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In the deep alley, there were faint sounds.
The Heavy Off-Road Vehicle in the shadows stopped shaking. The half-open door was kicked open, and Gaoyang leaned against the door frame as he stepped out, feeling slightly dizzy. He stood naked in the night, his body smeared with blood, sweat trickling down his back, reflecting a strange sheen in the dim moonlight. Leaning against the vehicle, he took a breath and let out a laugh that was both weak and filled with a sense of satisfaction. Turning back to glance at the cabin, he saw the girl still slumped in the back seat, her hands hanging limply, her back a gruesome sight, bloodied and mangled, her legs curled up amidst a mess, barely clinging to life.
The peak of pleasure was gradually fading away, and as the thrill subsided, his previously distant rationality began to stumble back into focus.
After releasing his primal instincts, worry crept into Gaoyang's mind. He knew he had gotten himself into trouble.
This was someone brought back from the sea by the armed Field Duty team, specifically instructed to be secretly sent to the experimental zone after being driven mad. Gaoyang calmed down as he stared at the faintly breathing body that seemed almost lifeless and felt a pang of panic.
"She can't be dead, can she?"
Gaoyang thought to himself, taking a deep breath and looking up at the sky. In the distance, a faint light was beginning to appear; dawn was approaching.
"Hey, are you dead?" Gaoyang bent down and crawled into the cabin, giving the girl’s blood-stained rear a pat. Despite having just released his urges, the slickness of her skin still made him salivate. The girl’s breath was barely there; her disheveled hair fell over her pale face. Gaoyang held his breath and leaned closer to Yuan An's side to listen carefully; thankfully, she was still breathing.
"Stop playing dead and get up." Gaoyang felt relieved; as long as she wasn't dead, it was fine. The Blonde Woman could always be teased by Sister Jiu later. Why shouldn't he indulge in his captive? Thinking of the Blonde Woman soured his mood again. Cursing under his breath, he picked up his shirt from the ground, shook it off awkwardly, and put it on.
"Hmm?" Gaoyang paused for a moment when he felt something inside his shirt. Reaching in, he found himself amused; it was the girl's delicate panties. Holding them up to his face and taking a deep sniff left him wanting more. Glancing around the vehicle and calculating the time again made him restless. He gritted his teeth; well, debts weren't something to worry about—better to indulge fully this time.
Gaoyang tossed his clothes into the cabin and crawled inside to unlock Yuan An's handcuffs. Having been suspended for too long, her arms had completely lost strength and fell limply down. Her snow-white wrists bore deep blood marks where her skin had rolled back. The wound on her back wasn't very deep but looked horrifying; it wasn't fatal but had stopped bleeding now. The gaping wound was covered with slowly congealing scabs and appeared swollen.
Gaoyang wasn't worried; after all, no one in the lab knew what had happened before—he just needed to deliver her without concern. He shook a thermos from the front seat; there was still water inside. After taking a sip himself, he poured some over Yuan An's body and used his shirt to wipe off her bloodstains. The cool water stung her wounds, causing her to emit a pained whimper as her body twitched slightly. Seeing this made Gaoyang happy; he increased his efforts in cleaning her wounds forcefully to bring her back from the brink of unconsciousness.
Yuan An let out a suppressed hiss from her throat as her eyelashes fluttered open with great difficulty. Through strands of hair falling over her face, she saw her hands hanging beside her seat.
"Put on your clothes." Seeing that she had regained some awareness, Gaoyang grabbed the blood-soaked clothes and tossed them over to her before shutting the car door behind him and moving around to the other side.
Yuan An woke up and tried to move her fingers. Earlier, her body's self-preservation mechanism had caused her to faint just before reaching her limit. Fortunately, Gaoyang's frenzied torment hadn't harmed any vital organs; otherwise, whether she could regain consciousness again would have been uncertain. A cool breeze blew across her face as she turned her eyes around and saw Gaoyang standing before her again. Suddenly feeling pain at her scalp made her realize he had grabbed her hair and forced her head up.
