security booth.
After knocking several times, the person inside finally responded, opened the window and asked him what he was doing.
Wen Xin: "I'm here to see my friend, he lives in this neighborhood."
The security guard waved his hand nonchalantly and pointed at the gap: "Looking for someone? Why don't you just go in? This door can't be opened because there's no electricity."
Wen Xin looked at the gap: "..."
When I looked back, the two men had closed the window and started chatting again.
Wen Xin frowned and entered the community through the gap like everyone else.
The elevators are now basically out of service, and the lower floors are more popular with survivors than the higher floors.
Tang Qi's family lives on the tenth floor of building six.
It's a little high, but it's not difficult for Wen Xin to climb.
According to the survey of believers, both Tang Qi's parents and Tang Qi himself are lucky.
When a large-scale zombie tide occurred in City B, the little fox happened to be passing through City B with the newly established Idealism Sect.
Seeing that the mayor had already run away and no one was in charge, the little fox simply chose City B as the base camp of Idealism.
The zombies were afraid of the pressure from the S-class mutants and fled one after another. Countless people, including Tang Qi's parents, were rescued and cried with joy.
As soon as Tang Qi arrived, he happened to catch the shortage of staff in the Idealism Sect. He even skipped the interview process and went directly into the Traffic Management Department.
Because of his good performance, Tang Qi was favored by his superiors and was later promoted to a position that was not too leisurely but not too busy, and the salary was enough to support a family of three.
You have to know that nowadays even solving the problem of food and clothing for one person has become a problem. His work has made countless people jealous.
Tang Qi cares a lot about his parents and goes home every time he has lunch break.
Wen Xin estimated that the other party should have arrived home by this time.
Not long after, he arrived at Tang Qi's door.
Wen Xin checked the house number above his head again to make sure he had gone to the wrong place.
