Chapter 111: Making dumplings!
The zombies are so powerful, and humans are still harming each other. Jing Hongyu felt a lot of emotions in his heart, and finally turned into a sigh: "Alas."
Owl said, "I've always wondered how a young woman, with such a small child, could survive in a world full of zombies while being wanted by the survivors' base."
Jing Hongyu curled his lips and said, "Brother, you were sold and you're still counting money for others. She killed people and robbed cars in the apocalypse, cheated people and stole things, and emptied your cellar. You're still worried about how she will survive."
"But she had many opportunities to kill us and then occupy that relatively safe hill without having to flee everywhere, but she didn't do it."
"Maybe you're not sure? Or maybe it's too late?"
"No matter how unsure you are, five people with special abilities are easier to deal with than all the zombies in the world."
Jing Hongyu was somewhat convinced: "That makes sense. It shows that she is more conscientious than the thieves in our base. And I remember that the four people she killed were not good people either. They were a bunch of wretched men. They even took advantage of Senior Sister Ji Lan. But they have many relatives and friends, so it is a headache. Senior Sister Ji Lan..."
Jing Hongyu lowered his head and said, "Those left in the base are not very powerful psychics. I can't understand why Senior Sister Ji Lan, with her cautious personality, would make such a risky decision."
The owl was silent for a moment, then said, "Women are hard to understand."
Jing Hongyu let out a soft chuckle, "You spoke the truth."
After a while, it became pitch black outside the car window. Jing Hongyu looked at the half face reflected in the window, which had become hideous due to burns.
From the crushing defeat to returning to deal with the troublemakers in the base, he had no time to feel sad about his disfigurement.
Jing Hongyu said, “It’s time for us to go to District 9.
The owl said, "But it will take some time for your injuries to fully recover."
"As long as you can move and use your supernatural powers, that's enough. If you stay where you are, I don't have the ability to manage people, and people will only become more restless day by day. It's better to go sooner rather than later."
He left in too haste before and he still owed Ji Lan an apology.
There is no medicine for regret in the world. Even if he apologizes for his wrong decision, it cannot change the outcome that has already been decided.
But Jing Hongyu felt that he should explain it earlier that the sentence was just an excuse to convince her, and not his sincere thoughts. He should not let his momentary emotions create an unbridgeable gap in the friendship between him and Ji Lan, which had been through thick and thin for so many years.
After returning to the base, Jing Hongyu quickly sorted out the personnel and supplies, taking away as much as possible, and set off in large and small bags and large and small vehicles.
Halfway through the journey, everyone found that the journey was not as difficult as they had imagined. The dark shadows that always attacked humans in groups after nightfall were now just a few scattered or solitary stragglers.
Everyone was wondering: Why does it feel like there are fewer zombies?
Not long after, they encountered a zombie army led by a high-level zombie. The situation instantly became tense and both sides stopped.
The lead-gray clouds were hanging very low, and the cold, knife-like north wind blew across everyone's face, and everyone's expression was filled with vigilance and hostility.
They have similar appearances, but the difference is that the zombies' pupils are dilated, their skin is bluish-white and pale, they have obvious wounds that cannot heal, and their clothes are stained with blood.
Humans are healthy, clean, have plump skin and rosy faces.
The leader of the high-level zombies was a short, fat, middle-aged man. He asked, "Are you going to District 9?"
Jing Hongyu replied: "Yes."
"Do you have a crystal core on you?"
"No, they are all left at the base in District 15."
"Got it. Now is the truce period. You guys keep going forward. Don't think of attacking us unless you all want to join the zombies."
After a few brief exchanges, the hearts of the people in District 15 were in their throats. They watched with stiff necks as the group of zombies that had once been their nightmare left in another direction before they dared to make a sound to break the thrilling and terrifying atmosphere.
"Am I dreaming? The zombies didn't attack us, and they even talked to us like humans."
"Zombies are originally human..."
"It's unbelievable. He just left after saying that. He didn't show any intention of fighting. I thought I was going to die here today."
Jing Hongyu asked the psychics to maintain their original protective formation and waited for a while. Only after confirming that the zombies did not circle back to attack did he announce that they should continue moving forward.
In fact, if a fight really breaks out, the human side, which includes a large number of ordinary people with no fighting power, does not have the advantage.
But it is really hard to believe that those high-level zombies led the ordinary zombies and just left when they met them in person because of the truce announced by the Zombie King.
They only care about the crystal cores, and it seems that they intend to use the crystal cores to restore all zombies to their sanity. No wonder there are fewer and fewer ordinary zombies wandering around at night.
The next morning, Jing Hongyu looked at the city that had been quiet all night, asked someone to take out the radio and debug it, and took the initiative to contact the deserter leader who was despised by everyone.
"This is District 15, Jing Hongyu, calling the commander of District 9. Please reply if you get it."
The faint sound of the radio echoed in the empty room, and the message did not receive an immediate response.
Not long after, as the sun blanketed the earth with warmth, a joyful male voice suddenly emerged from nowhere: "Our commander said today is Lunar New Year's Eve, so everyone should have the day off. Let's make dumplings together! Big dumplings! Big dumplings with cabbage and pork filling!"
Even if he didn't say which district he was from, anyone who heard him could tell which district he was from without having to use their toes to guess.
District 9, a place where people inexplicably celebrate the New Year after humans were defeated by zombies.
If you hear some sleep talking too many times, you will feel the urge to dream along with it.
Jing Hongyu, who was standing by the radio, picked up the microphone and said, "District Nine, this is Jing Hongyu, commander of District Fifteen. I'd like to speak to your commander, Qin Xiaoshuang."
Zhou Dahu, who was in the radio room in District 9, heard it clearly and turned to the base's loudspeaker on the other side, shouting, "Commander, there's a guy in District 15 looking for you."
Shu Lan patted the flour off her hands and looked at Shu Maomao.
Shu Maomao sat on a high chair, kneading a small piece of dough carefully. He said he wanted to roll out a perfect round dumpling wrapper.
Shu Lan was touched and couldn't bear to interrupt his concentration. She glanced at the broadcasting room not far away and thought it should be okay to be apart for a while.
"Mommy goes upstairs, you play here."
As a result, after walking a few steps, Shu Maomao put down the dough and followed him.
Shu Lan teased him, "Master Maomao, why do you have to follow me like a little tail?"
Shu Maomao trotted over to her and imitated her seriously, "Mommy, why are you following me like a little tail?"
Shu Lan couldn't stop laughing because of his amusing behavior.
"Look how smart you are."
Entering the broadcasting room, Shu Lan asked Zhou Dahu to make dumplings, sat down on a chair, and picked up the microphone: "This is Qin Xiaoshuang. If you have something to say, please talk. If not, bye. I don't provide any chatting services."
"I'm Jing Hongyu, the commander of District 15. Half of the base left for District 9 ahead of schedule. Have they arrived safely?"
Shu Lan's eyes flickered slightly.
The surname Jing is rare, and the name happens to have the same pronunciation, plus he has such a young and clear voice.
Shu Lan suspected that the so-called commander of District 15 might be Jing Hongyu, whom she knew and who had been cheated out of 10,000 yuan by her.
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