Chapter 132 A Guess
Ultimately, the plan to support youth was not implemented.
This group of people were loaded onto the vehicle and prepared to be sent to Tian Xuejun's place to await further action.
Because they were not infected, the zombie king could not sense them.
Several other infected individuals who were captured alive were fitted with anti-bite devices and were also bound hand and foot before being put into a vehicle.
Fu Qing had only meant to threaten casually, intending to stop once he achieved his goal. As he got into the car, he reminded Bai Xianglei and the others about the possibility that infected individuals could be sensed.
Bai Xianglei immediately asked Tian Xuejun, who snorted coldly after hearing his question: "Perfect timing. I was worried they wouldn't come."
Fu Qing understood immediately.
That would be great if the devout believers were willing to come to us on their own initiative.
The monitoring center in City S was still operating this week, screening out many suspected targets every day, but after confirming them one by one, none of them were the hooded woman herself.
Officer Chen also led the criminal investigation team to personally investigate key areas such as urban villages, which are chaotic and where people are most likely to hide. They watched the cameras at entrances and exits day and night until their eyes were almost blind, but still found no clues.
Repeated disappointments, while not enough to make these experienced people give up, can certainly numb their emotions.
At times like these, some excitement and fresh clues are urgently needed.
It's like someone handing you a pillow when you're about to fall asleep—
Fu Qing glanced at the people lying across the ground of the riot control vehicle. With them caught, Officer Chen would be busy again.
“These people must have gathered somewhere before they set out. The surveillance cameras near Donglin Avenue are still operating. By following their movements, we might be able to find the stronghold of the believers.” Tian Xuejun clearly thought so too.
Bai Xianglei wasn't sure: "Aren't they very good at using the internet? Those who can be arrested are all peripheral figures. The core members like the hooded woman probably won't show up in person."
Tian Xuejun fell silent for a moment.
She was well aware of this, but she wanted to seize even the slightest chance.
The situation has reached a stalemate. Although the government is taking continuous actions on the surface, such as developing vaccines and building shelters, and the zombies on city streets are being gradually cleared, the infection is still spreading rapidly in some remote areas where military and police forces are insufficient.
They failed to establish any advantage this week.
The military and civilians are on one side, while the devout believers and the infected are on the other, struggling to consume each other.
In cities, the former (zombies) have the advantage, while in rural areas and counties, the latter (zombies) are far ahead, creating a dangerous balance. Once the zombies evolve further, this balance will be broken instantly.
Therefore, what Tian Xuejun fears is not that the believers will come to her door, but rather that they will retreat and engage in a protracted war with her.
The longer the situation drags on, the harder it will be for those people hiding at home to hold on.
The moment they can't hold on any longer and open the door is the moment the zombies succeed.
“Those ordinary people may be useless, but the infected believers must have come into contact with the zombie king,” Fu Qing said. “Finding out when and where they were infected will definitely be helpful.”
"And then there's the woman pretending to be the wife. Her fake husband is infected. The two of them were fighting over the child, so they must have been in contact with other people, and may even have stayed in some hiding places. These are all clues."
The place was too small, and they dared not separate these devout believers who needed special attention, so they could only cramm them all into one vehicle, which was personally watched over by Fu Qing, Bai Xianglei, and others.
The riot control vehicle, which was originally spacious, was now crammed full, and Fu Qing could not stretch his legs. He kicked the person lying on the ground.
The latter dared not move at all, and pretended to be dead with his eyes closed.
“That’s true.” Bai Xianglei nodded, and Tian Xuejun’s voice came through the car radio, also expressing her agreement.
This trip was by no means a complete waste.
However, the zombie king, like the queen ant guarding an anthill, leisurely tosses out its pieces without ever revealing itself. No matter how many of these pawns are consumed, they cannot shake its foundation.
It's quite disheartening.
Fu Qing also sensed the change in atmosphere and remained silent.
She was going to do something to confirm a long-standing theory.
But she didn't plan to tell Tian Xuejun before her guess was confirmed, lest she be wrong and disappoint her.
*
The convoy first went to Tian Xuejun's place to report, unloading a bunch of devout believers like cargo, before sending Fangzhou's people and the special forces team back to Fangzhou.
The devout believers will be temporarily detained at Tian Xuejun's camp for the foreseeable future. This location is close to Fangzhou and will facilitate support efforts.
Back at school, the students immediately ran to their parents to let them know they were safe, while Fu Qing pulled up the system page and checked the location of the teachers' wristbands on the map.
He locked onto a direction and went straight there without even going back to the principal's office.
As I approached the infirmary, I saw a group of people leaving from inside.
Two students helped an injured classmate out, and as they walked out, the three of them kept thanking Mr. Lu, saying, "Thank you for your help, Teacher Lu."
The wounded man's trousers were cut in half, exposing his calves, which were covered with gauze and wrapped tightly.
Fu Qing hadn't received any notification that anyone was injured, and frowned upon seeing this: "What happened?"
