Chapter 137 The one who is not loved is the mistress

Fu Ren stared at Shen Zhi until he finished his bowl of noodles before letting him leave.

Zhao Mu, who had just come in, happened to meet Shen Zhi who was leaving. Zhao Mu greeted Shen Zhi with mixed feelings, and then saw Fu Ren who looked tired.

"Professor Shen... aren't you going to stay?" Zhao Mu hesitantly probed Fu Ren's thoughts.

Although Zhao Mu felt subtly uncomfortable with the abnormal relationship between Fu Ren and Shen Zhi, he still believed that if Fu Ren rushed back desperately, Shen Zhi would stay.

Fu Ren stared at the clean bowl after Shen Zhi finished eating, his eyes slightly blank, and after a long while, he said as if he didn't care: "Meng Yiyan doesn't want him to spend the night outside."

Zhao Mu choked, and then his heart began to ache.

Not for myself, but for Fu Ren.

Zhao Mu is a big and strong man with dark skin who looks silly. At this moment, his eyes are red and his lips are moving as if he wants to say something, just like a stray dog ​​in distress next to a trash can.

"Boss..." Zhao Mu's voice was choked. Can you please not like Shen Zhi? Can you please stop being hard on him?

These days, Fu Ren has been plundering supplies like a madman. Not only are the people in Tonglan jealous of him, but people in other bases also regard him as a thorn in their eyes.

While collecting supplies, they have to guard against zombies and other people they encounter.

Fu Ren rushed to Tonglan with truckloads of supplies on the verge of life and death and handed them over to Shen Zhi.

Zhao Mu looked at Fu Ren, and for no reason he thought of the camellia in the dark cliff cave that had blossomed to its fullest and then faded, emitting a decadent and vulgar fragrance, but its color told the world that the flower was too pale and its gloomy air was chilling.

Fu Ren is about to wither. Fate will grind the beautiful flower to extract its juice, which will drip into the dirty soil, confusing its original appearance.

"What?"

When the words came to his lips, Zhao Mu swallowed everything back into his stomach, swallowing it cleanly.

Zhao Mu sniffed and smiled bitterly, shaking his head, "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that the supplies have been delivered to Professor Shen."

"Yeah," Fu Ren heard it and said casually, "It's good."

"Boss, let's rest for a few more days this time," Zhao Mu advised, "The zombie tide is coming soon. It's easy to be surrounded and attacked by the zombies. Let's wait until the zombie tide is over. The supplies in the base are enough to survive..."

Zhao Mu was interrupted by Fu Ren, "What did he say?"

Zhao Mu was stunned. He knew that the person Fu Ren was talking about was Shen Zhi. He did not dare to hide it and had to tell the truth: "Professor Shen said that we are still short of supplies."

Zhao Mu didn't understand why Shen Zhi needed so many supplies, but the supplies they had collected were already a lot, enough for the entire Tonglan base to use for three years while ensuring minimum living conditions.

But Shen Zhi did not let go, and held it tightly in his own hand, as if he was deliberately letting the human die while guarding the food that was so easily within his reach.

"Boss, did Professor Shen say when the serum can be developed?" Zhao Mu carefully asked the deepest doubt in his heart.

Fu Ren frowned slightly when he stood up, and then he regained his composure. He did not answer Zhao Mu's question, but just said, "If you are tired, take a rest. I will take other psychics to collect supplies."

Zhao Mu stared at Fu Ren's determined back. Finally, he couldn't help but wiped his face fiercely, lowered his head and followed him.

But Zhao Mu didn't expect that there would be a new member of the team this time, Yang Sen.

Yang Sen is Shen Zhi's companion and grew up with Shen Zhi. His parents were Lan'an's experimenters. After his parents died, he was adopted by Lan'an and became Shen Zhi's exclusive body recorder.

In fact, it would be more accurate to say that Yang Sen was monitoring Shen Zhi.