After confirming that it was correct, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door three times slowly.
"Is anyone there?"
Five seconds later, footsteps were heard at the door, followed by a vigilant question.
"who?"
Judging from the voice, he is young, male, loud and powerful.
Although they hadn't seen each other for several months, Wen Xin recognized that the person inside the door was Tang Qi.
He subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and happily introduced himself: "Tang Qi, it's me, Wen Xin!"
The door opened immediately.
What appeared in front of Wen Xin was indeed Tang Qi's confident and enthusiastic smile.
後者驚喜至極，溫辛還沒來得及張嘴，就被人迎面一個大大的熊抱。
“溫辛！居然真的是你！”
唐啓從來沒想到能在這裏見到好友。
“聽到你說自己的名字我還有點不敢置信，你不是說自己要去A市找你哥，怎麽跑到B市來了？”
唐啓噼裏啪啦說了一大堆，溫辛一連幾次沒能接上話，笑着拍拍好友的脊背。
等到人的激動稍微平息一點，溫辛才說道：“沒有，我過來辦點事，想到你在這座城市裏，所以來看看你。”
他放松地說：“看到你過得不錯，我就放心了。伯父伯母現在怎麽樣？歡歡還好吧？”
唐啓：“我爸我媽都還好，不過他們沒有跟我住在一起，嫌十樓太高了懶得爬。”
“我就給他們重新找了個低樓層的地方住，就在旁邊的小區，那邊安保好一點。”
B市喪屍潮的出現讓很多人選擇逃難，不少房子就此空了出來，被唯心教用來安置難民。
溫辛聽着，腦子裏下意識閃過了一抹疑惑。
既然隔壁小區的安保更好，為什麽唐啓不和他父母住在一起？
這只是一瞬間的念頭，溫辛沒必要在這種小事上懷疑自己的朋友，他猜想可能是三人住的房子比較貴，不太好找。
再接下來提到布偶貓歡歡，唐啓直接怒火中燒。
“歡歡它還好，我平時工作比較忙，就把它放在我的父母家讓二老幫忙照看。”
“而且這個小混蛋能有什麽問題？你知不知道這家夥在路上簡直是小惡魔原形畢露，一會兒沒看住就亂拉亂尿，我到B市之前衣服都沒得換，差點被腌入味，真的氣死我……”
溫辛知道唐啓只是在普普通通地發牢騷。
雖然好友的表情很憤怒，但眼睛裏一直帶笑。
好像那不是一段艱險困難的經歷，而是一件無法估價的瑰寶。
看到人這副樣子，溫辛完全安下了心，笑着任由對方這麽興致勃勃地講下去。
突然，他耳朵一動，聽到屋內傳來了什麽聲響。
“家裏來客人了嗎？”
被溫辛這麽一問，唐啓身體微僵。
就像一簇正燃燒的火焰被涼水兜頭一澆，他臉上的熱情倏然冷卻了下來。
溫辛順勢看向屋內。
玄關的位置擺放着幾雙尺碼不一的鞋。
之前溫辛以為唐啓和伯父伯母居住在一起，所以沒覺得有什麽問題。
而且剛才唐啓卻說，他是一個人居住，那麽多餘的那三雙鞋肯定就是別人的。
是朋友還是同事？
唐啓幹笑了一聲：“害，他們是我的朋友，這不難得我們放假，大家抽空聚了一下嗎？”
放假……
溫辛不由自主地皺了下眉頭。
如果他是一無所知地來找唐啓，或許會被這話給糊弄過去。
可他偏偏昨天才從教徒那裏得知，唐啓的工作離不開人，輕易不會放假，至少這幾天沒有。
溫辛晃了晃腦袋，覺得自己的疑心病又犯了。
唐啓不說實話，可能有人不方便的地方，他為什麽要懷疑好友別有用心？
看到青年突然晃腦袋，唐啓頓時緊張了起來，憂心忡忡地說：“你怎麽了，身體不舒服？”
對上唐啓關切的眼神，溫辛更覺得自己想太多：“沒事，我剛才只是想起了一些事。”
既然唐啓和他的朋友在家裏聚餐，那自己也不太好留在這兒打擾他們的興致。
溫辛主動說道：“那你們好好吃，我改天再來找你敘舊。”
“欸，等等……”
唐啓張口就要挽留他，随後又像是有什麽顧慮，遺憾地咽回了原本想說的話。
他大大咧咧地說：“不用你來找我，大家都有事，應該很快就聚完了，等聚餐結束後我就來找你。你現在住在什麽地方？”
和好友互通地址很正常。
溫辛正準備開口，屋裏的人卻像是等不了，走出來笑呵呵地說：“嘿，這麽生分幹什麽，既然大家都是唐啓的朋友，不如一塊聚聚？”
唐啓似乎很意外他會出來，臉一下子就繃緊了，眉頭擰成一團。
溫辛打量眼前的男人。
瘦瘦高高，吊梢眉，鼻子下塌。
不知道是不是跟對方剛才用的語氣有關，總讓他有種這人心裏藏着算計的感覺。
溫辛還沒說話，唐啓就不客氣地打斷了男人的邀請：“不用了，我朋友家裏還有事，急着走，沒時間和我們聚。”
男人卻不肯讓步，嗤笑着說：“你省省吧，我們剛才在裏屋聽完了你們所有的對話，他什麽時候說自己有事了？”
“都是好朋友，就把人介紹給我們認識一下怎麽了？又不會少你兩塊肉。”
聽到這些輕浮的話，唐啓的聲音也沉了下來：“趙守強，我警告你，別得寸進尺。”
