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In the night sky, fireworks dazzled and enchanted.
The brilliance of the fireworks illuminated the air, even the falling white snow seemed to take on beautiful hues, descending with glimmers of light.
Amidst the bustling crowd of Human Base, the festive atmosphere was exceptionally vibrant.
Tonight, all of humanity in Wangcheng Base was immersed in a sea of revelry. The months of sorrow from separation and loss, along with the relentless pressure of survival under the threat of Zombies, found relief this evening.
People joyfully conversed with one another, sharing their stories, laughing and crying together.
Regardless of everything, from this moment on, their lives would only get better, and they would reclaim what they had lost from the hands of Zombies, piece by piece.
The dawn of hope had never truly faded; ultimately, the future of this world belonged to humanity.
People believed this firmly and worked tirelessly toward it.
In their eyes shone confidence in the future and a longing for a better life.
For amidst the calamity of the apocalypse, while the encroaching crisis had caused some Dodos to become base and filthy, many others had united closely, helping and warming each other.
In a sense, within this confined base, due to the pressure of the Zombie crisis and the shrinking living space, relationships among people had grown more harmonious.
Humanity has always possessed a glimmering side; not everyone is maliciously cold-hearted.
As he walked through this harmonious base, Chu Donglin's white hair stood out conspicuously.
His eyes were a deep black, and his skin had regained a healthy human hue. No matter how you looked at him, it was hard to find any traces of the Zombie.
Some passersby were surprised by his hair color, but they still offered him kind smiles despite his indifferent demeanor.
"There’s a performance in the square."
"Do you want to go see it together?"
"There will probably be a lot of people, right?"
"Well, we’re just wandering around anyway. Let’s go take a look..."
A couple walked past Chu Donglin, the girl sweetly clinging to her boyfriend's arm, playfully teasing him.
Their conversation drifted into Chu Donglin's ears.
He paused for a moment in the crowd, instinctively glancing at the couple.
However, amidst the ebb and flow of people, the man and woman quickly disappeared into the other end of the street.
A man by the roadside chuckled.
"Hey there, are you thinking of going to the square too?"
He was a very amiable middle-aged man. His pale hair was close to gray, but his hearty and friendly smile stood out as a beacon in the apocalypse. Such a cheerful smile often appeared on the faces of warriors who had fought against zombies and had long since come to terms with the struggles of survival.
He had been leisurely smoking by the roadside when he noticed Chu Donglin's actions and greeted him with a smile.
"If you want to go, you should hurry up. There’s a fantastic performance starting at eight-thirty. The Major General specifically invited Sister Yumo Sha to join the celebration. If you head over now, you might still catch her performance."
Yumo Sha...
Chu Donglin silently chewed on this vaguely familiar name. It seemed to belong to a singer from before the apocalypse.
However, he had long passed the age of idolizing stars and was quite out of touch with the entertainment industry. So he had only heard the name but had no clear memory of who she was.
It seemed that this star named Yumo Sha was fortunate enough to survive in the apocalypse and had even gained more popularity... Upon reflection, it made sense.
In Qianzhou, thanks to the strong support from the Wangcheng Military District, the threat of zombies had been minimized, allowing people's lives to improve significantly compared to other provinces.
As life gradually stabilized, entertainment became a pursuit for humanity. The girl named Yumo Sha was already a star before the apocalypse; after some support, she could quickly become a beloved figure among these human survivors.
After all, in an apocalyptic world where life and death were constantly at stake, people would instinctively seek solace for their souls. Not everyone could be like Chu Donglin, whose inner strength allowed him to disregard all threats and challenges without being swayed by external factors.
Amid the middle-aged man's friendly advice, Chu Donglin shook his head and said, "I'm not interested in singing and dancing. But can I ask you something? Do you know how to get to Xiangshui Road? I seem to be lost."
The man smiled and pointed down the street. "Just walk straight ahead. When you reach the first intersection, turn left and walk about five or six hundred meters. You'll see a red building. There’s a street on the side of that building with a Food Distribution Center at its entrance. Follow that street until you reach the end, and you'll find Xiangshui Road."
The middle-aged man took a heavy drag from his pipe and said in a deep, rumbling voice, "If you still haven't found your way, come back here and I'll take you personally."
