A lewd smile, greedy eyes, just like the perverts seen in nightmares, no different at all.
"I haven’t woken up yet."
Su Xiaoxiao continued to lie on the carpet, eyes closed, pretending she hadn’t awakened yet, when suddenly, she opened her eyes, breathing hurriedly, her expression tenser than ever before.
She got up, cautiously lifted a corner of the curtain, her palms sweaty, and despite her fear, she looked outside.
There was no one there, no pervert.
As expected.
Su Xiaoxiao laughed mockingly at herself. There were no perverts, only hallucinations brought on by her own confused nervousness.
"My ntal state is really not up to par."
Just as she let go of the curtain,
A smiling face appeared outside the glass.
The smile, coupled with the morning sun, should have been a warm scene, but in Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes, it was utterly terrifying.
"Ah..."
Su Xiaoxiao scread, overwheld with unimaginable fright, clutching her head and pulling at her hair as she scread. The curtain fell, covering the window.
Banging sounds.
It seed like there were noises of collision, of things being thrown inside the house.
"I haven’t even said anything yet."
Lin Fan opened his mouth, his expression awkward, a kind of indescribable helplessness on his face.
"Wasn’t I friendly enough, wasn’t my smile warm enough?"
After thinking it over, running a business was like this, not as simple as imagined. He placed a flyer on the windowsill, held down with a small rock, and discreetly left.
Give the other person a little ti, ti is one way to overco fear, and when she erges from fear, they can surely communicate properly.
After a long while,
The terrified Su Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound, her ears perked, listening to the noises outside, silent, without any movent.
"Has he left?"
Su Xiaoxiao’s spirit was frail, tortured by the apocalypse, mistrustful of everyone. When it seed there was no movent outside, she cautiously lifted the corner of the curtain again. Not seeing the pervert’s face from before, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah!
She saw a flyer by the window sill, held down with a small rock.
After making sure no one was around, she opened the window and quickly brought the flyer inside to look at it.
[Your comfort, our peace of mind, our company offers you the warmth of ho.]
"What’s this supposed to an?"
Su Xiaoxiao looked surprised, unable to understand the aning of the flyer in her hands, especially in these apocalyptic tis. Why would that guy deliver this thing to her? What was he thinking?
...
The street.
Lin Fan wandered around, hoping to find new clients. He already considered the survivor from the cake shop he encountered earlier as a potential client, although perhaps there was so misunderstanding.
But he believed such misunderstandings would soon disappear.
Once they did, he could have a friendly conversation with her, as interaction often draws people closer.
At that mont, on the second floor of a storefront by the roadside,
"Zhao Xiang, soone’s watching , co here and see." A haggard Wang Peng was shocked by the figure not far from him and urgently called to Zhao Xiang, who was sleeping on the floor.
They ran an arcade, with ordinary arcade machines on the first floor and gambling machines on the second, specifically to trap people into playing and, on a lucky day, eat well for the day.
Who could have imagined the apocalypse descending, seeing the situation outside, they had already been scared silly.
"What’s that?"
Bare-chested, displaying his tattoos, Zhao Xiang got up, annoyed by Wang Peng’s words. During their hiding period, they indeed encountered a few survivors.
Among those, he recognized so.
They seed to be under the thug king Dafu, one of the tyrants of Huang City, and anyone slightly involved in that world knew of him, a real brute.
Seeing these people alive, Zhao Xiang’s first thought was not to seek help from them but to hope they wouldn’t be noticed by them, because these were not good people to mix with, likely ending up as cannon fodder.
He approached the window,
looking in the direction Wang Peng pointed.
There was indeed a person standing.
"When did he appear?" Zhao Xiang asked.
Wang Peng said, "Just now, when I wanted to check the situation outside, he was walking on the road, seed to notice , stopped walking, and looked over here. Who is he, and why does he dare to walk openly on the street? Is he not afraid of encountering zombies?"
"Fuck, he’s coming this way."
Wang Peng was much more timid than Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang was more like his big brother.
"What’s there to be afraid of? The door downstairs is locked; he wouldn’t dare make a noise. Don’t trust anyone now. Look at how frail he is, looking all dumb. I suspect he’s bait, used to lure out survivors,"
"You saw what happened that day, right? Wang Dafu’s n were driving around looking for survivors. Those two won were tricked into coming out. Can you imagine what they went through?"
