Chapter 130 "You're not the one who was trending on social media before..."
The believer had just started screaming when Fu Qing stopped him less than half a minute later.
The woman who was about to cooperate with the performance was also "arrested on the spot," and the cell phone used to record the video was also seized.
The few uninfected devout believers hidden in the crowd were dumbfounded.
If they try to escape again, following Plan B to infiltrate the shelter and slowly spread their faith later, it will be too late.
All escape routes were blocked by armed soldiers with wary expressions. Ordinary civilians were not afraid of soldiers, but those with guilty consciences froze when their eyes swept over them.
This is completely different from what they initially expected.
Before setting off, everyone had a well-thought-out plan: first, send out a group of intelligent infected individuals who looked like ordinary people as a suicide squad. Once they were killed one by one and the number of deaths was high enough, and the streets were filled with corpses, the fake couple would jump out and put on a spectacular show, putting the official team in a very difficult situation.
However, just as the build-up was finished and the real show was about to begin, it was abruptly stopped.
Not only did dozens of devout believers die in vain, but the number of people spread the word also fell far short of expectations. They no longer dared to think about whether they could successfully escape.
If the mission is not completed, the consequences of returning will be far worse than falling into the hands of these "enemies".
Someone, forcing a smile and feigning innocence, asked tremblingly, "What happened? I just heard someone calling for help?"
One of them spoke up, and the rest of his accomplices echoed in unison, "Did we kill the wrong person?"
"No way, killing someone isn't like killing a chicken, you can't just do it so casually. Besides, are zombies and living people the same? How could a zombie possibly talk?"
Even casual observers were drawn in, joining in the confusion: "It's already talking, it can't be a zombie, but..."
But there was clearly a corpse lying on the ground that had spoken before being killed.
What's going on here?
Many people were busy running away and didn't actually see who shouted. In fact, many people weren't there to watch the commotion, but stopped out of kindness after hearing someone cry for help. Only when they heard the conversations around them did they realize that the person lying on the ground and shot dead was the very person who had cried for help.
The desperate pleas and death screams still echoed in our ears, yet the person who had shouted them out had become a cold corpse in the blink of an eye. This stark contrast left many people feeling uneasy.
But they naturally trusted the authorities, and the devout believer died so quickly—the stage hadn't even been set up before he was gone, and many others hadn't even figured out what was going on.
A few devout believers mixed in with the crowd steeled themselves and decided to continue leading the charge.
Speaking again would inevitably arouse suspicion, but they couldn't care less about that now.
Just as one of them was about to speak, a cold gaze suddenly swept over and locked onto him precisely.
The words he was about to say stuck in his throat. Despite being under the cover of the crowd, he felt as if he had nowhere to hide in broad daylight.
After a few seconds of hesitation, the other onlookers also noticed Fu Qing.
Some people thought he looked familiar, and after looking closely, they suddenly exclaimed, "You...aren't you the person who was trending on social media before?"
This sound temporarily diverted everyone's attention.
It's trending on social media, that's a celebrity! Someone immediately asked, "What's trending?"
"That's the guy who teaches viewers how to kill zombies on live stream!" The man slapped his thigh, even sounding somewhat excited. "No wonder he looked familiar..."
The live stream of @DormitoryBattle was cut off midway through. Although the later video clips made it to the trending topics, they were quickly replaced by an official statement along with other zombie videos.
In a short period of time, not many people saw it.
However, due to the large number of people present, they actually encountered a few.
Others stopped because they heard screams, but this person stopped to look at Fu Qing simply because he felt like he had seen her somewhere before.
Looking at his physique, he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, unlike the other fugitives who had been trapped outside for a long time and looked haggard and thin. He maintained an amazingly plump and rounded figure, and therefore his aura was extremely "calm" and he even had the leisure to watch the excitement without being flustered.
When he realized it was indeed Fu Qing, the chubby guy's composure vanished, replaced by excitement and an undisguised admiration, making him look like a complete fanboy.
"Teach netizens how to kill zombies?" The others were completely confused.
Fatty explained, "I only watched a clip and don't know the details. Anyway, in the clip, she talked about the zombies' weaknesses and how to kill them. She even demonstrated it on the spot, and her technique was very efficient."
One person exclaimed "Oh!" and chimed in, "I've also seen similar videos that teach people how to protect themselves, but with the recent censorship of trending topics, what I've seen are reposts from other bloggers."
The activity level on the internet today is less than one ten-thousandth of what it used to be, and the little information that does spread is mostly either cries for help or instruction.
Some teach people how to kill zombies, some teach self-defense techniques to deal with other unreasonable humans, and some teach how to cook simple meals without water or electricity. The variety is endless.
Sensing the dismissive tone in his voice, the fat man glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Do you know when I came across that video?"
