Chapter 66 A Grateful Heart.
The tent had been put up, and vague outlines of buildings, high and low, could be seen in the night.
The original psychics in District 10 were gagged and tied together. Shu Lan went to see them first. The flashlight swept across the sad or resentful faces. Those who had been hungry for a day did not seem to be completely convinced.
She was not in a hurry because she had also taken some time to smooth out the edges of the people in District 8.
She planned to go to the tent to say hello to Zhong Mei, go to the space to rest with Shu Maomao, and come back tomorrow morning.
As a result, just as I walked near the tent, my eyes suddenly lit up. The searchlights originally used to deal with zombies were arranged in a circle, illuminating the dark crowd in the middle.
A middle-aged man with half a bald head was waving his hands in front of the crowd with a megaphone, shouting: "Ready, sing! I came from chance——"
A neat and loud singing sounded.
"I came from chance, like a speck of dust. Does anyone see my fragility..."
Amidst the song, a passionate and emotional male voice rang out: "Dear Commander Qin Xiaoshuang, we have all heard how, over the past year, under the dual attacks of zombies and natural disasters, you have led everyone with your frail body, struggling to survive until today."
The song also turned into a bass: "Although the world is vast, this road is difficult to walk. I have seen all the hardships in this world..."
The man cried out, "Commander, you took away my superpowers, but you brought hope to all ordinary people. You are so selfless, so great. We admire you, love you, and hold you in our hearts."
Shu Lan opened her mouth slightly, revealing a blank expression for the first time. A bold question mark seemed to appear above her head: Who? Me?
"You have taught us through your own actions that people can be knocked down, but never defeated. From now on, we will also use our tiny and insignificant strength to burn ourselves, forge ahead, and together with you, illuminate the future of mankind! A grateful heart——"
The singing suddenly took a sharp turn, almost shouting out: "Thank you for being with me all my life, and giving me the courage to be myself!!"
At this time, Ji Xin led several young boys forward, knelt on one knee, and shouted loudly with tears in his eyes: "Commander, you have worked hard this year!"
Then he kowtowed three times.
Shu Lan: “…”
Shu Maomao: "..."
He felt a little regretful. He heard the arrangements made by these people but didn't take them seriously.
Shu Lan turned around blankly and saw Zhong Mei covering her face in the corner, pretending she didn't exist, Fang Botao trying hard to suppress a smile, and Su Zhen who was equally speechless.
The song "Thank You" was finally finished, and thunderous applause broke out in the audience.
Under the gazes of countless people, Shu Lan waved her finger at the man who was leading the group with a megaphone.
The man walked over, a bright and ingratiating smile on his face. "Commander, my name is Zhou Dahu. This thanksgiving meeting tonight will definitely motivate everyone. I will definitely work hard with you from now on."
Shu Lan said calmly, "Give me the speaker."
Zhou Dahu handed the speaker to her. Shu Lan turned it on, took a deep breath, curled her lips, and scolded with a forced smile: "You ate too much tonight, didn't you! I asked you to come up with ideas, but you're just flattering me and singing "Thank You". What's the point of being grateful? Go back to bed!"
The crowded crowd immediately scattered like birds and beasts, retreating into their tents and whispering to each other.
"I told you this wouldn't work."
"Your commander is truly heartless. I was moved to tears, yet she remained indifferent."
Shu Lan knocked Ji Xin on the head with the loudspeaker: "Get up, you're just joining in the fun."
Ji Xin stood up and said awkwardly, "Commander, are you angry?"
Shu Lan forced herself to be serious and said, "You guys are sick! You scared me, and you too!"
She pointed at Zhou Dahu, who looked nervous, and finally couldn't hold it in any longer. Her eyebrows curved and she chuckled: "You did a great job. You are a talented person."
In the end, Shu Lan gave Zhou Dahu ten pears as a reward. Regardless of whether the Thanksgiving meeting was useful or not, it was good to warm up the originally lifeless people after drinking chicken soup.
After entering the space, Shu Lan couldn't help laughing when she thought about what happened in the evening.
I can't say I was moved, it was just too funny. The last time she saw such a scene was when she was in elementary school. The students knelt in front of their parents and shouted, "Mom and Dad, you've worked hard."
Shu Maomao burned everything Lin Yi had used and was directing him to place new furniture.
Shu Lan came out of the shower, humming, "A grateful heart, thank you for being there."
Shu Maomao: "...Mommy, please stop singing. This song keeps playing in my head."
Shu Lan couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, baby, it's on Mommy's mind too."
The system appeared from the air and asked timidly: "Host, do you need help connecting the speakers to listen to other songs?"
"OK."
Since Lin Yi's death, this egg has become much more well-behaved and will actively demonstrate its functions.
Shu Lan leaned back on the sofa she had seen in the afternoon, narrowed her eyes, and asked, "System, will Lin Yi be reborn again?"
System: "On this timeline, Lin Yi has been confirmed to be unable to be resurrected."
"This timeline?"
"Yes, there are many timelines, they are like parallel lines in a musical score, and we all belong here."
Shu Lan suddenly understood: "So his rebirth wasn't a step backward in time? Instead, it was a journey from one timeline to another, carrying his memories with him?"
"Yes, time on the same axis can only move forward, not backward."
"Then how do you explain the ability to recall?"
"Replace the same thing from another timeline, but be careful. Frequent and extensive use of the ability to rewind can cause serious paradoxes in the timeline, leading to confusion in the memories of the person rewinding."
"Paradox?"
"It refers to bizarre events with no causal connection, such as objects suddenly disappearing from view, people suddenly dying, or having memories of something that everyone around you says never happened."
Shu Lan muttered to herself, "I was wondering, how did Jiang He know me? It turns out the memories from the other timeline are messed up. So, Shu Maomao, you should use your retrospective ability less."
The system said: "Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change. If the host uses the backtracking time for no more than one sun and moon cycle each time, that is, 24 hours, it will not cause qualitative change."
Shu Lan asked doubtfully, "Huh? That's not right. Jiang He's limit is half an hour. She can't go back a day. Is it because of too much frequent memory that her memory is confused?"
"The system can only explain existing vocabulary, not specific cases. To be honest, it wasn't until I met the host, Shu Maomao, that I learned that plunderers could take away the ownership of the system. Before that, the explanation of the plundering ability I knew about wasn't as detailed as this."
"It's okay, just tell me what you know. At least I can confirm that the eternal night stage that Jiang He mentioned is not nonsense, but something that will happen in another timeline in her chaotic memory."
Shu Maomao listened for a long time and said depressedly: "Mommy, I don't quite understand what you are saying."
Shu Lan smiled and touched his head: "You are such a smart child. I will explain it to you briefly and you will understand."
She now has a bold guess that Anselin is also a person who has been reborn with memories. She does not kill the surrendered survivors, but drives them to a place and forces them to build an underground base in preparation for the coming eternal night.
The most powerful zombie king is a friendly force. Who would believe such a ridiculous thing if I told them?
Shu Lan began to feel sorry for Anselin. When she saw Anselin again, she would say to the Zombie King on behalf of all mankind: "Thank you for being here."
…
More than two hundred kilometers away, a female zombie in a red dress stood in front of the shivering survivors of District 13. The searchlight, which was still working, occasionally swept across her cold face.
"Either hand over the crystal core and surrender to District 9, or become zombies. Make your choice."
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