Chapter 176
Lin Yixue finally chose to surrender.
She was tired of not showering or washing her hair for a month at the mall, and she was also tired of eating baked potatoes every day, to the point where she wanted to vomit just by smelling them from afar.
Yuanyuan asked her to repay the debt with artistic performances, which was a great insult to her and very indecent.
But here we have food to eat, soup and meat to drink, and water to wash!
Most importantly, it's safe here!
During the two days she had stayed here, she had taken note of the facilities here.
The wall is thick enough and will not be overturned by external forces; the barbed wire is strong enough to form a second line of defense for the resort; and there are those chimney-like things, which I heard from others are called artillery positions. There are currently eight of them built, specifically for dealing with zombies that try to approach.
In addition, there are residential houses, warehouses, canteens, and small supermarkets, making it a paradise independent of disasters.
She would be crazy not to live in such a nice place and let herself be kicked out.
Lin Yixue seemed to be humiliated as she slowly signed her name on the debt repayment agreement handed to her by Yuanyuan.
Yuanyuan smiled as she folded the contract and placed it in a special folder. "Okay, then tonight will be your first performance. Prepare well. You have quite a few fans here~"
Lin Yixue clenched her back teeth, as if there was a ball of pus and blood stuck in her throat.
The performance that night was a complete surprise for the people living in the shelter.
No one could have imagined that Song Yue, in addition to ensuring their daily lives, actually provided additional entertainment activities!
It’s simply wonderful!
So every household brought out small plastic stools from their houses, sat under the makeshift stage, and craned their necks in anticipation of the show.
At this time, Lin Yixue, who had changed her clothes and done a simple hairstyle, was hiding in the backstage with a feeling of grievance and resentment.
She hated the points system here!
I hate Song Yue who created this system even more!
The other party clearly wanted to see her show off and make her jump around on the stage like a clown!
I'm so angry!
Why are you, a mere rookie on the 18th line, insulting her like this!
Lin Yixue's eyes were filled with hatred, but even though there were thousands of flames burning in her heart, even though she wanted to tear Song Yue to pieces on the spot, in reality, she could do nothing.
Just obey.
Following the banging of drums and gongs from the front desk, Lin Yixue suppressed her reluctance and was forced to go on stage with red eyes.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Song Yue had been in this world for three months.
It was the 85th day of the copy. Song Yue estimated that it should be within the next few days, so he called Chen Hao and Mo Shi.
"Based on our previous experience, we've figured out the pattern of dense fog. It occurs twice a month, on varying dates, each time at nightfall, and lasts approximately three to six hours. Are you confused by this?"
Chen Hao and Mo Shili shook their heads: "No!"
Song Yue: "Well, that's good. Today is the 25th day of the third month. There is only one more heavy fog this month. I estimate it will be in the next two days. You two should remember to notify all members of the defense team and make sure they are fully prepared."
Chen Hao, the chief of the defense team, nodded when he heard the voice: "Yes!"
Song Yue: "And the artillery team, how are the preparations going over there?"
This question was directed at Mo Shi, because Mo Shi was later appointed as the head of the artillery group.
He stood still, his face calm: "From the barrel to the shells to the personnel, all links have been prepared."
What you say will come true.
The second thick fog of the month suddenly hit that night.
The familiar cold and malicious feeling gathered and approached from all directions, and there seemed to be thousands of eyes staring at the villagers.
If you look closely, you will find that this fog is more fierce than before.
They seemed to be filled with hatred and wanted to catch everyone here in one fell swoop.
However, the people squatting in the houses didn't care at all. They went about their business as usual, not at all frightened by the disturbing hooting and dragging sounds.
Because they knew that as long as Song Yue was there, everyone would be safe.
A huge protective shield was opened before the thick fog approached.
The fog tried desperately to squeeze into the human area, but could not find the entrance.
He was so angry that he lost his patience with the zombies hiding inside.
They fiercely stretched out their sharp claws and opened their bloody mouths, trying to scare the people inside with their imposing manner.
But then there was a bang.
A frying pan hit one of the zombies on the head!
Because the force was strong enough, the zombie's head split in the middle, like a crispy exploding melon, and fell to the ground in pieces.
"I'm so annoyed. You're making noise again! Can't I sleep?"
The aunt holding the frying pan cursed and knocked at the same time, her hands as steady as a sniper, and every knock hit the target.
People who came from other buildings also followed suit.
"It's really annoying. My daughter is still studying and the noise is making her unable to concentrate."