Monitoring the changes every time a reagent is injected into Shen Zhi's body, he understands Shen Zhi's body better than Shen Zhi himself.

Yang Sen knew from childhood that Shen Zhi was the future savior. However, this "hope of mankind" now has no awareness of saving the world by sacrificing himself, which makes Yang Sen panic.

He couldn't wait to find Shen Zhi and tried to persuade him.

"Shen Zhi, why haven't you made any progress in such a long time?" Yang Sen asked the question he feared the most, "Are you really researching the serum?"

Or he used the excuse of researching serum to drag all of humanity down with him.

Yang Sen was truly afraid, afraid that Shen Zhi was unwilling to devote himself, causing this doomsday to never return to its original state of sunshine, birdsong and fragrance of flowers.

Shen Zhi prepared the reagent, took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can.

"You have no one else to trust except me, right?" Shen Zhi asked indifferently.

It seemed like Yang Sen asked a very stupid question. After all, Yang Sen knew that no one except Shen Zhi could save the end of the world.

So what if he didn't believe Shen Zhi? He had no choice, right?

Yang Sen's teeth were trembling, his eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Shen Zhi, you are too selfish. How can your life be compared with the lives of millions of people?"

"If you want revenge, just kill me," Yang Sen said angrily, determined to risk everything. "Why do you want to involve innocent people? They are not guilty. I am the guilty one."

Yang Sen served as the executioner for dissecting Shen Zhi's body for a long time. Compared with other experimenters, Shen Zhi was incredibly obedient, and Yang Sen sometimes felt a little sympathy for Shen Zhi.

But that little bit of sympathy would always be suppressed by the enthusiasm of saving the world, and Yang Sen never expected that Shen Zhi was a dog that bites without barking, from the time Shen Zhi deliberately escaped from him to now maliciously collecting supplies to retaliate against them.

"Do you think you are great?" Shen Zhi's voice was calm, but Yang Sen heard it as a mockery.

"You think your greatness lies in your contribution, but what have you contributed?" Shen Zhi asked in confusion, "Are you relying on your status as my assistant to receive more supplies than ordinary people, but you can't actually help me in the laboratory, or are you refusing to perform any task of collecting supplies as a superpower, and are here to look down on me?"

Shen Zhi smiled sarcastically: "If talking is all you have to pay, then you've paid too much."

Yang Sen was embarrassed by what Shen Zhi said. His face turned pale and blue, and finally red. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word in defense.

"I will go out to collect supplies, but I won't give them to you." Yang Sen has seen ordinary people in the base struggling to survive without food. He is different from the selfish Shen Zhi. He is willing to give his life for mankind.

Yang Sen looked at Shen Zhi deeply, then went out and resolutely joined Fu Ren's team to collect supplies.

Shen Zhi calmly withdrew his gaze, put on his gloves again, and continued his experiment.

Yang Sen's little disturbance did not alarm Shen Zhi at all. He stayed in the laboratory day after day, and the only person he came into contact with was Fu Ren, who occasionally saw him when he delivered supplies. The person he saw the most was Meng Jinyan.

"Commander Meng, you're here to pick up Professor Shen again."

"Commander Meng, you and Professor Shen have a really good relationship."

"Professor Shen is so lucky to have a lover like you."

Meng Yinyan greeted them with a smile, until he entered Shen Zhi's laboratory, when the envious voices turned into unpredictable ridicule.

"Professor Shen may not have developed the serum, but he is very good at seducing men."

"There has been no news for so many days. Has Professor Shen really developed the serum? Even if it is too cheap for me to report the progress of the experiment to the professor."

"Batch after batch of supplies were sent to Shen Zhi's place without even a trace of them being seen. Life became even more difficult."

"Don't be silly. Do you really think he wants the materials for the research and development of the serum? Who doesn't know that whoever has the materials has the power to rule? Look at who is controlling Tong Lan now."

The voice disappeared behind Meng Yiyan. He seemed not to hear it and still picked up Shen Zhi from get off work with a gentle expression.

