Chapter 91 Party.
The neat and loud applause was carried by the night wind into the corner of the old house with broken walls and windows, and into the ears of Zhou Yan, who seemed to have merged with the darkness.
Two months ago, he crossed half of the city, exhausted all his fighting spirit and hope, and began to doubt his life.
On the way to escape from District 12, he assembled ammunition day and night. Everyone respectfully called him Teacher Zhou. He had the highest status in the entire base and had a separate RV for work and rest.
Zhou Yan originally thought that after the news of his departure spread, the commander who admired him would bring a large number of people whose superpowers had been plundered out to follow him.
The result was not what they expected. Everyone seemed to be extremely tolerant. Even when the robbers ordered them around, they did not show any of the necessary courage and resistance.
After anger, extreme misunderstanding and a long period of confusion, Zhou Yan began to walk back.
He hid not far from the base. Whenever he heard the sound of someone passing by, he would pretend to show up casually, letting them know he was still alive, and wait for them to ask him why he had left the group.
They saw him, but only glanced at him, and nothing more. After searching the garbage dump of the city for useful clothes and tools, they left one after another, returning to the place ruled by bandits.
Only Zhou Yan was left like a lonely ghost with nowhere to go.
A group of ungrateful and ungrateful people. They treat him like a god when they need him, but treat him like air when they don't!
After being ignored again and again, Zhou Yan finally saw the sharp and hurtful reality in the long loneliness and the pain and anger that repeatedly tortured his nerves.
His existence was not as important as he imagined.
In addition to applause, there was also faint music coming from the distance, and it was so lively that it seemed like the world in the image.
What are those people...doing?
"The first program was a duet of 'Heart Rain' performed by our catering queen, Ms. Wang Yilian, and her partner Qian Cheng."
The accompaniment sounded melodiously, and Sister Wang walked slowly onto the stage holding the microphone, her head held high and her chest puffed out, wearing a beautiful and elegant sky-blue dress.
Opposite her, a middle-aged man in a formal suit and tie slowly walked to the center of the stage, joined hands with Sister Wang, and bowed to the audience.
Shu Lan picked up the loudspeaker and said, "Applause!"
“Pah pah pah…”
The people in the audience applauded excitedly.
The accompaniment music sounded melodiously, Sister Wang raised the microphone and sang confidently.
"My thoughts are like an untouchable net, and my thoughts are no longer like a broken sea..."
Shu Lan smiled and glanced at the radio station not far from the stage.
At this moment, the beautiful singing on the stage is being converted into electrical signals by machines, amplified, passed through antennas, and sent to all parts of the world in the form of electromagnetic waves.
Of course good things should be shared.
Wang Jie's partner spoke in a resonant voice: "Why do I always think of you so deeply on those rainy days? Friends who can sing, come together!"
The audience sang along loudly: "My heart is like the love of June~~~The rain of my heart is falling~~~"
At the same time, in various distant places, people who were waiting to communicate and help other survivors suddenly heard the sound of music and were filled with question marks.
What base is this? Are you crazy? The world is about to end, and they're still playing this messed-up party audio on the emergency channel!
After the song ended, Zhou Dahu took the stage to the applause: "Classics are always classics, and you never get tired of listening to them. This old song reminds me of my first love, when I still had hair. Hahahaha, if you're interested, we can talk about it privately. First, let's hear what our dear commander Qin Xiaoshuang has to say about this program and how she would vote."
Shu Lan simply said two words: "Xianle, full marks, I vote for one hundred."
"One hundred votes! It's the highest honor. So, what do you think, Master Mao Mao?"
Shu Maomao took the speaker and said expressionlessly, "Fifty."
"Oh, fifty, that's pretty good too. It means Master Mao Mao thinks they still have room for improvement. Finally, it's time for the lucky audience to vote. We can start preparing for the next show."
The audience, perplexed by the various radio terminals, asked: "That's wrong? Why is there a commander? In which era did such a party have a commander?"
"Alright, our Sister Wang and her partner finally received 616 votes, which is very high. I hope the performers coming up won't feel too much pressure. Next up is 'Don't Be Afraid', a rewritten version of 'Don't Be Afraid, Don't Be Afraid,' by a group called Doomsday Maniacs. Please enjoy!"
"Ants hey~Ants huh~Ants roar, ants haha~"
As the prelude sounded, Ji Xin and Du Shaohui, dressed in tattered clothes, appeared stealthily with a few people dressed in the same way. They had blood on their faces and used props to make sharp teeth and claws, looking like zombies.
They even used bass to imitate the roar of zombies: "Hello, look at me, what are you afraid of?"
On the other side were the normal people, led by Fang Botao. After seeing the "zombies," they fell to the ground, rolled and crawled on the stage, and kept begging for mercy: "It's my fault. I couldn't make myself mature."
"There are so many zombies. The city is out of control."
Then a man with a long ponytail wig and a young child jumped up and said, "It's nothing! Get behind me. We have magical skills to protect you."
Shu Lan's smile gradually disappeared from the corners of her mouth and moved to the faces of the people below the stage.
The zombies represented by Ji Xin and Du Shaohui fell to the ground. Fang Botao stood up, put his hands on his hips and sang loudly.
"I'm not afraid of zombies. My boss is even more fierce. He can wipe out all the zombies with one move! Being timid will only make you more unlucky. Only by holding on to your boss can you live a long life."
At the end, everyone held hands and spun in circles, singing happily in chorus.
"The zombies are coming, I'm not afraid, my boss is protecting me, I'm not afraid, no matter how dark the night is, I'll pretend I can't see anything, the sun will surely come out soon~"
When it came to the voting session, Shu Lan ruthlessly cast zero votes, saying that the wig of the person who played her was too ugly.
Shu Maomao also gave zero votes, saying that the rap was too bad.
The people on the stage were crying, while the people below were laughing.
In District 16, a woman's white hand penetrated a skull, grasped the white stone inside, and then pulled it out cleanly and efficiently.
A stream of clean water appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around his arm, sweeping away the dirty liquid on it, falling to the ground and soaking into the soil.
Anselin raised her head and glanced at the terrified zombies in front of her with a gaze without any emotion.
She said, “Keep running.”
After the words fell, no one dared to move.
Those high-level zombies who fed them stones and boasted about building a zombie kingdom, saw the woman in red dress suddenly appear, and fled in panic as if they had seen their natural enemy.
Soon they were lying on the ground one by one, their heads shattered, their original appearances completely unrecognizable.
Anselin looked at the crystal core in her hand, which was about the size of her fist, and snorted softly, "She must have eaten a lot to grow the crystal core this big."
The zombie king's followers who came from behind wailed: "Boss, we just caught up with you, how come you killed them all?"
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