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Chapter 169: Wheat's Live Streaming Show
The isolation door slammed shut, cutting off the invasion of Zombies and snuffing out Song Yao's last glimmer of hope.
Cao Liang mechanically turned his head, fixing his gaze on the man who had kicked away the Machete. In the grayish haze, the man glanced at him, snorted, and turned back to join the others.
"You..." Cao Liang slowly stood up, his voice hoarse.
The man paused and turned back. "What do you want?"
"Ahhh!!!" Cao Liang suddenly erupted with a furious roar, lunging at the man and landing a heavy punch on his face!
The sheer rage behind that punch was something the man could not withstand. With just one blow, the man's brow shattered, blood gushing out. But Cao Liang did not stop there; accompanied by nearly hysterical shouts, his fists rained down on the man's face like a storm. Each punch was filled with such ferocity and hatred!
No words could express Cao Liang's anger at that moment; this usually gentle man had been completely provoked!
The man began to struggle desperately, but after a few punches, all that remained were his cries of agony. His head was quickly reduced to a bloody mess. Cao Liang's hands tightened around the man's neck, his eyes bloodshot, fingers like claws. The man weakly reached out in an attempt to pry Cao Liang's hands away, but they were as unyielding as roots, only tightening further!
Soon, the man's eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue lolling out as he struggled beneath him, his legs kicking feebly with diminishing strength.
The other men and women were stunned for a moment before reacting. They rushed in pairs to pull the frenzied Cao Liang aside, rescuing the man who was barely clinging to life. There were no deep bonds among these people; they simply understood that with uncertain paths ahead, having one more person was always better than watching someone be choked to death.
Cao Liang did not charge again; it felt as if all his strength had drained away as he collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The man was revived with the help of others, struggling to retreat while casting fearful glances at the madman across from him, his face pale.
From deep within the dark corridor came the chaotic footsteps of a Horde of Zombies. The men and women panicked and quickly scattered in search of an escape route. Someone spotted a staircase behind a small door and shouted; a group hurriedly squeezed through. The man who had nearly been choked to death by Cao Liang fled especially fast, rolling and crawling into safety. Only one man and one woman remained behind, seemingly hesitant.
"Aren't you two leaving?" the woman asked.
"Let's go." Luci suddenly stood up and helped Huihui support the gasping Cao Liang.
The two exchanged glances before running toward the staircase. Luci followed closely behind them, securing the latch on the small door just in case.
The staircase was narrow and devoid of light; the group that had fled earlier stirred up dust in the corridor that stung their noses. Clearly, this was not a usual passageway; it had likely been untouched for a long time. The five of them maintained their grayish vision as they moved forward in darkness; however, due to the sudden turn of events, Cao Liang and his companions had not yet adjusted emotionally and hesitated somewhat. The first group had already run some distance ahead; their voices were no longer audible in the stairwell, leaving them uncertain if they had successfully escaped.
Outside the door, the sounds of Zombies could be heard. They couldn't linger in the stairwell for long. With a few soft sighs, they silently ascended the stairs.
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‘Knock, knock, knock’
Wheat lowered her head, her long hair covering her face as she gently tapped on the door.
A curly-haired young man opened the door. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a beard on his lips. Like Wheat, he wore a plain white lab coat without any insignia.
“Who are you?”
“Oh, I’m here to deliver some documents.” Wheat steadied her nerves, mimicking An Zheng's demeanor as she waved the document folder in her hand.
“Come in.” The curly-haired young man didn’t suspect anything and stepped aside to let Wheat enter.
The previous man was nowhere to be seen. The large room contained only the curly-haired young man, and numerous screens flickered with various images—some bright, some dim—amounting to over a hundred.
“He…” Wheat hesitated on how to refer to that person. Her eyes darted around before she asked, “Is he not here?”
“He’s in an urgent meeting.” The curly-haired young man understood whom she meant. He shrugged and gestured for Wheat to sit down. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, it’s fine… um, when will he be back?” Wheat looked around and noticed there were no surveillance devices in the room. The Operation Table was lit up with many flashing red and green lights, looking extremely complex.
“Is it very urgent?” The curly-haired young man poured her a glass of water and scratched his head. “I don’t know how long it will take; why don’t you wait here?”
“Oh, that’s fine.” Wheat picked up the glass and took a sip. Her gaze drifted toward the screen where Zombies were swarming earlier. It was still chaotic; the bright green images were glaringly vivid, showing a massive crowd of Zombies gathered in front of a suspended building, while scattered survivors were fleeing throughout the area.
The curly-haired young man seemed uninterested, sporting dark circles under his eyes as he fiddled with the control stick. The images on several screens switched back and forth—sometimes zooming in, sometimes pulling away—making it quite dull.
“What are you doing?” Wheat asked to break the silence. She remembered the distribution areas of her people from the charts, and the segment that the young man was currently playing with happened to be where Cao Liang, Song Yao, and Luci were located in the Testing Area.
"Nothing much," the Curly-Haired Young Man shrugged, looking helpless. "I just finished my night shift."
"Uh... you can sleep for a bit, I'll keep an eye on things," Wheat said casually, smiling. "It's perfect since I don't have much to do."
"Really? Is that okay?" The Curly-Haired Young Man's face lit up with joy. "Won't it take up your time? I heard the File Area has been pretty busy lately."
"It's no trouble, I have to wait for... someone anyway," Wheat said, forcing calmness as she glanced at the several red buttons on the Operation Table. "These buttons shouldn't be touched, right?"
"Huh?" The Curly-Haired Young Man looked at where she was staring and chuckled. "Don't touch the one at the top. If you're bored, you can learn from me..." He nudged a small control stick and added, "That's for switching cameras; don't touch anything else."
"Got it." Wheat smiled slightly, winked at him, and stuck out her tongue. "What happens if I touch that? Will it explode?"
"Hahaha." The Curly-Haired Young Man enjoyed Wheat's playful antics as he leaned on the Operation Table, laughing. "It's not that dramatic; that's the master control switch, it runs 24 hours a day. If you accidentally turn it off... the base will go blind."
"Oh wow." Wheat looked surprised and praised him, "That's impressive! But it's so dark; I can't see anything."
"Hey, want some light? Easy enough." The Curly-Haired Young Man pointed cheerfully at a knob on the Control Panel. "Don't underestimate this Control Panel; it's the central hub. But I'm not going to chat anymore; I'm going to nap for a bit. Remember to wake me when someone arrives."
"Okay." Wheat gave an 'okay' gesture, spread out the file on the Control Panel, and pretended to write and draw while stealing glances at the Curly-Haired Young Man until his snoring began. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Wheat took off her shoes and tiptoed barefoot to the door to lock it from the inside before starting to fiddle with the control stick. A hundred images flickered continuously, and she struggled to grasp what to do at first. After trying for a while, she finally figured out the pattern and carefully zoomed in on the dark images, squinting to examine them. The young girl seemed a bit overwhelmed; it appeared that the venue...
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