Chapter 84 Good things.
The world now has one more person who needs comfort, and many more people who are disappointed because they cannot fulfill their dream of having three thousand beauties in the harem.
Lu Xingyao didn't expect the predators to move so quickly. He silently followed his daughter's dejected back as she left. He wanted to speak but didn't know where to start.
He knew the truth from the beginning, but couldn't tell anyone around him, and couldn't stop it from happening? It would be better to be ignorant like everyone else, at least he wouldn't be so depressed now.
Lu Qinghe noticed someone following her, turned around and asked in confusion, "Dad, you look so weird, do you have something to say?"
"No, I saw you were unhappy, so I came to chat with you."
Lu Qinghe pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I'm not particularly unhappy. It's not a useful ability anyway. Every time I use it to create dreams, they wake up and find that all the beautiful things were just illusions. They become even sadder than before. Some people even become addicted to it, chasing me every day to ask me to create them. They wish they could live in a false dream every day. I can't figure out whether I'm helping them or hurting them."
Lu Xingyao said firmly and forcefully: "Helping people, you are helping people!"
What a tongue-tied father! Lu Qinghe smiled, took a step back and walked side by side with him: "Old Lu, your face was so dark last night. Did you feel that without your supernatural powers, the sky would fall if you, the tall one, fell? Now, everyone has become a dwarf, and you are the tallest one, and you have to hold up the top again. Oh, my father is really a great hero who stands tall and proud."
Lu Xingyao was amused by her, and his eyes were full of love and doting when he looked at her: "What kind of hero am I? What kind of hero would surrender immediately when seeing an enemy he can't defeat?"
Lu Qinghe took his arm and said, "A hero is not judged by how many people he can defeat, but by how many people he can save. In my heart, you are the most powerful hero."
She quickly let go. "Your arms are all sweaty. I won't stick to you. How come I haven't heard any gunshots for so long tonight? Oh my God, it's over, Dad. The angel who protected us is gone!"
The collective disappearance of the giant monsters quickly caused a sensation. Everyone stood up and looked at the empty distance in panic.
The messengers of God are the main force to resist the zombies tonight. If even they are gone, what should we do with so many people?
"Where is Qin Xiaoshuang? Ask her what's going on."
Shu Lan got out of Lu Xingyao's car, holding the sleepy little boy in her hand, and shouted, "I'm here! I'm here! It's okay, don't be afraid. The disappearance of the divine messenger means that the zombies in this area have been eaten up and they have gone to find food elsewhere."
"Really? You're not lying to us, are you?"
Every time she heard this kind of talk, Shu Lan would complain in her heart: Why do you always ask the same question several times? If you really want to lie to me, how could you possibly tell me the truth if I ask you one more time?
"Really, really, don't worry. Based on my experience, I won't see any zombies tonight. I'm going to bed. If you're scared, just watch outside for a while."
She raised her hand and yawned, "Commander Lu, we'll stay in your car for one night."
Lu Xingyao replied blankly: "Oh, oh, okay."
Shu Lan took her son back to the car, leaving the people in District 12 looking at each other in bewilderment.
Lu Xingyao looked back at the city shrouded in silence and darkness, and finally waved his hand: "The gun team will take turns standing guard, and the others will sleep."
Apart from placing all his trust in Qin Xiaoshuang, he had no other options.
Usually the back seat of the car was Lu Qinghe's bed, and she didn't mind giving it to the mother and son. After helping her father arrange his work, she walked to the side of the car with a flashlight, moved quietly, opened the passenger door, and prepared to stay in the passenger seat for a few hours.
The flashlight beam swept across something on the seat, and Lu Qinghe's eyes, which were about to close due to fatigue, suddenly opened as wide as possible.
What was this? Was she seeing things? There was a whole bunch of grapes on the seat?!
Lu Qinghe's heart was beating like a drum. She didn't know why this thing appeared here. She leaned in and shone it on the back seat, wanting to ask Qin Xiaoshuang if it was her masterpiece, but there was no one in the back seat at all.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then murmured, "What the hell... Where's the person?"
