Chapter 40 Do you know me?
Shu Lan's smile slowly disappeared, her voice still soft and calm: "Do you know me?"
She hasn't used her real name since a long time ago, and now there are only a few people who can call her Shu Lan except Shu Maomao.
Moreover, Shu Lan had never seen Jiang He before, nor had she ever been to District 9.
Jiang He seemed to have truly gone mad. He didn't answer Shu Lan's question, but kept spouting confusing sentences: "That's not true. I can live to the Eternal Night stage. I can! It's too early to stray away..."
Shu Lan heard a new word: "What is the Eternal Night Stage?"
Jiang He's eyes suddenly widened and she glared at Shu Lan with hatred as if poisoned, as if the person in front of her was her greatest enemy in her life. If she hadn't been so badly injured that she couldn't sit up, she would probably have attacked Shu Lan by now.
"It must be because you're still alive. The plunderers and you, both of you will die a miserable death!"
Shu Lan's eyes instantly turned cold, and she said, "Baby, don't take her ability first, just kill her."
Shu Maomao put his hand on Jiang He's head, and dark brown mucus appeared in the air like bubbles, falling on Jiang He's face, forming an airtight liquid mask.
Jiang He struggled and twitched on the bed for nearly three minutes, his hands and feet gradually becoming limp, and his heaving body became calm.
Shu Lan placed her hand on Jiang He's slowly weakening pulse, and after confirming that it had stopped, she said, "It's okay."
Shu Maomao took back the mucus, and Jiang He's pulse began to beat rapidly, but she fell into a coma again and did not open her eyes or speak nonsense.
Just like what Zhong Mei said, Jiang He is a person who can't die. He must have automatically used time rewind again just now.
But from the moment Jiang He said the word "plunderer", she was already a person doomed to die in Shu Lan's eyes. She didn't even have the patience to ask Jiang He where he got the information from, and what the Eternal Night stage was.
About half an hour later, Zhong Mei came back, holding a large bottle filled with water. She pulled out three compressed biscuits from her coat pocket and said, "People are going crazy looting outside. Here are the remaining food I hid in the cupboard. I'll give it to you."
Shu Lan looked at Zhong Mei, who was teaching her everything, and frowned slightly. She took the biscuit and asked, "What about you?"
Zhong Mei sat next to her on the ground, hugging her legs, her chin resting on her knees. She said tiredly, "I don't want to eat anymore. My brother was one of the combat-type esper who died that night. I used to rely on him for food. I just walked around outside and didn't see his body. He must have become a zombie. I'll go find the commander when he wakes up. If he turns into a zombie on the way, he and I will be a family again."
Zhong Mei exudes a faint sense of doom. His voice is flat when he speaks, as if his edges have been smoothed out by disasters and he seems indifferent to everything.
Shu Lan thought of Anselin. She patted Zhong Mei's arm and said, "I have a suggestion. There are a lot of dead zombies out there right now. Go dig out the crystal cores in their heads. If there are any, keep them. Find your brother and have him eat them. After he advances, he will regain consciousness, and you two will be able to recognize each other. He might even continue to protect you."
Zhong Mei raised her head again and looked at Shu Lan in surprise: "You dare to suggest raising high-level zombies? You are so brave!"
Shu Lan curled her lips and said, "It's up to you whether you want to listen or not."
She tore open the package of compressed biscuits, put it to Shu Maomao's mouth and let him take a bite.
Shu Maomao chewed it twice with an expressionless face, then turned around and spit it out: "Mommy, this is a stone, you can't eat it."
Shu Lan laughed: "Hahahaha..."
Zhong Mei couldn't help but raise a very shallow smile: "Your son is so cute, where is his father?"
Okay, here comes this question again, and it just so happens that she has prepared a fresh plot this time.
Shu Lan's face fell, and she slapped her thigh and cursed, "That damn scumbag, I get angry just mentioning him. After we entered District 8, he hooked up with a woman with spatial abilities. At first, he said he felt sorry for her, but then he ended up taking her to bed. The other day, when I came home from outside, my son was sitting by the door, and they were dating inside. I didn't say anything, pretending not to mind, and then I secretly got up that night to cut his hair."
Zhong Mei was stunned when she heard this: "Cut...?"
Shu Lan nodded. "I cut it. Everyone called me a vicious woman and kicked me out of District 8. He even wanted to snatch my son from me. How could I let him? I beat him up and took our Maomao with me and wandered around the world."
Shu Maomao sat down, silently holding up his little face and listening to her nonsense.
Zhong Mei said sympathetically, "If you hadn't been kicked out, you probably wouldn't have come to us."
"Hey," Shu Lan said, "My situation is nothing. Look at it from a positive perspective. Everyone is suffering the same way. There will be more and more high-level zombies, but not more mutants. Do you think District 8 won't fall? It's only a matter of time."
Zhong Mei thought about it and felt that what she said made sense. "Well, I'll try to save the commander again. If not, I'll pick up some crystal cores and go find my brother. Qin Xiaoshuang, our base's warehouse is two hundred meters left of the air-raid shelter. There's a house with a red roof. There's some rice and flour in it. There's a greenhouse to the right. You should hurry and get it, otherwise there won't be anything left."
Shu Lan asked, "Does anyone in your base have spatial abilities?"
Zhong Mei said, "Yes, there is a person with spatial abilities. His space is a sub-zero environment, a vacuum. Many foods suitable for frozen storage are stored in his space. For example, we raise clean meat and vegetables that are diced and ready to cook. These are usually used as rewards for people with abilities."
"Is he still alive?"
"I don't know. He didn't hide in our air-raid shelter."
Shu Lan felt a little regretful and stood up: "I'm going to go out first and check the warehouse. If you want to find me, go over there."
"good."
Shu Lan walked to the entrance of the air-raid shelter and found that her electric scooter had been taken away by someone.
But it’s okay, there’s not much power left anyway.
In the warehouse that Zhong Mei mentioned, people who had just escaped were crowding inside to grab rice and flour.
Shu Lan sat on the steps opposite, nibbling on compressed biscuits while watching everyone arguing over how to allocate the existing resources, and finally coming to blows. It was as if time had gone back to when the virus had just broken out and everyone rushed into the supermarket to grab things.
After finishing the biscuit, she took out a blood-soaked tissue from her backpack and handed it to Shu Maomao.
Shu Maomao pinched it gently and spread out his palm. Shu Lan placed the empty compressed biscuit bag in his palm. About ten minutes later, Shu Maomao took out a complete biscuit.
He said, "It will take as long as it takes to go back."
Shu Lan said, "Okay, now we have endless cookies."
Shu Maomao threw the biscuits into the space without mercy. He didn't really want to eat stone-like biscuits forever.
Not long after, Zhong Mei appeared on the road with heavy steps, walked over dejectedly, and sat next to Shu Lan again. The two adults and one child sat in a row and chatted again.
She still had that dying tone: "Our main commander just died."
Shu Lan sighed: "My condolences, everyone will die one day."
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