As he spoke, he took out his phone to show it: "Look, I realized it was useful and immediately saved it to my album. Look at the time, it was 3:17 p.m. on the day the virus broke out!"
“She posted the instructional video less than an hour after the outbreak. How could it be the same as the videos posted later? Timeliness is crucial!” Fatty said, spitting as he spoke. “I was sitting in a coffee shop outside at the time, and it was a complete mess outside. I just happened to come across this video.”
"After looking up, I saw a corpse slam into the coffee shop window."
Fatty sensed something was wrong, grabbed a small cake-cutting knife from the shop and tucked it into his pocket, then ran outside with the other staff.
The commercial area was bustling. Along the way, we encountered countless zombies, two or three of which lunged at Fatty.
"Thanks to the fact that I watched her tutorial beforehand, I tried stabbing those zombies in the eyes with a knife, and it really worked! If I hadn't known the zombies' weaknesses beforehand, I would have been dead long ago," Fatty said with lingering fear. "Luckily, I learned how to kill zombies. Look at me now, I've been trapped outside for so many days and I'm still fine, I can even go out and scavenge for some food..."
After saying that, he patted his belly. Everyone looked at him and realized that he had not only scavenged "a little" but had also eaten mostly oily food. Otherwise, he wouldn't have grown up like this and stood out among a group of refugees.
It's clear that he's doing quite well.
The Fangzhou people who were helping Fu Qing heard about it, but they weren't surprised.
Killing zombies is something you get used to after a few tries.
Often, what holds people back is simply the fear of taking action. Once that's overcome, low-level zombies aren't difficult to kill.
Let alone strong adults, even the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled can fight back if they pick up weapons and take protective measures.
Fatty started with weapons and theoretical knowledge, and had even watched Fuqing's rehearsal beforehand, knowing that "zombies can be killed." With less fear and psychological barriers to the unknown, it's not surprising that he killed the zombies directly due to his survival instinct.
He must have been lucky to have never encountered any evolved zombies and had managed to survive until now.
Judging from his relaxed demeanor while watching the spectacle, he must have killed quite a few zombies, surpassing the vast majority of humans. Having evolved from prey to hunter, his mindset is naturally different.
Others were also surprised: "A tutorial released in less than an hour? Really?"
Some people's faces darkened as they thought of their deceased relatives and friends.
If they had been able to see the video beforehand, would they have survived?
"How could it be fake?" Fatty said.
Several people stood together around him, and when they heard the doubts, they quickly stepped forward to testify: "It's all true. Brother Wang even saved us. We've been hiding together these past few days, and he's been teaching us how to kill zombies. We've all seen that video."
They've not only watched it, but even a one-minute video of it has become so polished by them.
Their condition wasn't as good as Fatty's, but it was still much better than the others, and in addition to the packs on their backs, everyone was also carrying weapons.
Everyone was completely convinced.
A flurry of heads turned toward Fu Qing, seeing her standing with the soldiers, assuming she was probably an official, and pleaded.
"How do you kill zombies? We want to learn!"
"Do they teach this in shelters? Are there any group courses?"
"Please, teach us!"
Although they survived the seven days of the apocalypse by sheer luck, they suffered greatly.
Just as the peace of the past was easily destroyed, now that everyone is on their way to the shelter, who can guarantee that the shelter will not be breached one day?
Everyone realized that entrusting their lives to someone else for protection was not as reliable as keeping them firmly in their own hands.
Bai Xianglei never expected things to go this way. While he was still brainstorming solutions, his focus had already been completely diverted by Fatty.
He nodded immediately and said loudly, "Yes, there will be. The shelter has arranged group exercise activities. You'll see when you get there."
He left half of his statement unsaid.
The so-called exercise actually refers to running, military boxing, and gentler exercises like Tai Chi for the elderly.
There's no way to have a hundred more hardcore zombie-killing moves.
Since the outbreak of the virus, most of the policies adopted by the government have ultimately aimed at maintaining social order. If the government turns around and starts teaching "killing techniques" in official shelters, how can this order be maintained?
Who can guarantee that someone won't lie and claim their enemy has turned into a zombie, and then directly attack a living person?
Perhaps sensing Bai Xianglei's unspoken meaning, everyone turned to look at Fatty again—the rare video in his hand suddenly became incredibly precious.
Even though the scholar Fu Qing was standing right next to her, she still had bloodstains from a close-range headshot on her body, and no one dared to talk to her.
He could only glance at her with a mixture of admiration and awe, then quietly moved closer to the fat man and asked, half-fawningly, "Could you send me that video via Bluetooth later?"
"Just let me take a look. I have a chocolate here that I've been saving up for, can I trade it for it?"
"And me..."
The scene suddenly became quite lively.
The devout believers mixed in with the crowd were completely bewildered.
Wait a minute... this isn't going in the right direction!!
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