The three students then noticed Fu Qing. The one in the middle quickly bent down to try and hide his injury, only to realize upon looking down that he had no pant leg left to pull down: "..."
She tucked her bandaged leg behind her other leg and said sheepishly, "Principal... I'm fine, I just tripped and fell while chasing zombies."
Fu Qing glanced down and said indifferently, "Well, that was a pretty hard fall."
The remaining two dared not hide it and revealed the truth: "Principal, we encountered one of those zombies whose limbs could turn into sharp blades. She didn't notice at first..."
The girl was shocked and tried to cover his mouth, but her companion had already finished speaking fluently: "He went up and delivered a flying kick, and that's how his leg got like this."
In short, the injury was not honorable.
The situation was critical, but the injuries were comical.
The girl was heartbroken.
Fu Qing ignored the wounded soldier whose eyes had already died, paused for a moment, and asked thoughtfully, "Is no one else injured?"
The evolved zombies are the most difficult to deal with, possessing both attack and defense, and even extremely high agility. Even in the later stages of the apocalypse, an experienced survivor team could be wiped out if they are not careful.
"No, no." The student quickly shook his head. "Luckily, there were many people and the military was there. We managed to lure it to an open area, and a burst of bullets killed it."
At times like these, one can't help but marvel once again... how useful firearms are!
Long live cooperation with the government!
It was an exhilarating experience I had never felt even in a simulator.
Unfortunately, the largest number of troops were gathered only on the day when civilians were transported to shelters. In the future, they would be scattered to various places to work, and it would be impossible for them to act together with them on such a large scale again.
"That's good," Fu Qing replied.
The three men were quick to understand; they guessed she had come to see Teacher Lu about something, so they didn't dare linger. The injured girl stopped limping and, escorted by the two men, covered her face and hopped away on one leg at lightning speed from this shameful place.
Fu Qing then pushed open the door to the school clinic.
Lu Yan, dressed in a white lab coat, stood by the sink washing his hands with meticulous movements.
He had already heard the noise at the door, but without turning around, he gestured for her to sit down, saying, "Wait a moment, it'll be ready soon."
Fu Qing leaned against the treatment bed, her gaze involuntarily falling on her hands being washed by the water.
The casual remark "It'll be done soon" echoed the words he used when he stitched her up in her previous life, leaving her momentarily dazed.
That was the last time the two met in their previous life.
When she regained consciousness, she heard the news of Lu Yan's death from her companion who was standing by her side.
Fu Qing entered the factory and did not come out for a long time, so the people guarding outside knew that something had happened.
With Fan Zheng, the leader of the devout believers, dead, the zombies in the core area of the factory no longer lingered and were lured away by Fu Qing's companions using the same method. Lu Yan and his men then rescued the seriously injured and unconscious Fu Qing.
She was seriously injured; the wound went through her abdomen and was torn open. After finally getting her back to their hiding place, the group was troubled by the lack of medical supplies.
At that time, more than four years had passed since the apocalypse. Many medicines had expired or had been looted by the early arrivals. Even the elite team led by Fu Qing did not have many supplies. They had to tough it out for minor illnesses and injuries.
They simply cannot provide the necessary supplies for such a major surgery and post-operative recovery.
Seeing that Fu Qing's breathing was getting weaker, Lu Yan gritted his teeth, left a group of people to take care of Fu Qing, and took a few companions who volunteered to go with him, and sped to the nearest urban area.
There was a large hospital in the city center that was surrounded by countless zombies and no one dared to approach it for years. However, the group of people, relying on their superior strength, managed to steal a large bag of medicine without losing a single person and then rushed back to their hideout overnight.
It wasn't until Lu Yan changed into his surgical gown and his companions turned on their flashlights that they noticed his hands were trembling and his breathing was abnormal.
Lifting up the sleeve revealed a bite mark hidden beneath the fabric.
According to his companion's later account, the entire surgery was performed while another person held a knife to Lu Yan's throat.
As soon as he shows any signs of mutation, his companions will take action immediately.
After the surgery was completed, he stayed by Fuqing's side for a while, and left after confirming that Fuqing's condition was stable.
After waking up, Fu Qing searched every building within a hundred miles that could hide a person, but she couldn't find him. Eventually, she gave up the search.
She always felt that Lu Yan would never want to see her again.
...
What are you spacing out for?
A hand was waving in front of my eyes, carrying the clean scent of soap.
Fu Qing looked up, but was momentarily stunned.
She recalled the first time she "extracted" Lu Yan from the system. After explaining the situation, he stared at her stomach incessantly after realizing that Fu Qing had also died.
—At that time, he was probably worried that the stitches he did when he was in a daze were not good enough and that he had killed her.
Thinking of how he looked at her suspiciously and furtively back then, Fu Qing couldn't help but smile.
She had absolutely no way of doubting him, even though she knew he was hiding something.
"What are you laughing at? It's creepy..." Lu Yan muttered.
The next second, Fu Qing interrupted him.
"Is there any information you haven't told me about the devout believers?"
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