Her senses were still somewhat dulled, and the pain forced her to react. Struggling, she pushed herself up with her two aching, powerless arms to alleviate the excruciating pain of her hair being pulled. With that movement, another wave of pain crashed over her, as if her body had been rolled over by a giant stone.
A foul stench assaulted her senses as Gaoyang's hands gripped Yuan An's cheeks.
Yuan An was momentarily stunned, propping herself up on the chair as she struggled to rise. The intense pain sharpened her awareness, and in a fleeting moment of evasion, her peripheral vision caught sight of the car keys inserted into the ignition.
Slap!
A loud slap struck her cheek, causing Yuan An to lose her balance and nearly topple over from the force.
Gaoyang seized Yuan An's long hair and yanked her forward. This time, Yuan An did not resist.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and half-heartedly leaned in, her pale lips parting to receive him.
As she savored the last warmth before dawn, Gaoyang felt every pore in his body open up; the sensation of comfort and satisfaction was indescribable.
Yuan An fought back the urge to vomit, waiting for strength to gradually spread through her limbs. Her gaze fixated on the iron hook prosthetic dangling by her face as she silently began to count down in her mind.
At the moment when the sky turned pale with dawn, a sudden scream shattered the silence of the streets.
"Ahhh!"
Accompanied by a desperate wail, Yuan An suddenly lunged forward, enduring the excruciating pain throughout her body. She threw herself at Gaoyang with all her might, and they both tumbled out of the car door, crashing heavily onto the cold pavement.
The pain brought clarity. As Yuan An hit the ground, she quickly got up and spat out a mouthful of blood along with a severed piece of flesh. Fueled by rage, she charged at Gaoyang, who was clutching his groin and howling on the ground. She pressed down hard on his wildly flailing iron hook prosthetic and without hesitation bit down on his throat, clenching her teeth with all her strength. Gaoyang screamed in agony beneath her; his uninjured hand pounded furiously against Yuan An's body as he tried to grab her hair to pull her away.
Yuan An was running out of strength and couldn't afford to wear him down. It felt like she had bitten into something; without thinking twice, she tore into it.
The morning streets were engulfed in a mist of blood as Gaoyang's piercing scream abruptly ceased, replaced by a wheezing sound reminiscent of an old bellows.
Yuan An was exhausted, collapsing to the side as he coughed up the tissue from his throat that was still attached to his trachea. He wiped the blood from his mouth, struggled to stand up, and leaned against the car door to climb into the cabin.
Gaoyang's throat and groin were gushing blood; one hand could cover the upper part, but not the lower. His eyes were fixed on Yuan An, who had taken the driver's seat, his voice hoarse as if he were shouting something in anger, yet the sounds he made were incomprehensible. Yuan An turned the key to start the car and saw Gaoyang crawling under it in the rearview mirror. In his hand, Gaoyang clutched the piece of throat tissue that Yuan An had bitten off, desperately trying to reclaim his manhood from beneath the vehicle.
Gaoyang knew he wouldn't die, but he understood that his zombie physiology couldn't grant him a new life. As a zombie caught in a quagmire, he possessed the bloodthirsty nature of Field Duty but lacked its decisiveness and courage. Even though Yuan An was already at his limit, perhaps just one more blow would render him completely unable to resist; however, Gaoyang couldn't spare a thought for Yuan An. All he could see was a part of his own body.
He had already lost one hand; he didn't want to lose the symbol of his masculinity as well.
Choices are sometimes difficult and at other times astonishingly simple.
Yuan An shifted gears and saw in the rearview mirror that Gaoyang had half of his body under the car. Taking a deep breath, he pressed down hard on the accelerator.
The heavy off-road vehicle roared powerfully, shaking as it easily rolled over Gaoyang. After driving a few meters, Yuan An slammed on the brakes, shifted into reverse, adjusted his angle, and pressed the gas again.
Mist dampened the poplar trees lining the streets, crystalline droplets sliding down their veins. Inside an old low wall, the black SUV moved forward and backward repeatedly, dew falling into the dust as it ended its game, releasing a plume of exhaust and leaving behind a steaming pile of fresh flesh.
