Chapter 150

Lin An's gaze seemed to pass through the iron door, seeing a child sitting on the ground, constantly banging his head against the door.

Liang Shaoguang seemed to have realized, he stared dumbfounded at his wife.

You said the child in the wheelchair was your relative, didn't you?!

You just took him in to look after him!?

Zhou Fengling's face was full of timidity, she hugged the child tightly, her eye sockets red.

Sorry, I... I was just afraid you'd worry about me bringing a burden...

Lin An sighed, his gaze complex as he turned to look at Zhou Fengling.

Yeah.

That child is a burden.

You lost your parents early, the child is disabled, you have no man, and you're constantly out driving a truck to haul goods.

It's very tiring and hard.

Even the village is full of rumors; this life is indeed hard to endure.

Such things are very common; Lin An doesn't even need to ask Zhou Fengling's fellow villagers, he can roughly guess.

Her hands are full of old calluses, her figure worn; a woman driving a truck isn't doing it without reliance for a living—who would willingly do that?

Gao Tian took a deep breath, he asked with difficulty:

Boss, you mean Zhou Fengling harmed the child to marry Liang Shaoguang!?

The child's dying resentment infused into the doll!? It turned into a Meme hunting her!?

No!

Zhou Fengling tightly hugged the child, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

I didn't!

How could I possibly bear to kill my own child!?

She turned her head to look at Liang Shaoguang, eyes full of pleading.

Old Liang, believe me, you must believe me! How could I be so cruel...

Lin An gave an approving glance to Gao Tian, but still shook his head.

I believe you didn't kill the child; you couldn't do such a thing.

But I want to reconstruct what happened then.

One day before the Apocalypse broke out, you took Liang Shaoguang's child and returned to your hometown.

You had previously told the child not to call you mother; your grandfather also acquiesced, knowing you were having a hard time.

Your first child saw the toy you made that day; after you left, he wanted to ask his grandfather for one, or his grandfather proactively made him one.

After you left, the child missed you every day, playing games with the doll by himself.

Because he in the wheelchair couldn't move, and the child's disability was even more severe—he was a paralyzed child, only able to move his neck...

So the only game he could play was statue.

As Lin An narrated, Zhang Tie seemed to see a boy in a wheelchair, only able to talk to himself, happily looking at a human-shaped doll.

3.2.1

Statue

Don't move...

Bang-bang-bang

The doll was banging on the door.

Lin An continued speaking softly, completely unconcerned.

When the Apocalypse broke out, you and Liang Shaoguang brought the child back to the village.

The child in the wheelchair was happy to see you, but you didn't dare have much contact, fearing Liang Shaoguang would find out.

The child in the wheelchair was well-behaved, he listened to your words, so he never dared call you mother.

Until the Apocalypse broke out...

Nobody can face zombies for the first time without being afraid.

At that time, you were holding the child in your hands, right?

During the escape, I believe you definitely saw the child in the wheelchair.

When the zombies rushed out, he or she had a doll sitting on his or her leg,

You hesitated, afraid...

But in the end you still chose to abandon saving him.

A child in a wheelchair, you thought even if saved he couldn't survive in this Apocalypse.

Even death would be a kind of release.

Actually you didn't have much feeling for him; otherwise, seeing the painted doll you wouldn't have let him keep holding it.

That child caused you too much suffering; you're too exhausted...

Lin An walked over to Zhou Fengling, then slowly bent down.

You saw the child being eaten alive by zombies, the blood-stained doll on his leg thereafter became your nightmare.

Whenever you recall it, I believe you will feel guilt and fear.

So you doubled the love you gave to your and Liang Shaoguang's child.

The woman covered her face and sobbed, the iron door's pounding echoing in her heart.

I actually realized... I actually realized the doll outside is Xiao Nan...

I'm really too afraid... he can't survive!

For his treatment, I've lost everything; I drive the car every day, scrimping and saving, I really can't hold on anymore...!

Her voice trembling with sobs, Zhou Fengling rested her head on the bewildered child's face, her whole body shaking.

Mom... don't... cry

The child imitated an adult's gesture, trying to wipe away the tears on her face, then turned their head, somewhat curiously, looking at Lin An.

Lin An slowly straightened his body, but a series of exclamations came from others nearby.

Door! Door!

The iron door has been forced open a gap!

Quick! Quick, find something to block it!

Inside the restaurant, panic spread; the originally sturdy iron door unknowingly acquired a dent from a puppet, and the lower gap faintly let light through.

Zhang Tie felt a chill behind him, and a figure darted to Lin An's front.

Lin... boss! What do we do!!

Lin An paid no heed to the iron door behind him; the eyes of everyone in the restaurant were filled with despair.

He had long realized that they couldn't stay here.

In my past life, all the major safe zones were slaughtered by the puppets; what could an ordinary iron door possibly block?

It seems that the Meme's killing enhances strength...

He waved his hand, indicating to Zhang Tie and Gao Tian that they need not panic.

He simply looked at Zhou Fengling with a calm voice and continued:

Actually, I've been thinking about a question.

Why do the puppets give you time to flee after they kill someone?

This loophole is actually quite big.

I don't think it's necessarily limited in its killing.

Once it locks onto a target, as long as someone voluntarily makes eye contact with it, it restarts its count.

I think it might be looking at...

It is looking at the person who is willing to die for others, willing to sacrifice themselves to save someone.

Could it be his mother...

It's a pity that, up to now, it has not seen those eyes.

Just as when he died, the last thing he saw was his mother abandoning his back.

Bang!

The iron door couldn't withstand the impact and was blown open.

The moonlight of night squeezed through the crack in the door, spilling onto the ground.

The door opened.

Painted white, the puppet with wooden, pallid eyes sat on the ground, silently gazing at the survivors in the restaurant.