An uncle lifted up an iron basin and swung it out with a clang, hitting the zombie in the face.
The zombie was slapped all over the place, its head turned twice on its neck, and finally fell to the ground at its feet with a gurgle.
"I wasn't bothered by the noise, I just wanted to practice."
The person who spoke was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. He held a shovel and hit the zombie on the head!
Unfortunately, he didn't have enough strength, and it took him five or six hits to smash his head.
In short, no matter whether you are male or female, old or young, as long as you want to, you can come out and get involved.
The artillery position was also busy.
The men on the fort had already started firing cannons before the thick fog approached the resort.
The flames of the explosion exploded in the fog, and the zombies hiding inside were killed in the artillery fire before they even had time to look out.
With people in front spontaneously hitting their heads and shells chasing them from behind, the thick fog seemed to feel an unprecedented blow.
Unexpectedly, this time the fog only stayed for an hour and a half before it fled in a miserable state.
Song Yue was on one of the artillery platforms and saw the entire process clearly.
That feeling of being watched was indeed not groundless.
The fog is conscious.
It is alive.
It uses the energy of devouring human flesh and its attack method is to control the zombies in the fog and let them hunt for it.
It's a pity, Song Yue curled the corners of her lips. It has not been able to successfully eat for three consecutive months, and its attack power is now much weaker than before.
She only has three months left.
Perhaps she still had a chance to completely dissipate the thick fog before she left.
On the night of the ninety-first day of the copy, the resort suddenly fell into darkness.
Song Yue looked up, forgetting the extinguished chandelier.
The backup water and electricity at the water plant and power plant finally ran out.
The next morning, she ordered Zhen Qingmei, Qianyun and Yuanyuan to organize everyone to dig ditches to divert water, and then directed Chen Hao and Mo Shi to take a group of people out to find fuel and generators to generate electricity.
Neither of these two items is difficult.
Because there is a small river next to the resort, which is no more than 1,000 meters away, if everyone works together, it can be completed in half a day.
As for fuel, that's also simple.
After the zombie outbreak, the city's gas stations were deserted, but they contained large barrels of fuel. Song Yue and his companions had come across several gas stations along the way during their drive to the armory, having memorized their locations. After leaving the shelter, they simply headed straight for their destination.
In the end, it only took one day for the entire resort to restore water and electricity after the water and power outage.
The efficiency was so high that everyone was astonished.
You have to know that this is the end of the world with zombies everywhere. Apart from Song Yue, they really can't think of anyone else who can manage the shelter in such an orderly manner.
In the fourth month of the dungeon, the number of people in the shelter finally reached the mission requirement of 2,000. In addition, all other indicators were also completed.
Song Yue closed the taskbar and lay comfortably on the small sofa on the rooftop, enjoying the rare sunshine in this world.
Maybe it was because of the heavy fog last month, but after the fourth month, Song Yue found that there were fewer zombies wandering on the highway.
Coincidentally, Chen Hao and Mo Shi, who had returned from the armory again, told her that when they passed through the urban area this time, they found that there were much fewer zombies on the streets.
"Can't zombies survive without food or water? Where did those guys go before?" Chen Hao recalled, puzzled.
Mo Shi blinked and guessed, "They can indeed live without food, but is there a possibility that they also need some special energy to survive?"
Mo Shi’s words hit exactly what Song Yue was thinking.
However, Song Yue did not comment.
In the fifth month of the dungeon, the thick fog arrived as expected.
But this time, the fog only appeared once.
One less time than usual.
Song Yue confirmed that his guess was almost right. The energy of the thick fog was obviously not enough, and in order to save energy, even the zombies were no longer absorbed, leaving them to fend for themselves.
On the last day of the copy, Song Yue inspected the entire resort from top to bottom, inside and out, and called together core members such as Zhen Qingmei to question and verify one by one.
Only after confirming that there was nothing wrong or missing did she finally feel relieved.
Looking at her leaning back in the chair, looking safe and comfortable, several people suddenly realized something.
Zhen Qingmei's heart skipped a beat, and she frowned and looked at her: "Sister Song Yue, you..."
She wanted to ask something, but didn't know where to start.
After all, from the very beginning, they had consciously avoided this matter and never asked about it.
How can we ask about the end of something that has no beginning?
Zhen Qingmei lowered her head and twirled her fingers in confusion and frustration.
Looking at this scene, Yuanyuan sighed, thinking that what was supposed to come had finally come. Xiaoyue had called them together for a meeting that day, and it seemed that she was really preparing for this moment.