Chu Donglin nodded, expressing his gratitude.
"Thank you, sir."
With that, he turned and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
His destination was the department responsible for registering the population of the base.
On Xiangshui Road, the building that managed the registered population of Wangcheng Base was located there. If Chu Donglin wanted to find the house where his parents lived, he had to go there.
As for Shishi and Xue, they had run off to explore the human marketplace again.
For Shishi, this festive atmosphere of joy and celebration was something very tangible. So she abandoned Chu Donglin and ran off with Xue.
While Xue and Shishi were having a great time at the marketplace, Chu Donglin found himself on a quieter street.
Here, he was far from the central area of the base and the residential districts, naturally distancing himself from the main areas of nighttime revelry. Not far ahead was the entrance gate of the base, with the Quarantine Zone and the Resident Management Department buildings situated nearby.
The reason for placing the Resident Management building here was primarily to facilitate the registration of people entering the base.
All individuals entering the base had to stay in the Quarantine Zone for twenty-four hours. Only after ensuring that they were not carrying the Zombie virus would they be allowed to enter the inner parts of the base.
Naturally, this was the treatment for ordinary people.
As for the treatment of extraordinary individuals, one could easily tell by the three military off-road vehicles parked at the entrance of the base.
In front of those three vehicles, soldiers from Wangcheng Base were conducting checks on a group of people.
The method of inspection was not complicated; it simply involved moistening a specially designed test strip with saliva. If the strip did not change color, it indicated that the person was not carrying any virus and could be allowed entry.
However, while this method was straightforward, the dye required to produce the test strips was not an ordinary substance, and only a select few were qualified to enjoy such treatment.
For Chu Donglin, though, none of this mattered. He merely glanced in that direction out of habit before redirecting his focus to his destination.
The Resident Registration Office of Wangcheng Base.
Inside that newly constructed building, which was neither tall nor large, were piled up the registration records and housing arrangements for all human survivors at Wangcheng Base. If someone were to set fire to this place, re-registering over two hundred thousand people would be an enormous undertaking.
Thus, despite it being a festive night of celebration, two soldiers still stood guard at the entrance of the Registration Office.
Upon seeing Chu Donglin approach, these two clearly nervous recruits—who had just completed their military training—pointed their rifles at him with wary eyes.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
At this hour, it was odd for a man to be walking toward the Registration Office, especially since it had already closed for the day. Moreover, unlike other departments, very few people visited the Registration Office even during regular hours. It was particularly strange on a night when everyone in the base should have been celebrating.
However, with two Light Machine Guns pointed at him, Chu Donglin's face remained calm.
He did not pause his steps, continuing to walk forward at the same pace, slowly approaching.
"Excuse me, is the Registration Office closed?"
As he asked, he lifted his head, calmly gazing at the two young soldiers on the stairs.
Deep within his eyes, a glamorous red slowly spread out, quickly dyeing his originally black eyes into a beautiful and enchanting red.
He maintained eye contact with the two young soldiers on the stairs, their gazes colliding for a brief moment.
Then, the two soldiers froze.
Their gun muzzles instinctively drooped down, and their previously vigilant expressions became vacant and lifeless, as if they were soulless puppets, merely waiting to be controlled.
"It’s already closed. May I ask what you need?"
One of the soldiers replied in a daze as Chu Donglin stepped up the stairs, calmly looking at the two young soldiers. He said lightly, "Could you please open the door for me? I need to check something."
The two soldiers nodded with vacant expressions, not refusing this unreasonable request. They lowered their guns and turned to open the door.
Soon, the door was opened, and Chu Donglin walked in with a calm expression, leaving the two soldiers to continue standing guard at the entrance.
Not far away from the base gate, the group of soldiers who were checking the outsiders noticed the situation here, and someone asked loudly. "Old Wang, what happened?" The young soldier named Lao Wang looked there, and there was nothing unusual in his voice. "The higher ups sent people to check the information. It's okay. Don't worry about it." So the soldier who asked nodded and stopped paying attention to the situation over there. However, at the gate of the base, a young girl suddenly raised her head, looked strangely in the direction where Chu Donglin disappeared, and frowned. "Then fellow... why does it look so familiar?"
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