Zhao Xiang, who’d been through rough tis, knew what ended up happening to the two deceived girls.
Wang Peng said, "Yeah, I know."
They were indeed suffering by hiding here, but it was definitely a lot better than what others were going through.
An arcade, naturally, had drinks and snacks like instant noodles.
It would be fine for a short ti.
Except that the food was disgusting.
But they could endure it.
At that mont,
"Hello there."
Lin Fan stood at the storefront entrance, waving at the people upstairs. He felt lucky, encountering another survivor, oh no, two survivors actually.
They seed in decent spirits, just a bit haggard.
Wang Peng and Zhao Xiang sized up the survivor in front of them.
Dressed clean, with weird stuff on his back, he seed ntally disturbed; a sane person wouldn’t do such things.
Zhao Xiang opened the window, "Who are you?"
They were on the second floor, naturally not afraid of Lin Fan on the ground floor. Therefore, their tone was not pleasant and they weren’t worried about attracting zombies. Even if zombies did show up, it would be the other guy’s bad luck, not theirs in the slightest.
"I’m Lin Fan, an employee at Xinfeng Real Estate, wondering if you two need to rent a house. Our Sunshine District has a beautiful environnt and rich culture. In these apocalyptic tis, we can support and help each other, most importantly, the rent is affordable. It’s definitely worth trying."
Lin Fan thought he had said nothing wrong.
The first ti was always like this.
He had already described the features of Sunshine District in detail.
Wang Peng stared, dumbfounded, unsure what to say. The only thought in his mind was: Is this guy really bait?
Or has the apocalypse driven him mad, doing his regular job, walking in the streets, just being lucky not to be spotted by zombies?
Zhao Xiang sneered, "Oh really? Are you going to say next that there are many survivors there, living happily and safely?"
"Yeah, right," Lin Fan nodded. That was indeed the case; everyone was happy.
"Haha." Zhao Xiang continued sneering, "Do you also want to say, co in and talk to us face to face, then shalessly stay with us, or at the mont of opening the door, you desperately fight with us to buy ti for others hiding?"
"Get lost, I don’t need any damn rental. I’m good right here, with food and drink."
He wouldn’t open the door, nor would he believe a word the other said.
Not a single word.
Human nature in tis of apocalypse is the most terrifying.
Even he himself thought of doing so bad things.
It was just that he hadn’t had the chance.
Even if he really did bring the guy up, and the guy shalessly begged for asylum, he would throw him out of the window to fend for himself. Resources were the most important thing; once they were depleted, everyone would be waiting to die.
Lin Fan hadn’t expected such a rough response and said resignedly, "Fine, if you’re not interested then you’re not interested. Insulting people isn’t a good habit. Goodbye."
He waved his hand and turned to leave.
Selling was always like this, constantly facing unfriendly people. Since they weren’t potential clients, no amount of talking would help.
It was better to continue searching. No need to waste ti here.
Wang Peng watched Lin Fan’s retreating figure, "What the hell is he?"
Zhao Xiang said, "Never mind him, he’s none of our concern."
Just then,
"Zombies, there are zombies, he’s co face to face with zombies!" Wang Peng was very alard, terrorized by zombies, which weren’t at all easy to deal with.
Zhao Xiang watched intently, "See, he’s dood. One, two... ten zombies. I see how he can stay alive in front of zombies; he can’t outrun them. Zombies are like machines, never tired, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, it’s useless."
Hearing these words, Wang Peng also watched eagerly. In these tense, apocalyptic tis, watching soone else being chased and bitten by zombies was also a way to relieve stress.
But soon,
The situation in the distance left them dumbfounded.
The man pulled out a sword from behind and casually swung it, killing all ten zombies.
"He... he killed that group of zombies," Wang Peng muttered.
Zhao Xiang said, "How is that possible? Zombies are terrifying; how could he possibly kill zombies? If we had gone with him just now, does that an..."
The two exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting shock and a hint of hope.
"Big brother... please..."
They called out, but unfortunately, they could no longer see Lin Fan’s retreating figure.
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