"Xiao Zhi, are you done with your work? I'll take you back." Meng Yinyan stood not far away, waiting quietly for Shen Zhi to get busy in front of the laboratory table.

Shen Zhi refrigerated the reagent in his hand and walked towards Meng Jinyan.

"I'm staying in the laboratory tonight," Shen Zhi refused coldly.

Meng Yiyan concealed the loneliness in his eyes and slowed down his voice, "Xiaozhi, don't work too hard. Yang Sen will stay in the special power team. He goes out to collect supplies every day and will not bother you anymore."

"I should have taken you away right away," Meng Yinyan said to Shen Zhi with some regret, "Although I only stopped them from conducting experiments on you, I think I should have taken you away from Lan'an and let you see the world outside the laboratory."

Meng Yiyan said in a low voice: "No one expected that we would enter the end of the world so soon. It is reasonable that Xiaozhi has no nostalgia for the time before the end of the world, because Xiaozhi has never seen such a beautiful world outside except when he went out to see me."

"Xiaozhi, this is not your fault," Meng Yinyan sighed, his words full of tolerance and regret.

Shen Zhi lowered his eyes as if he hadn't heard it, but after a while he changed his tone and said, "I'll go back with you."

Meng Jinyan's expression was gentle as he took Shen Zhi in his arms and left the laboratory.

It was not a peaceful night. There were thunder and lightning outside and the rain was hitting the windows, making people almost deaf.

Shen Zhi sat by the window, staring blankly at the rainy night outside, roaring ferociously as if he wanted to tear people apart.

The rain of the last days is corrosive. Ordinary people cannot bear it, and even those with special powers cannot bear it.

The psychic team that was collecting supplies was slow to return, and a large number of psychics died on the way to collect supplies. This was understandable, but this extremely terrifying rainy night would greatly increase the death rate of psychics.

The howling wind and rain seemed to foreshadow some terrible future.

"Xiao Zhi," Meng Yinyan walked in wearing thin clothes and turned on the light in Shen Zhi's bedroom. The dim light outlined Shen Zhi's thin shadow.

Meng Yiyan walked to the window, put the heavy coat in his hand on Shen Zhi's shoulders, and looked out at the heavy rain with a deep look in his eyes. "Many people died in this rain. They had no shelter from the rain, and no enough supplies to keep warm."

Meng Jinyan's hand pressed heavily on Shen Zhi's thin body, and he said sadly: "This may be their fate. They have an inevitable death, just like Adam and Eve want to atone for their original sin."

Shen Zhi frowned imperceptibly.

Meng Yiyan suddenly relaxed his control over Shen Zhi, lowered his head and said softly: "Xiao Zhi, have a good rest."

However, tonight is destined to be restless.

Meng Jinyan's men came in a hurry, so hurried that they didn't even avoid Shen Zhi and reported to Meng Jinyan: "The superpower team has returned from collecting supplies. Professor Shen's assistant Yang Sen is dead."

Meng Yiyan waved his hand to let the person go, squatted down and held Shen Zhi's arm, and said gently but not to be refused: "Xiao Zhi, let's go and take a look together, okay?"

The stinging pain in his forearm woke up Shen Zhi, who was distracted. Shen Zhi's eyes flashed with pain. Meng Yanyan saw it and apologized quickly: "Sorry, Xiaozhi, I was too hard."

Shen Zhi shook his head slightly, and hesitantly followed Meng Jinyan to see Yang Sen's body.

Yang Sen's body was not very complete. His face was torn into pieces by the zombies. His empty eye sockets looked eerie. His fingers and toes were incomplete, and his personal belongings were eaten by the zombies after they had opened their stomachs.

"Shen Zhi, are you satisfied?" Xiang Wu rushed out from nowhere, roaring at Shen Zhi, "You control the supplies, forcing those psychics to risk their lives again and again to collect supplies. How many psychics in the entire Tonglan have been forced to death by you! Have you counted?!!"