Under the grapes lay a clean piece of white paper. Lu Qinghe pulled it out. There were two different kinds of words on it. One was written in a neat, precise handwriting, as if measured with a ruler: "Mistake."
Another, more playful font read: "Come back at dawn, don't look for me."
Lu Qinghe originally thought that the disappearance of living people and the transformation into grapes were bizarre enough. When she took the paper to her father to show him, his attitude was also strangely calm. He tore up the paper and stuffed it into his pocket: "Go back and eat, go to sleep, and pretend nothing happened."
Lu Qinghe was at a loss: "Ah? But this... Old Lu, that Qin Xiaoshuang obviously has another secret. You know, but you don't tell me, right?"
Lu Xingyao said helplessly, "I can't tell you now. She said everyone will know tomorrow when we get there. Anyway, it's a good thing, not a bad thing."
"Why..." She started to ask, but when she saw Lu Xingyao's bloodshot eyes, she felt it was unnecessary: "Forget it, I won't ask anymore. I'm going to sleep. I'll drive tomorrow."
Lu Qinghe went back with doubts in her heart. The grapes were still there. She ate half of them and put the other half in a bag and placed it in Lu Xingyao's place.
She went to the back seat and lay down with the car door open as usual. She almost fainted as soon as she closed her eyes until she was awakened by the loud noise.
"Come, each of you has a steamed bun, fill up the kettle with water, and then we'll set off after you finish eating."
"Hurry up and clear the power grid. We've already arranged who will ride and who will walk. Let's try to cover as much ground as possible before the sun gets too hot!"
Lu Qinghe sat up and walked out of the car in a daze.
Not far away, the gentle Qin Xiaoshuang was talking to a group of women with a smile on her face. Her son was holding a comic book in his hand, and three children who grew up in District 12 were surrounding him, enthusiastically telling him the cause and effect of the comic.
Lu Qinghe was stunned. The picture was so vivid, as if she had returned to the world before the zombie outbreak and saw the scene in the community playground.
When did Qin Xiaoshuang come back? She wasn't woken up by the gunfire last night. Did they survive until dawn without any superpowers?
She was just confused when Lu Xingyao, who had stayed up all night, came over, handed her breakfast and water, and said, "Wash your face and get ready to go."
Lu Qinghe simply brushed her teeth with water, rubbed her face, and her confused mind became slightly clearer.
Watching the mother and son walk over and get into the car, she had a thousand things she wanted to ask, but with so many people coming and going around, it felt inappropriate for her to ask anything. Finally, she squeezed out a dry, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Shu Lan smiled, not wanting to explain the grapes, the note, or her disappearance. "It's okay. Okay, baby, we're getting in the car. Return the book to your brother and borrow from him again later."
The little boy from District 12 said cheerfully, "It's okay! I've already read it, brother, take it and read it."
"Thank you, little one."
Qin Xiaoshuang really looks like a gentle mother. Lu Qinghe thought, so what she hid from everyone must be a good thing.
District 12, having finally replenished its energy with a good sleep, advanced rapidly under the scorching sun. At four or five o'clock, according to the usual practice, they should have stopped to set up electric grids and defense lines, but the commander insisted on continuing to move forward.
Despite their doubts and anxieties, everyone still followed orders and ran at full speed towards the unknown destination. An hour and a half later, the sunset glowed brightly in the sky, and the people from District 12 stopped in front of a row of plants that emitted a strong stench of corpses.
Shu Lan took Shu Maomao out of the car and let out a sigh.
The car was so crowded that it almost shook my bones apart.
She stood in front of the tired and expectant crowd, with her back to the setting sun, slowly put on a smile and raised the loudspeaker.
"What lies before you is the new District 9 base, where we will all live together from now on. It's no exaggeration to say that here, you'll have no worries about food and drink, and it's absolutely safe. You don't have to worry about zombie invasions, day or night."
The people in District 12 cheered, "Oh! That's great!"
Shu Lan made a "hush" gesture and waited for the crowd to return to silence before continuing, "But before that, I must first tell you my true identity: the God of Destruction. Open the door."
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