The split guy imported the drawing into the base's internal system, but couldn't find such a person. However, he did discover that Wang Hao's wife and brother-in-law were both in their base.
The base commander sent him to investigate the matter, and his special ability is indeed more suitable for dealing with people.
"You mean, he's dead?" the split-up guy asked incredulously.
The Chu siblings suggested that they talk while eating, taking the opportunity to freeload. They nodded as they wolfed down their food.
There's only one restaurant in Base Five right now, and business is terrible. Right now, it's just the three of them here.
The split-up guy switched back to the gentle guy mode and asked, "How did he die?"
"He was bitten to death by a zombie, right?" Chu Yang blurted out.
Chu Rongrong nodded in agreement, gulped down a glass of tasteless water, sighed deeply, and her face was full of the joy of rain after a long drought.
Three days before the apocalypse began, she refused to drink anything but Yi Yun's water. Now, however, she drinks water made by a water-type ability user as if it were nectar, and she is careful not to spill a single drop.
Compared to when she first appeared in the apocalypse, she had gone from being slender and plump to being skin and bones. Her clothes hung loosely on her body, and she had to tuck the hem of her clothes in and hug her arms to keep out the wind.
Her cheeks were sunken, her cheekbones were prominent, and her pupils were dim, unconsciously carrying a humble and ingratiating air, her eyes full of wanton charm.
It was already very cold, but she was still dressed very thinly, wearing a tattered cotton vest that she had picked up from somewhere, which emitted a pungent odor.
Zhou Shuai got tired of her, and the supplies he had saved weren't enough to support the two good-for-nothings. During the days when Chu Yang had a fever, he dumped her.
The siblings had no skills to make a living and couldn't endure hardship, so in order to survive, they took on the most despicable job in their timeline: selling their bodies.
There are no powerful female superhumans in the base, but there are always some with unique sexual orientations, so Chu Yang doesn't need to worry about not having any survivors.
"Are you sure he's really dead? When did he die?"
Chu Rongrong suddenly stopped swallowing and stared at an apple in a girl's hand outside the window, her eyes filled with dazed longing.
The gentle man glanced at it and asked the waiter to bring over two apples.
These things are now equivalent to the abalone, shark fin, and king crab of old Australia. To avoid them rotting in the kitchen, they have to be picked and sold on the spot, which raises the price again.
For the sake of Wang Hao's news... I should go back and ask the base chief for reimbursement.
Chu Yang took a big bite of the apple, while Chu Rongrong watched it with tears in her eyes, muttering to herself as she answered her gentle older brother's question.
“On the third day after the apocalypse began, he went out to find food for us and didn’t come back. If he had nothing to do, he wouldn’t have stayed away.”
Chu Yang muttered, "Wang Hao, my brother-in-law, is very capable. If he were here, my sister and I wouldn't be suffering like this."
Upon receiving the answer, the mild-mannered man's heart nearly stopped. He scratched his head in frustration and transformed into a grumpy old man on the spot.
Undeterred, he asked, "Could it be that he abandoned you?"
"Impossible. He loves me so much, he would never abandon me. If I want to eat cantaloupe, he will bring it back for me. He would never abandon me."
After hearing what she said, the irritable guy was speechless. He thought to himself, "What kind of idiot is this? It's the apocalypse, it's so dangerous outside, why don't they think about taking more filling food to reduce the number of times they go out? Cantaloupe? It's heavy, hard to preserve, and not filling at all."
Do you have a whole ocean in your head? If you put a faucet on your forehead, all water-type ability users would be out of a job.
If he encountered such an idiot, he would rather be a jerk than not dump her.
"Do you know someone named Simon Hui?"
Chu Yang hurriedly replied, "I know him, I know him, he's my college classmate."
Do Wang Hao and Simon Hui know each other?
“My sister doesn’t even know Ximen, so there’s even less reason for her brother-in-law to know him. Brother, what’s wrong? You didn’t see my brother-in-law, did you? Is he still alive?” Chu Yang’s eyes were full of anticipation and excitement.
Chu Rongrong hesitated and asked, "Did you come to find us because of that mission in the mission hall?"
"Um."
Chu Rongrong thought for a moment, then took out her phone from her pocket. It was the latest model of Fruity from before the apocalypse, but like its owner, it had suffered the ravages of the apocalypse and aged prematurely.
She searched for a long time before finally finding Wang Hao, who was smiling and squeezed in the back among a bunch of selfies. Apart from that, she hadn't even saved any wedding photos.
Looking at the large and small bags Wang Hao was carrying, she once again missed his kindness, and tears gradually welled up in her eyes.
"This is me, my husband, also named Wang Hao."
The grumpy guy: It looks somewhat similar, but...
Is there a non-beautified version?
He never expected that the disheveled woman in front of him was actually a goddess-level beauty in the photo album. He couldn't tell whether it was due to makeup, one of the three great evil arts of Asia, or beauty cameras, or the destruction of beauties by the apocalypse.
Chu Rongrong blushed and hurriedly started searching, but couldn't find it anywhere. She then knocked on Chu Yang's phone, who was engrossed in licking his plate, and found two photos on his phone.
The irritable guy's gaze towards the two of them suddenly became subtle.
I think I get it now, this Wang Hao is a simp.
He didn't actually believe that this sycophant Wang Hao was the person he was looking for.
The name Wang Hao has a very high rate of being duplicated; their base alone can find 339 people with the same name, and there are countless others with the same pronunciation.
The probability of finding something that is both homophonous and identical in appearance is even lower than winning the lottery.
The hot-tempered guy would rather believe he could win the lottery than believe that this sycophant Wang Hao was the genius who ruined Ximen Hui's "space ability".
He asked many more questions, such as what color Wang Hao liked, what he liked to do, and what friends and enemies he had... He could tell at a glance whether the two were answering seriously or giving evasive answers, and sadly, they were giving evasive answers.
After sending the photos of Wang Hao to his phone via MMS, he paid the bill with the crystal cores, not caring whether they had finished eating or not, and eagerly parted ways with the siblings. After returning home, he couldn't wait to grab a technician.
"Didn't we previously compile a list of types of superpowers? Are there any superpowers that allow you to transform into someone else?"
"No way, I've never heard of that. What's the use of that ability, to infiltrate the zombies as a spy?"
"What are you waiting for? Just check it out, what if it's true?"
After a while, the technician showed him the computer and said helplessly, "There really isn't one."
"Could it be that it wasn't reported?"
"Now, each base believes that garbage is a resource in the wrong place, and that every kind of superpower can be put to a use. They provide certain benefits, and it is impossible for someone to have a superpower but not report it."
The hot-tempered guy didn't believe in superstitions, but he had no choice but to accept them, so he went back and told the base commander about the situation.
After listening to him, the base commander pondered for a moment and said, "Excluding all the impossibilities, I'm inclined to believe he's still alive. I'll contact the other bases."
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