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"It’s me." Liu Yan emerged from behind the bushes, raising both hands to signal that he meant no harm.
Song Jiu glanced at him, loosening his grip on the knife but still remaining on guard. "What do you want?"
"Well, I’d like to talk to you," Liu Yan replied, his voice smooth and magnetic. His expression remained indifferent. Noticing that Song Jiu didn’t respond, he added, "If that's alright."
"Go ahead," Song Jiu tilted his head slightly, gesturing for him to sit down.
Liu Yan didn’t hesitate. He adjusted his glasses politely and sat down next to Song Jiu. Spotting a half-burned cigarette stub on the ground, he smiled and pulled out a small metal box from his pocket, handing it to Song Jiu.
"Wow, this is nice," Song Jiu said with a grin as he opened the box to find dozens of neatly arranged cigarettes inside. Picking one up, he examined it closely; the faint red characters spelling out 'Zhonghua' were bold and striking. Without hesitation, he lit one up and took a satisfying drag before asking, "Where did you get these?"
"Special supply," Liu Yan chuckled, taking one for himself as well. It seemed the rest were meant for Song Jiu.
"Sister Jia is showing favoritism," Song Jiu remarked with a smirk as he looked at Liu Yan. "So, what do you want to discuss?"
"I want to know how you plan to deal with the Zombie problem," Liu Yan asked directly, taking a light puff and blowing a series of smoke rings into the night sky.
Song Jiu blinked and replied, "I haven’t figured it out yet. I still don’t know how to distinguish the Zombies in the Militia."
"I can help you," Liu Yan interrupted before Song Jiu could ask another question. "I can help you identify all the Zombies in the camp, but I want to know what you intend to do."
Song Jiu didn’t answer; instead, he fixed a piercing gaze on Liu Yan, veins standing out on his hand gripping the knife.
"The Zombies in the warehouse should all be dead by now. What about those in the camp? Do they need to be killed too?" Liu Yan asked with a calm smile, pointing at the blade in Song Jiu's hand. "That won't kill me."
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Jiu suddenly sprang into action. He grabbed Liu Yan by the hair and slammed him down onto the ground, pressing his knee into Liu Yan's abdomen. With a fierce tug on his hair, he brought the glinting Steel Saw Blade dangerously close to Liu Yan's eye.
"How about giving it a try?" With a swift motion, Song Jiu looked down at the calm Liu Yan, tilted his head to spit out the cigarette butt, and gently nudged the blade of Fang Steel against the lens, aiming the straight edge at Liu Yan's ink-colored pupil. A sinister grin spread across Song Jiu's face; if Liu Yan dared to utter another word of nonsense, the two-finger-wide Steel Saw Blade would unhesitatingly pierce through his brain.
Faced with the sharp blade nearly touching his iris, Liu Yan showed no sign of fear. However, the indifference on his face faded slightly, gradually turning serious.
"After all, I saved you once; this isn't right," Liu Yan said, opening his mouth with a hint of helplessness.
"Do you think that useless fool could kill me? You underestimate me too much." Song Jiu's gaze was piercing as he tightened his grip on his hair and coldly said, "I've heard all about the infamous Zombie. If you have nothing else to say, you might as well start thinking about your last words."
"What do you want to know?" Perhaps pressured by Song Jiu, Liu Yan's breathing became slightly hurried.
"How many Zombies are in the camp?" Song Jiu fixed his eyes on Liu Yan and asked loudly, "What is your purpose?"
"Excluding those in the warehouse, there are twenty-seven Zombies left in the camp." Liu Yan swallowed hard, glancing at the saw blade that seemed ready to strike at any moment. He forced a bitter smile and said, "Can you put that away? I admit it; that could definitely kill me."
"Purpose," Song Jiu remained unmoved, maintaining his somewhat ambiguous posture as he continued to interrogate.
"I hope you can spare the Zombies and not wipe them out completely." Liu Yan's expression turned serious as he spoke softly. "Zombies were once human; they are entirely different from regular Zombies. They are also quite pitiful."
"They?" Song Jiu sneered and mocked him. "Shouldn't it be 'you'?"
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"Don't waste my time. What do you really want? Why are you expanding this place to keep Survivors?" Song Jiu pointedly revealed Liu Yan's identity while questioning him, his mind racing.