An eyeball hung at the edge of the meat sauce, its dim pupil watching as the SUV turned around a corner and disappeared from sight.
The morning breeze lifted the curtains, dispersing the thick smoke in the room.
Su Lan stood up with a weary expression on her face and stretched lazily toward dawn.
Ming Junwei extinguished his last cigarette, exhaling deeply as he gazed at her slender figure by the window. He momentarily lost himself in thought before speaking up: "It's dawn; I should take my leave." With that, he stood up, brushed off the ash from his clothes, and turned toward the door.
"Wait." Su Lan suddenly turned around; it was slightly cool in the morning air, and a chill crept into her collar, raising goosebumps on her skin.
"I've said everything that needs to be said; is there anything else you want to ask?" Ming Junwei shrugged; having revealed long-hidden secrets, there was indeed nothing more to discuss.
At this moment, Su Lan felt a surge of emotions as she looked at the man before her. After a long silence, she sighed: "You should rest here for now. What is your companion's name? I'll go see if I can find him."
Ming Junwei raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. After a moment of thought, he said, "Yinuo, Zhao Yinuo, Young Lady."
Su Lan shot him a glance, her expression skeptical. "Just one?"
"Just one," Ming Junwei affirmed.
Su Lan nodded, silently noting the name. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Don't blame me for being suspicious. You're really just here to find a companion and have no other intentions?"
Ming Junwei chuckled softly and sighed, "Of course."
"Alright then, wait for me here until I return."
"Wait." Ming Junwei suddenly remembered something and hurriedly interrupted Su Lan, awkwardly saying, "Not just one."
"You..." Su Lan was taken aback.
"Don't be upset," Ming Junwei waved his hands repeatedly, explaining, "The person I'm looking for is indeed just one. However, there's another fellow who came with me but got separated when we left the courtyard. I don't know if he was caught by your people. If possible, could you also look for him? But he should be quite willing to stay here."
"Name," Su Lan glared at him in annoyance. If it weren't for their past friendship, she would have wanted to kick him.
"Hou Xiong, male, severely burned on his face—very recognizable." Ming Junwei rubbed his nose and added, "And that young man from last night; just let him go."
"You still have the leisure to think about this at a time like this?" Su Lan shook her head helplessly. "Fine, wait for me. I'll change clothes and take you to find a place to stay."
"This place is just fine," Ming Junwei pointed outside with a smile. "I saw it when I came in last night; it's spacious."
Su Lan rolled her eyes in exasperation. Of course it was nice; this was where she and Kenny lived. Old Yang could only rest here too. Ming Junwei actually thought he could sleep in the bedroom! She almost forgot Old Yang was still inside. Su Lan slapped her forehead and shot Ming Junwei a glare to keep him there before slipping into the partition to wake up the old man and the young one.
"Tsk, what time is it?" The old man had been sleeping lightly; Su Lan's soft call roused him immediately. Old Yang rubbed the back of his head and peered through the curtain at the morning light spilling in from outside. He quickly became alert and sighed, "Still not back?"
"No, the lab should be busier," Su Lan casually replied, waking the sleeping little boy. Suddenly remembering that Ming Junwei should still remember him, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, you rest here for a while. I'll be right back."
"I've rested enough for one night," Old Yang said, his anger from last night having mostly dissipated. He waved his hand and added helplessly, "I'll go to the lab to find him."
Su Lan had no choice but to nod in agreement. "Then please wait a moment." With that, she hurriedly ran out, only to see Ming Junwei standing by the table, examining a photo frame.
"Stop looking at it. Let's go," Su Lan snatched the frame away and pushed him out.
"What's wrong?" Ming Junwei asked, looking confused. "By the way, Big Yellow Dog and Luci's Kittens are here too. Help me look for them."
"Are you done yet?" Su Lan was exasperated. Helping you find your companions was just a moment of weakness; you, the culprit behind the zombie outbreak, think I'm some lost-and-found service?