“我不就想認識一下新朋友嗎，得寸進尺什麽了？”
趙守強轉頭看向溫辛，眼中綻放出精光：“看看這小模樣，長得可真不錯。還有溫辛，溫辛，這可真是個頂好且正巧的名字啊……”
他邊說着，竟是伸出了手來，摸向溫辛的臉。
唐啓一看趙守強不僅沒收斂，還動手動腳，瞬間臉都氣綠了，攥起拳頭就要揍人。
但在他出手之前，有一個人的反應比他更快。
在場兩人都沒有想到，看起來瘦削的溫辛，竟然有着不下于獵豹一樣迅捷且有力的身手。
短短十秒的時間，或許連十秒都不到，趙守強就被青年面無表情地反挽手腕按在了地上，痛得連聲哀嚎：“啊啊啊！輕，輕點！”
唐啓驚訝得下巴都快掉在了地上。
他機械似的緩慢低頭，看向穿着羽絨服的溫辛。
青年的肌肉線條被擋住，大半張白皙的臉都被埋在了雪白的絨毛裏，像是棉花糖裏裹了奶黃餡，人畜無害。
可下一秒，注意到趙守強不安分掙紮的動作，溫辛毫不客氣地加了勁兒。
“啊——”
唐啓被這聲慘叫震得渾身一激靈。
溫辛順勢擡頭問他：“這些人不是你的朋友，他們是什麽人？”
話音未落，裏面就傳來了一陣匆忙的腳步聲。
有個男的來勸架，滿臉着急：“誤會，誤會，別鬧急眼。他……性格就這樣，其實沒什麽壞心。”
另外一個人也跟着說：“是啊，這就是一場誤會。”
溫辛掃視他們全身上下。
見兩人的身上都沒帶着利器，他才擡了下眼皮問：“剛才他說我的名字頂好且正巧，是什麽意思？”
一個人神色微變。
他剛動了動嘴，最開始來勸架的另一個人就狀似氣得直跳腳。
後者也狠，毫不客氣地踹了一下趙守強的後腦勺：“我說你個傻逼玩意，他媽看到一個漂亮的就想動手動腳，你奶奶的知不知道這叫xing騷擾？！”
趙守強被溫辛按着，完全沒法躲，受了好幾腳，連連哀叫。
溫辛看勸架這人越來越有往自己身上踹的架勢，用另一只手鉗住了他的腳踝，冷眼相看。
勸架的男人一臉抱歉：“對不住了小兄弟，他那就是口無遮攔，上次見到一個叫張翠花的，他也追着說好巧，他命中注定的老婆就叫張翠花。”
溫辛：“……”
男人自顧自地說：“都怪這家夥，今天這頓看起來是吃不成了，也沒興趣聚了。欸，唐啓，那我們就先走了吧，今天實在不好意思了，改天再一起。”
話說完，他好像也對趙守強失望了，叫上另一個人直接下了樓。
趙守強看他們居然真走，急得目眦欲裂：“欸，欸，你們別走，等等我，幫幫我——”
溫辛想到他們三人是一夥的，沒料到勸架兩人走得這麽幹脆利落，絲毫沒顧忌趙守強的死活。
也是這個時候，僵在原地的唐啓動了。
他看了眼趙守強，竟是為難地看向了溫辛：“溫辛……”
溫辛看到唐啓的眼裏滿是哀求。
他抿了下嘴，而後輕輕地嘆了口氣，松開鉗制趙守強的手，起身站在了一邊。
趙守強連忙捂着後腦勺，龇牙咧嘴地站了起來。
他盯住溫辛的臉，眼裏全是紅血絲，晃晃悠悠要擡手指向青年放狠話。
旁邊的唐啓突然面無表情地給了他一腳。
趙守強被踹到了樓梯口，差點掉下去，回首怒喊：“唐啓你他媽——”
“滾！”唐啓冷臉毫不客氣，“再留在這兒我叫巡邏隊了。”
這一句比任何威脅都有用。
待人都走完了，唐啓冷硬的神色一軟，再度抱歉地對着溫辛說：“對不起。”
溫辛上下打量他：“……介不介意我問個不太中聽的問題？”
唐啓僵了一下，說：“你問。”
“你到底欠了人多少錢？”
“……”唐啓茫然，“啊？”
“不然為什麽要這樣忍着他。”溫辛皺眉，“他是你新認的幹兒子，還是你是他爹媽？”
唐啓：“…………”
他無奈一笑，伸手捏了捏溫辛的臉蛋：“沒看出來啊小兄弟，士別三日居然變得這麽厲害了，嘴巴好毒。”
溫辛沒好氣地拍開他的手：“你到底有什麽把柄落在了他們身上？”
Tang Qi's eyes wandered: "It's a long story."
Wen Xin: "Then let me make it short."
Tang Qi: “…”
Is it an illusion? Why does he feel that his soft glutinous rice ball friend has suddenly evolved into a baguette that can hit people at any time?
Tang Qi exhaled deeply, scratched his head and said, "Oh, it's the recent uproar that has led to the discovery of a realist sect that has arisen secretly in the base. I wonder if you've heard of it?"
Idealism, realism.
Wen Xin wondered, "Is this religion opposed to Idealism?"
“You could say that.”
Tang Qi paused subtly: "The Church of Reality claims that all of us have been deceived and that the Pope is manipulating us to become his puppets."
【Author’s words】
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