Unlike Zhen Qingmei, who hesitated, she took a deep breath amidst the silence of the crowd, looked directly at the other person, and boldly asked, "Are you leaving?"
Zhen Qingmei and the others stared in shock, their hearts trembling.
Song Yue looked at Yuan Yuan, then slowly glanced at the crowd, her eyes calm: "Yeah."
"Why, Sister Song Yue? Can you please not leave?" Zhen Qingmei became anxious upon seeing this. She leaned forward, looking as if she was about to cry. "...Also, if you leave, where are you going? I'll go with you!"
Although Song Yue is her artist on the surface, Zhen Qingmei has long regarded her as her own sister in her heart.
Now that the other party is leaving, she wants to follow without hesitation.
Unexpectedly, the person in front of her rejected her indifferently.
"Qingmei, only after I leave can you see the real Song Yue." Song Yue did not hide her secret and told everyone frankly, "I am just a passer-by here. Now that my mission is completed, I should return to my original world."
She had already vaguely guessed that she didn't belong here, but when she heard her admit it herself, Zhen Qingmei couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart.
She stood up sadly, hugged the other person, buried her face in Song Yue's shoulder, and sobbed.
"But Sister Song Yue, I don't want you to leave..."
As soon as the trembling voice came out, the eyes of everyone else at the scene also turned red.
Yuanyuan's eyes were filled with reluctance as she pleaded, "Can you stay a little longer?"
Song Yue patted Zhen Qingmei's back and shook his head slightly.
The feeling of loss intensified again.
Chen Hao looked at Song Yue, his nose feeling sore. He knew that no matter how hard he tried to persuade her, she would not stay.
So he simply sniffed and forced a smile: "Sister, can we take a group photo before you leave?"
They have been together for half a year, and even if this friendship cannot continue, he sincerely hopes that there can be a photo to prove that the alien Song Yue has come to his world and become his most trusted and respected friend.
Faced with Chen Hao's request, Song Yue did not refuse.
Come to think of it, this was her first time taking a photo with someone else in a dungeon.
In the end, everyone chose the courtyard of Building 1.
Everyone stood in front of the building, lined up in a row.
In order to make the background less monotonous, Zhen Qingmei specially moved in several potted plants she planted. Now they are in bloom, colorful and beautiful.
Qianyun helped to pose and they stood together.
Chen Hao picked up the drone that Song Yue had used before. He held the drone in his arms and smiled brightly.
Yuanyuan didn't take anything and smiled gently.
Xingxing was standing in front of her. She was much taller than she was half a year ago, and it was obvious that she was a tall girl.
Mo Shi felt that it was pointless to go out with nothing in his hands, so after thinking about it, he simply squeezed next to Chen Hao and tried to grab the drone in his arms.
Chen Hao was furious: "What are you doing, Brother Mo Shi! This is my prop!"
Mo Shi chuckled and said, "Let's use it together~"
Chen Hao defended it tightly: "No! I won't give it to you!"
Seeing that he didn't let go, Mo Shi went up to grab it.
The two men fought each other.
The camera at the door clicked.
Chen Hao:!!!
Ahhh, he didn’t even pose!!!
The cafeteria uncle who was in charge of taking pictures looked at the picture in the camera happily: "Not bad, the photo is very good~"
Chen Hao: TT
What's good about it? It's so ugly!
Feeling resentful, Chen Hao was so angry that he put down the drone and wanted to hit Mo Shi who was hiding his smile beside him.
"It's all your fault!!! I need to take the photo again!"
As Chen Hao wished, the uncle took a few more photos of them. Chen Hao had a different look in each photo, which made the others laugh.
Taking the camera back, Chen Hao looked through the photos one by one.
He watched intently, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Suddenly, after looking through all the photos, he looked up with a smile and said, "When I have the chance in the future, I'm going to print out all these photos! Then I'll make them into frames and hang them at home!"
He wanted to share his words with everyone.
But when he looked carefully, he found that Song Yue, who was in the protagonist position, had disappeared at some point.
His expression was slightly startled, then he tried to smile and walked out: "Let's go, let's go, it's time to get back to work!"
He turned around very quickly and his steps seemed light.
But in the eyes of Yuanyuan, Mo Shi and others in the yard, he was clearly forcing a smile and trying to use his back to cover up the sadness that was difficult to conceal on his face.
The author has something to say:
I broke my promise. Today is not the last chapter of the dungeon. It will be tomorrow...
I always get the word count wrong, damn it!
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