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 an 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.
The latter was so surprised that before Wen Xin could even open his mouth, he was given a big bear hug.
"Wen Xin! It's really you!"
Tang Qi never thought that he would meet his good friend here.
"I couldn't believe you when you said your name. Didn't you say you were going to City A to find your brother? Why did you end up in City B?"
Tang Qi talked a lot, and Wen Xin was unable to respond for several times. He smiled and patted his friend's back.
When everyone's excitement had subsided a little, Wen Xin said, "No, I came here to do something, and I thought of you in this city, so I came to see you."
He said in a relaxed tone, "I feel relieved to see that you are doing well. How are your uncle and aunt now? Is Huanhuan okay?"
Tang Qi: "My parents are fine, but they don't live with me because they think the tenth floor is too high and they are too lazy to climb."
"I found them a new place to live on a lower floor in a neighbouring residential area, where security is better."
The appearance of the zombie tide in City B caused many people to choose to flee, and many houses were left empty, which were used by the Idealistic Cult to accommodate the refugees.
As Wen Xin listened, a hint of doubt flashed through his mind.
Since the security in the neighborhood next door is better, why doesn't Tang Qi live with his parents?
This was just a fleeting thought. Wen Xin had no need to doubt his friend on such a small matter. He guessed that the house where the three of them lived might be expensive and difficult to find.
When the ragdoll cat Huanhuan was mentioned next, Tang Qi became furious.
"It's fine. I'm usually busy with work, so I put it at my parents' house and let them take care of it."
"Besides, what's the problem with this little bastard? Do you know that this guy is just like a little devil on the road. He will pee and poop if he is not watched. I didn't have any clothes to change before I arrived in City B. I was almost marinated by him. It really pissed me off..."
Wen Xin knew that Tang Qi was just complaining in a normal way.
Although my friend's expression was very angry, there was always a smile in his eyes.
It seemed that it was not a difficult experience, but an invaluable treasure.
Seeing this look on his face, Wen Xin felt completely relieved and smiled as he let the other person continue talking with such enthusiasm.
Suddenly, his ears moved and he heard some noise coming from inside the house.
"Are there any guests at home?"
When asked by Wen Xin, Tang Qi's body stiffened slightly.
Just like a burning flame being poured with cold water, the enthusiasm on his face suddenly cooled down.
Wen Xin looked inside the house.
There are several pairs of shoes of different sizes placed at the entrance.
Before, Wen Xin thought that Tang Qi lived with his uncle and aunt, so he didn't think there was any problem.
Moreover, Tang Qi just said that he lived alone, so the three extra pairs of shoes must belong to someone else.
A friend or a colleague?
Tang Qigan laughed: "Well, they are my friends. It's a rare day for us to have a holiday. Did you guys take some time to get together?"
Have a holiday……
Wen Xin couldn't help but frown.
If he came to Tang Qi knowing nothing, he might have been fooled by these words.
But he just learned from the believers yesterday that Tang Qi's work requires help from others and he would not take a day off easily, at least not in the next few days.
Wen Xin shook his head and felt that his suspicion had come back again.
If Tang Qi doesn't tell the truth, it may be inconvenient for some people. Why should he suspect that his friend has ulterior motives?
Seeing the young man suddenly shaking his head, Tang Qi suddenly became nervous and said worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Facing Tang Qi's concerned eyes, Wen Xin felt that he was thinking too much: "It's okay, I just remembered something."
Since Tang Qi and his friends are having a dinner party at home, it would not be appropriate for me to stay here and disturb their interest.
Wen Xin took the initiative to say, "Then enjoy your meal. I'll come back to chat with you another day."
"Hey, wait..."
Tang Qi opened his mouth to ask him to stay, but then seemed to have some concerns and regretfully swallowed back the words he was about to say.
He said casually, "You don't have to come find me. Everyone is busy. The party should be over soon. I'll come find you after the party. Where do you live now?"
It is normal to exchange addresses with friends.
Wen Xin was about to speak, but the person in the room seemed to be unable to wait, and came out and said with a smile: "Hey, why are you so distant? Since we are all Tang Qi's friends, why don't we get together?"
Tang Qi seemed surprised that he would come out. His face suddenly tensed up and his brows were knitted into a knot.
Wen Xin looked at the man in front of him.
He is tall and thin, with droopy eyebrows and a sunken nose.
He didn't know if it had something to do with the tone the other person had just used, but he always felt like this person was scheming.
Before Wen Xin could say anything, Tang Qi rudely interrupted the man's invitation: "No, my friend has something to do at home, so he has to leave in a hurry and has no time to meet with us."
The man refused to give in and sneered, "Forget about it. We just heard your entire conversation in the back room. When did he say he had something to do?"
"We are all good friends, so why not introduce him to us? It won't cost you anything."
