Chapter 98 Meteor shower.
He Sheng doesn't like to express himself. He will only speak if someone directly asks him what he thinks. But this question is not easy to answer, so he was silent for a while before speaking.
"I'm not sure, but most of the psychics went there."
Jing Hongyu patted the railing, wishing he could treat him as a confidant. "Right! That's what I mean. If they all go and we don't, what if we're the only team needed to win? Wouldn't that be a betrayal to all of humanity? But the deputy commander won't listen. She thinks surrender is the better option."
He Sheng said: "She doesn't want to see us die."
Jing Hongyu sighed deeply. "Yes, I know that too. This is the difference in thinking between men and women. Women are more emotional than rational, and they will be soft-hearted towards zombies. But I think we can't sacrifice the greater for the lesser. For the future of everyone, this battle must be fought! I don't understand why the deputy commander thinks we won't be able to come back if we go. Whether something can succeed or not, you have to do it to know the result."
"Well, I support going to District 32."
"I feel at ease with Brother He's support. Let's tell them to set off while it's still early."
On the other side, Ji Lan rushed into the communications room with red eyes, startling the technicians inside: "Deputy Commander, what are you doing..."
Ji Lan turned away and asked stiffly, "Is there any new news in the channel these two days?"
"Except for District 9 occasionally talking in their sleep, there was no movement in other bases."
District Nine's dream talk just happened to arrive, and a strong male voice said, "It's a beautiful day today. The commander said the dry air can cause inflammation, so he asked the cafeteria to make us some herbal tea. Mm~ delicious!"
Ji Lan's first reaction was, is this true? In an era where one has to work hard just to fill their stomach, how can they have the energy to make afternoon tea?
But even through the machine, she could clearly hear the satisfaction in the man's simple words, and her extremely bad mood was inexplicably soothed by this dream talk that sounded very unrealistic.
If these are true, then life in District 9 is something she really longs for.
Ji Lan sniffed, sat down in front of the radio, picked up the microphone, took a deep breath to calm herself, trying not to let her tears show. She tried to remain calm before pressing the button to speak: "This is District 15, District 9. Please help me call your commander. I want to talk to her."
Five minutes later, a soft female voice rang out: "Hello, I'm Qin Xiaoshuang, the commander of District 9. What can I do for you, my dear friend?"
"Why are you so obedient to the Zombie King?"
The other side seemed to smile: "You can't beat her. If you don't obey, you will die. If you don't want to die, of course you will obey."
Ji Lan was depressed: "But if you surrender, you will have to live underground and never see the sun again."
"If I can't see it, then I won't see it. Maybe one day the Blue Planet will have a huge meteor shower. If I stay on the ground, not only will I not see the sun, I won't even see tomorrow."
Ji Lan hesitated and asked, "Meteor shower?"
Someone, fed up with the situation, jumped in and interrupted the conversation, "Why are you listening to this woman's nonsense? What she's saying is completely counterintuitive. If there really were a large-scale meteor shower, the space agency would have issued a warning decades in advance. Why would she have to say that? She's just trying to comfort those who surrender."
The commander of District 9 scoffed, "Common sense! You have superpowers and you still talk about common sense. This commander is very busy and doesn't want to chat with you smart people with common sense. Bye bye."
Ji Lan subconsciously tried to persuade him to stay: "No, Qin Xiaoshuang, I still have questions..."
The man from before interrupted her again: "What else are you asking? She's on the side of the Zombie King, so of course she has to make up all this nonsense to shake the morale of the troops. You're her hired agent, right? And you're actually playing along with her?"
Ji Lan fell silent.
Zombies and humans have been fighting each other for seven years. Countless lives have been accumulated into bottomless hatred. Anyone who speaks for the zombies will be labeled as anti-human.
She was almost dismissed from her position as deputy commander for speaking up for Aunt Zhang's zombie daughter, let alone a commander like Qin Xiaoshuang who surrendered first and then openly formed a united front with the zombies.
There was a commotion outside the base. The tall metal protective gate slowly lifted up, and vehicles loaded with people with special abilities rushed towards the agreed place of the decisive battle with a fearless attitude.
Ji Lan walked out of the communications room, stood on the rooftop of the building, and watched the scene quietly.
She tried her best.
When people acquire superpowers, they think that it is God's hint that they should save the world. With power in their hands, who would consider surrendering in the first place?
Ji Lan raised her hand, and an ice ball slowly condensed in her palm. When it was about two meters in diameter, she felt a sharp pain in her head. She stopped and looked at the ball.
Is it really that powerful to have superpowers? She doesn't think so. Her superpowers can only freeze three zombies at most, but more than twenty high-level zombies are enough to wipe out an entire base.
Ji Lan threw the ice hockey on the rooftop, returned to the dormitory exhausted, and relied on sleep to restore his energy.
When she was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door, it was already completely dark. Ji Lan was frightened to be called at this time.
They have been clearing out zombies over the years, and the number of zombie waves is no longer as frequent as at the beginning. Wars will only break out occasionally when a large number of zombies wander over from other places. In the past two years, the frequency is about once every three months.
But this knock on the door in the middle of the night suddenly reminded Ji Lan of the early days of the base, when he had to fight zombies to the death every day and was so nervous that he didn't even dare to close his eyes.
"Deputy Commander, are you in there? Go help Aunt Zhang! She's about to be beaten to death."
It's not a zombie tide, and it's not good news either.
Ji Lan opened the door with a cold face and rushed to the scene of the accident with several girls who came to deliver the news.
On the way, they quickly explained to Ji Lan the cause of the incident.
Everyone knows that Aunt Zhang was walking around the power grid, but this evening, her roommate accidentally saw her hiding a backpack she had never seen before under the quilt, and curiously asked her what was in the bag.
Aunt Zhang hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.
Her roommate thought something was wrong with her and asked her to open her bag, but Aunt Zhang refused. Finally, under the coercion of a group of people, she opened the bag and found two sets of clean warm clothes, a bag of vacuum-packed sugar, and some pomegranates and persimmons wrapped in old newspapers.
This was not something that could be obtained through unified distribution. They immediately guessed that it was something that Aunt Zhang's high-level zombie daughter found for her, and suspected that she had let the zombies into the base.
So a conflict broke out because of a backpack.
Ji Lan walked into the crowd and saw the frail and disheveled Aunt Zhang being pushed and scolded, some even punched and kicked. Her heart ached, and she shouted angrily, "Stop it!"
After all, she had her prestige, and the violent people stopped their evil deeds. The people who were trying to separate them quickly pulled Aunt Zhang out and brought her to Ji Lan's side under protection.
Ji Lan cursed, "Aunt Zhang has made clothes for so many of you. Have you all lost your conscience?"
"She must have let the zombies in, otherwise where did the bag come from?"
The frost on Ji Lan's face grew thicker and thicker. Over the years, her patience with people became increasingly low. Whenever she heard something stupid, she would want to shoot the person to death with a gun.
"Before you accuse her of releasing the zombies, can you please think about this: How did Aunt Zhang get the authority to open the door?"
After scolding her, Ji Lan turned around, took a deep breath, and asked in a softer tone, "Aunt Zhang, don't be afraid. Tell me, how did you get this bag?"
Because Ji Lan was one of the few people who agreed to let her daughter go, Aunt Zhang trusted her very much. As if she had grabbed a lifeline, she couldn't wait to prove her innocence: "My daughter threw it in from the power grid. She felt sorry for me. My daughter just felt sorry for me!"
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