At this moment, Ming Junwei had returned to his carefree demeanor, with a rogue expression on his left cheek and a gluttonous one on his right as he walked and asked, "By the way, who is that girl in the photo? Is she one of your researchers?"
"Why do you care so much?" Su Lan shouted, her voice rising. Old Yang in the next room thought she was talking to him and pulled aside the curtain to come out, puzzled. "What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Teacher, you stay here," Su Lan felt dizzy and pushed Ming Junwei again, casually saying, "That's the teacher's granddaughter. Come on, if we don't leave now, I won't be responsible anymore."
To her surprise, Ming Junwei not only didn't hurry away but instead completely stopped in his tracks, looking at her with a strange expression. He pointed at Professor Yang, who was equally confused, and asked, "His granddaughter?"
"Ming Junwei," Su Lan was getting angry.
Old Yang adjusted his glasses; although he didn't know who Aso was referring to as a man, it sounded like they were talking about him.
Seeing that Su Lan seemed genuinely angry now, Ming Junwei quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't misunderstand. What I meant to ask is if that girl is named Yang Chun Yue."
Su Lan's anger suddenly deflated; her raised hand hung in the air for a long time without coming down.
Professor Yang's body trembled as he lifted his face to look at Ming Junwei, pretending to clear his ears, and frowned as he stepped forward.
"Who are you talking about?" Professor Yang stood in front of the two, his slanted eyes glinting with an inexplicable light.
"Teacher," Su Lan stammered, glancing between Ming Junwei and Old Yang, murmuring, "Xiao Ming, have you seen that girl?"
Ming Junwei's heart sank; he realized he had stumbled into a situation. Unsure whether to feel happy or sad, he hesitated for a moment before replying, "I have."
"Where is she?" Old Yang's slightly hunched body suddenly straightened as he grasped Ming Junwei's arm tightly, asking urgently, "Where did you see her? When?"
"Please don't get agitated, Teacher." Su Lan quickly stepped in between them, frowning at Ming Junwei and saying seriously, "Xiao Ming, do you really—"
"I do." Ming Junwei interrupted Su Lan's question, narrowing his eyes at Professor Yang and stating solemnly, "I saw a girl named Yang Chun Yue not long ago in the ancient city." He then looked at Su Lan, his gaze laden with meaning.
Su Lan met his eyes and was about to ask when she suddenly realized something and froze.
The sudden news threw Old Yang into disarray. Noticing Su Lan's strange expression, he calmed down slightly, but the light in his eyes dimmed a bit as he hesitantly asked, "Is she... is she still alive?"
Ming Junwei parted his lips and glanced at Su Lan, who looked at him with a pleading expression. He exhaled slowly, turning his gaze back to Professor Yang and regretfully shook his head.
Professor Yang's straight posture seemed to lose its strength; he slumped again as the grip on Ming Junwei's arm loosened. His gaze became vacant as he murmured, "Zombie..."
Su Lan let out a long sigh and hurriedly supported Old Yang. She cast a complex glance at Ming Junwei, signaling him to leave first.
Ming Junwei remained still. Cyclops flashed Passage with an inexplicable meaning. He cleared his throat and spoke clearly: "Your granddaughter was murdered."
"Ming Junwei!" This was the third time Su Lan called his name directly; it was evident that she had reached her limit of patience and had already sensed Ming Junwei's intentions.
"What?" Professor Yang trembled as he lifted his head, squinting slightly as he pushed Su Lan's hand away and asked, "What did you say?"
“Ming Junwei, the explosives have been detonated, and your granddaughter died in that explosion.” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying chill.
Su Lan's face fell, and she weakly closed her eyes.
“Uncle Ming.”
A clear child's voice broke the silence at the door.
Ming Junwei frowned and turned to look inside the room. A little boy lifted the curtain, his indifferent face suddenly brightening with joy as he rushed forward.
At the same time, a light cough came from behind in the hall.
“Ahem, quite lively here.”
Su Lan jolted, realizing something was wrong. She turned toward the sound and saw Kenny had appeared in the hall at some point, watching the scene with keen interest as he leisurely removed his glasses. “Aso, introduce yourself.”
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