Chapter 34 Discovering the Basement
"Are you stupid? I don't even know what the subconscious is," Han Shuo said with a laugh, cursing the fat man.
Without realizing it, Han Shuo didn't even notice that he was smiling.
"I know it!" the fat man said righteously.
"Come on, leave the cigarettes here and get lost. All you've got to say is a bunch of nonsense!" Han Shuo kicked the fat man off the bed.
The fat man got up from the ground, not angry at all. He already knew that Han Shuo was in a much better mood. The fat man threw the cigarette over, grinned, and slunk away.
"Subconscious? Maybe."
Han Shuo cannot deny it, otherwise he wouldn't have said those words.
After chatting with the fat man for so long, Han Shuo felt much more relaxed. When you're unhappy, having a friend to chat with is definitely a good feeling.
These past few days, Han Shuo didn't say it, but he knew in his heart that he was under too much pressure, which was why he lost his composure today.
Han Shuo was very grateful to the fat man for comforting him.
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The next day, Han Shuo woke up around noon, having slept very soundly.
No need to worry about zombies, no need to worry about other ill-intentioned people, Han Shuo hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.
I got dressed and went downstairs.
Han Shuo saw that Fatty was packing his things and moving all the supplies from the car inside. Now, only Han Shuo and the other two were left in the building, so they could safely pack their things.
As for the two old men's corpses, the fat man had already cleaned them up and thrown them out, even wiping the blood off the floor.
"Awake?" The fat man greeted Han Shuo with a smile.
"Hmm, I overslept. Why didn't you wake me up?" Han Shuo rubbed his eyes and asked.
"Why did I call you? It's nothing." The fat man rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, nothing's wrong." Han Shuo was still used to a tense life, and he was a little unaccustomed to suddenly relaxing. He knew he was being overly cautious.
"Was it safe all morning?" Han Shuo asked.
"It's perfectly safe. Just two zombies wandered over, and I took care of them both with one axe!" The fat man was very satisfied, as it was the first time he had used his new weapon.
Han Shuo nodded. "Where is Li Shurou?"
"They're cooking in the kitchen." The fat man put down the box he was carrying, walked over to Han Shuo, and whispered with a wink.
"She seems to know she was wrong, so please don't mention what happened last night."
"Am I such a petty person?" Han Shuo retorted.
The fat man remained silent and continued working.
Han Shuo went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, and when he came out, the meal was already prepared.
Fatty and Li Shurou sat down at the table, and Han Shuo also went over.
Suddenly, Li Shurou stood up from her chair, her pen pointing straight!
He first bowed deeply to Han Shuo, and then spoke.
"Han Shuo, I'm sorry. I lost my temper last night and misunderstood you. I apologize now and hope you can forgive me!"
"Huh?" Han Shuo didn't expect Li Shurou to do such a thing. Li Shurou was always cold and stubborn. Getting her to say something conciliatory was harder than anything else.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and say something, the girl has already apologized to you." The fat man shoved Han Shuo twice.
Han Shuo realized that this situation was indeed a bit embarrassing for him.
"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart. Let's eat!"
After Han Shuo finished speaking, Li Shurou breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. She knew that Han Shuo had forgiven her.
"Can't you say a few more words?" the fat man muttered under his breath.
"What are you talking about? Even eating can't shut you up, you fatso!" With her inner conflict resolved, Li Shurou returned to her true self.
"I told you to let Han Shuo do the talking, why are you meddling in?" the fat man retorted.
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The two started arguing again. Han Shuo ate his meal while watching the fat man and Li Shurou quarrel with a smile. The atmosphere was quite nice.
After lunch, Han Shuo did not let the two leave immediately.
"Li Shurou, how much food is left in the kitchen?" Han Shuo asked.
"It's not too much. Not counting what we grow outside, it's probably only enough for us to eat for four or five days. But if we add what we had in the car before, it should last for half a month."
Han Shuo found it strange. He didn't quite believe that the two old guys only had this much food. If there was so little left, they definitely wouldn't have waited until last night to decide to take action.
"Have you looked elsewhere?" Han Shuo continued to ask.
"I looked," Li Shurou shook her head, indicating that she hadn't found anything.
"Let's search again this afternoon. It's definitely not right if we only have these," Han Shuo instructed, then turned to the fat man and said.
"Fatty, find some usable bullets this afternoon, mainly hunting rifle bullets. You have to find them." Besides the two bullets that come with the gun, there are less than ten bullets in the cabinet.
These are definitely not enough.
"Alright!" the fat man agreed.
"Go ahead!" As soon as Han Shuo finished speaking, the two of them went to do their own things.
As for Han Shuo, he walked straight out of the Western-style building.
They searched the area again but found no zombies.
Han Shuo walked to a garage next to the villa, which was always locked.
With the two old guys there before, it wasn't convenient for Han Shuo to check. According to Uncle Jiang, the room was full of junk and hadn't been used for many years.
Han Shuo took out his toolbox. Since he didn't have a key, he had to figure out a way to pry it open.
"Duang, Duang!" With two quick movements, Han Shuo opened the lock on the garage roller shutter door.
It was less of a prying and more of a chiseling; Han Shuo used a simple and direct approach, picking up a hammer and easily getting it done.
Open the roller shutter door, and there's a pickup truck inside, with several cans of gasoline next to it.
There was a car here, so Han Shuo wasn't surprised.
Without a vehicle, Uncle Jiang wouldn't have been able to transport those bodies to the depression that Han Shuo discovered last time.
"It's cleaned up quite well." Han Shuo walked inside and saw that there was no dirt on the truck bed, but on the rear wheel, Han Shuo found some dark red bloodstains on the tire.
The blood had long since dried, but Han Shuo could tell at a glance that it was human, not zombie blood.
The bloodstains on the zombies, like their eyes, were a murky yellow, much like the color of pustules; in short, it was disgusting.
Han Shuo reached out and pulled on the car door; it wasn't locked.
The car key was hanging there. Han Shuo turned it, and the pickup truck could still be driven.
Then, Han Shuo found a vehicle registration certificate inside. The name on the certificate was: Dai Congde.
Clearly, this was a survivor who had been here before, killed by those two old men, who then stole his car.
"Han Shuo—! Fatty—! Come quick!"
Just then, Li Shurou shouted from inside the Western-style building, and Han Shuo heard it from a great distance.
"Hmm? Did you discover something?"
Having thoroughly inspected the garage, Han Shuo pulled down the roller shutter and walked into the house.
"What's wrong? Why are you shouting like that?" Han Shuo asked as soon as he entered the room.
"Come quick, come quick, there's a basement here!" the fat man said excitedly as he arrived.
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