Hearing these frivolous words, Tang Qi's voice also sank: "Zhao Shouqiang, I warn you, don't push your luck."
"I just want to meet some new friends, why are you asking for more?"
Zhao Shouqiang turned to look at Wen Xin, his eyes sparkling: "Look at this little boy, he's really good-looking. And Wen Xin, Wen Xin, this is really a great and coincidental name..."
As he spoke, he actually reached out and touched Wen Xin's face.
When Tang Qi saw that Zhao Shouqiang not only did not restrain himself but also started to use his hands and feet, his face instantly turned green with anger and he clenched his fists to hit him.
But before he could make his move, someone reacted faster than him.
No one present had expected that Wen Xin, who looked skinny, actually had skills as swift and powerful as a cheetah.
In just ten seconds, or perhaps even less than ten seconds, the young man pulled Zhao Shouqiang’s wrist expressionlessly and pressed him to the ground. He wailed in pain: “Ahhh! Gently, gently!”
Tang Qi was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
He lowered his head slowly and mechanically and looked at Wen Xin who was wearing a down jacket.
The young man's muscular lines were blocked, and most of his fair face was buried in the snow-white fur, like cotton candy wrapped in custard filling, harmless to humans and animals.
But the next second, noticing Zhao Shouqiang's restless struggle, Wen Xin unceremoniously added strength.
"ah--"
Tang Qi was shocked by the scream.
Wen Xin raised his head and asked him, "These people are not your friends. Who are they?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of hurried footsteps from inside.
A man came to mediate, his face full of anxiety: "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, don't get angry. He...is just like that, he doesn't have any bad intentions."
Another person followed up and said, "Yes, this is a misunderstanding."
Wen Xin scanned them all over.
Seeing that neither of them had any sharp weapons, he raised his eyelids and asked, "He just said that my name is the best and coincidental. What does that mean?"
One person's expression changed slightly.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the other person who had come to persuade him to stop fighting seemed to be so angry that he jumped up and down.
The latter was also ruthless, kicking Zhao Shouqiang on the back of the head without any hesitation: "You idiot, you want to do something to a pretty girl when you see her. Do you know that this is called sexual harassment?!"
Zhao Shouqiang was held down by Wen Xin and had no way to hide. He was kicked several times and cried out in pain.
Seeing that the man who was trying to persuade him was getting more and more ready to kick him, Wen Xin clamped his ankle with his other hand and looked at him coldly.
The man who tried to persuade her to fight said apologetically, "I'm sorry, little brother, he just speaks without restraint. Last time he saw a girl named Zhang Cuihua, he also chased her and said what a coincidence, his destined wife is named Zhang Cuihua."
Wen Xin: “…”
The man said to himself, "It's all this guy's fault. It looks like we won't be able to have dinner today, and we don't feel like getting together anymore. Hey, Tang Qi, let's go first. I'm really sorry for today. Let's get together some other time."
After saying this, he seemed to be disappointed with Zhao Shouqiang, and called another person to go downstairs directly.
Zhao Shouqiang was so anxious when he saw them actually leave: "Hey, hey, don't go, wait for me, help me——"
Wen Xin thought that the three of them were a group, but he didn't expect that they would leave so cleanly and neatly without caring about Zhao Shouqiang's life or death.
It was also at this time that Tang Qi, who had been frozen in place, started to move.
He glanced at Zhao Shouqiang, then looked at Wen Xin in embarrassment: "Wen Xin..."
Wen Xin saw that Tang Qi's eyes were full of pleading.
He pursed his lips, then sighed softly, released the hand that was holding Zhao Shouqiang, stood up and stood aside.
Zhao Shouqiang quickly covered the back of his head and stood up with a grimace.
He stared at Wen Xin's face, his eyes full of bloodshot, and he was about to raise his finger to point at the young man and say something harsh.
Tang Qi next to him suddenly kicked him expressionlessly.
Zhao Shouqiang was kicked to the stairs and almost fell down. He turned around and shouted angrily: "Tang Qi, you fucking——"
"Get lost!" Tang Qi said coldly, "If you stay here any longer, I'll call the patrol team."
This sentence is more useful than any threat.
After everyone had left, Tang Qi's cold expression softened, and he said to Wen Xin apologetically again, "I'm sorry."
Wen Xin looked him up and down: "...Do you mind if I ask you a question that may not be very pleasant to hear?"
Tang Qi froze for a moment and said, "You ask."
"How much money do you owe?"
"..." Tang Qi was bewildered, "Ah?"
"Otherwise, why would you put up with him like this?" Wen Xin frowned, "Is he your new adopted son, or are you his father?"
Tang Qi: "......"
He smiled helplessly and stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Xin's face: "I didn't realize, little brother, that you have become so powerful after three days of absence. You have such a poisonous tongue."
Wen Xin slapped his hand away angrily: "What kind of leverage do you have over them?"
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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