"How did you guess I'm one of the Zombies?" Liu Yan did not argue but calmly admitted his identity.
"You just confessed without being asked." Song Jiu gritted his teeth but eventually loosened his grip and pulled Liu Yan up from the ground, snorting, "If you'd run into someone with a shorter temper, you'd be dead by now."
"I guess you won't kill me," Liu Yan said, brushing off the dust from his clothes and smirking. "But you might hit me, so I guess that's half right."
"Half right," Song Jiu replied as he turned and pushed open the door to his empty room, gesturing invitingly. "Come on in, Zombie Sharpshooter, let's talk."
At the main gate wall, Watchtower.
Jiao Ziqian leaned halfway over the wall, his legs swinging like clockwork. Resting his head on his arms, he peered through the Watchtower. "What are you going to do if you finish off the Zombie before I get there?"
"Go ask Dream Fan Sister, or one of the others; they all saw it," the girl rolled her eyes and continued her massage without engaging further.
"I'm not familiar with those people; just tell me," Jiao Ziqian muttered, feeling bored. "When we came in, we were searched thoroughly. What could she use to kill someone?"
"Shameless! I'm only fifteen; how do you expect me to explain?" The girl blushed and spat, "I'm going to tell Sister Luo!"
Jiao Ziqian's expression froze as he realized he had indeed been a bit foolish. Dream Fan only had a few tricks up her sleeve; asking the girl was a bit inappropriate. Feeling embarrassed, he quickly said, "Forget it, forget it! Don't be mad, okay?"
The girl shot him a glare before suddenly recalling something. "By the way, what does Brother Jiu mean by us not going back?"
"Where are we supposed to go back to?" Jiao Ziqian countered.
"Home! Are we abandoning our camp?" The girl widened her eyes. "I think this place is worse than our camp."
"Silly girl, this is our new home," Jiao Ziqian ruffled her messy hair with a sigh. "After you went missing, Brother Jiu got really anxious and searched around the camp for two days. He accidentally fired his weapon and attracted all the Zombies from the mountains. You know how it is in our area; once the Zombies come, it's chaos. We had no choice but to abandon the city and run."
The girl's expression dimmed slightly as she lowered her head and murmured, "It's all my fault."
"Hey, it's not your fault," Jiao Ziqian said cheerfully as he comforted her. " Brother Jiu was planning to move in spring anyway; he was mainly worried about you. Now look at this place—it's desolate but much safer than before. By summer, we can even go swimming; how great is that?"
"Home Sweet Home is not as good as your own doghouse." The little girl pouted, knowing that Qian'er Brother was trying to comfort her. She sighed in frustration and fell silent.
"Don't overthink it; it's not our first time moving," Jiao Ziqian smiled and, noticing the girl's low spirits, added, "If you're tired, go find your Dream Fan Sister. Let her help you sleep."
"Okay." The little girl felt a bit sleepy after his words. She stood up, patted her backside, and climbed down the inner wall ladder.
The militia had all rushed to join Chef Jia for an on-site inspection. The originally arranged guards had to be replaced by Song Jiu's people due to a shortage of manpower. They could only leave a few relatively safe spots empty and concentrated their efforts on the broken walls and the four watchtowers. At this moment, the Brick Wall area was silent, with only a few torches flickering.
As the little girl walked past the main entrance, she turned her head to take a look and paused in confusion. There had been torches here when she passed earlier; A Hai was chatting with a guard, and she had even snagged a bag of sunflower seeds. Why was it dark now?
"A Hai, are you there?" The little girl curiously stepped closer and called into the pitch-black entrance.
The entrance swallowed the light, thick with darkness, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
Instinctively, she took two steps back. The Young Lady's alertness surged within her as she frowned and decided to return to tell Jiao Ziqian.
Just as she prepared to turn away, she suddenly felt a rush of wind behind her. Before she could see clearly, a hand with a faint fragrance covered her mouth. The little girl's face turned pale as she struggled against the grip, trying to make muffled sounds to alert her comrades on the wall. However, at fifteen years old, her efforts seemed insignificant against that force. The person behind her dragged her into the dark entrance. In the darkness, there were faint sounds of fabric tearing, followed by a muffled thud, and then silence fell once more.
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