Xiang Wu screamed at the top of her lungs, tears falling uncontrollably, not only out of fear for the disfigured Yang Sen, but more out of fear for her own future fate.

Xiang Wu fiercely pulled Shen Zhi and took him into the rain, taking him to see those ordinary people who were corroded by the rain. They lay limp on the ground, letting the rain hit their skin, and speaking weakly in the rain.

Their skin was burning and swollen, and the rotten flesh was falling off piece by piece, revealing the bones. The smelly rain mixed with the thick smell of blood hit their faces.

The rain left red and swollen spots on Shen Zhi's fragile skin, and Xiang Wu, with disheveled hair, looked even crazier and more like a demon. Xiang Wu ignored the pain and pressed Shen Zhi down to let him see, "You are the murderer, Shen Zhi, you are the one who deserves to die!!! They are all like this because of you!"

The sour rain hit Shen Zhi's eyelids, burning him so that he could not open his eyes.

The unclear vision passed through the crazy Xiang Wu and saw Meng Dingyan standing under the eaves, whose face could not be seen clearly. He still had the same elegant and handsome figure, but the aura around him was colder than the biting cold wind.

Shen Zhi's wrist was pinched hard by Xiang Wu's sharp nails, and his weak body made him unable to struggle free.

"Ahhhhhhhh", a shrill scream was heard and the sharp blade pierced through Xiang Wu's hand that was tightly holding Shen Zhi. Shen Zhi broke free from Xiang Wu's control and fell into his warm embrace.

Fu Ren, who rushed over in a hurry, saw Shen Zhi, who was dragged into the acid rain by Xiang Wu and was hurt to numbness. His heart was instantly broken. He should have let Xiang Wu die.

"My dear, this has nothing to do with you. The upper echelons only have the supplies to bribe and exchange for benefits. They let these ordinary people die in order to support some elite plan," Fu Ren hugged Shen Zhi tightly and broke Xiang Wu's ankle without hesitation.

Fu Ren gently kissed Shen Zhi's eyes and brows that were wet from the rain. His soft lips were corroded by the acid rain, but Fu Ren didn't even frown as he took Shen Zhi to a place that was not wet from the rain.

Fu Ren gathered his energy, and a soothing and cool ball of light moved along Shen Zhi's skin. The mottled red spots miraculously disappeared as the ball of light passed by.

"Xiao Zhi," Meng Yiyan took it all in. He walked up to Shen Zhi and said with a tolerant and helpless tone, "So many people have died, this should be enough."

Fu Ren narrowed his eyes, with a chilling light in his eyes, and unceremoniously threw out the dagger and pierced Meng Yiyan's shoulder.

"Shut up!" Fu Ren shouted coldly.

Fu Ren hugged Shen Zhi tightly, and his usually casual voice trembled a little, for fear of irritating Shen Zhi: "My dear, listen to me..."

Shen Zhi put his hand on Fu Ren's arm, revealing a face that was eerily calm, with dark eyes that looked ghostly in this stormy night.

"Not enough," Shen Zhi looked directly at Meng Yanyan, who was as gentle as the spring breeze, and his clear voice sounded like the god of death who was slaughtering lives, "I need more supplies."

When Fu Ren heard Shen Zhi speak, he didn't care what he was saying and agreed to everything.

"Okay, I understand." Fu Ren held Shen Zhi's face and wiped the water off his face. "I'll give it to you. I'll keep looking and give you all of it."

Fu Ren suppressed the fishy-sweet taste that surged into his mouth due to overusing his supernatural powers, and tried not to scare Shen Zhi, "Never blame yourself, okay?"

Shen Zhi came back to his senses and looked at Fu Ren, looking at the pink flowers splashed on his cold white skin by the rain, and looking at his overly beautiful eyebrows and eyes full of cautious pity.

Shen Zhi fluttered her eyelashes, gently buried her face in Fu Ren's arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Fu Ren, I'm so hungry."