Chapter 115: Exposing the Lie

Walking through the back door, light instantly dimmed; Zhang Su heard someone rummaging nearby but couldn’t see clearly until the person spoke, revealing himself as Lu Yubo.

“Brother Su, there’s a lot of coffee, tea leaves, and Fruit Punch here—should we take it?”

Lu Yubo was on his knees, rummaging through cabinets.

After his vision gradually adjusted, Zhang Su could finally make out his surroundings: the spacious client reception room held several genuine leather sofas; even in dim light, the luxurious decorations glimmered faintly, exuding opulence.

“If there’s space, just pack it. These are premium luxuries—useless now, but handy once we’re settled.”

“Alright, I’m wiping this damn thing—wait, is that dog Miss Zheng brought back awake?”

Lu Yubo was stuffing coffee into his backpack when a strange figure suddenly appeared beside him—he jumped, but having seen that head so often lately, he instantly recognized it.

“That’s right. It just woke up when we opened the door. Bozi, where are the others?”

Zhang Su asked.

“Miss Zheng, Pei Lan, and Chen Hanzhou went over there; everyone else went upstairs.”

Lu Yubo pointed toward the shop’s main entrance.

Yihe Auto’s facade combined three storefronts into one, quite sizable—each floor exceeded four hundred square meters; the client reception room occupied only about a quarter of the first floor, leaving the front desk area and display rooms.

“Bozi, don’t rush to pack things—find the keys first; those are the most important…”

“Watch out!”

“Miss Tan, be careful!”

Aowu…

Before Zhang Su finished speaking, his ears twitched—he heard shouts from upstairs, followed by zombie roars, then chaotic footsteps and combat sounds!

The sounds echoed clearly through the silent shop; even those without enhanced hearing heard them.

“Miss Tan’s in trouble!” Lu Yubo gasped.

“Hurry!”

Zhang Su first barred the back door from inside, then sprinted upstairs.

When the three of them and the dog reached the second floor, many were gathered around: a zombie in security uniform lay motionless on the floor, a crossbow bolt embedded in its forehead; Tan Huajun leaned against an old car, breathing heavily.

Sizha.

Zhang Su walked over, yanked out the crossbow bolt, shook off the blood, then helped Tan Huajun up. “You okay?”

“I’m fine—just fell. It suddenly lunged from behind the car and shoved me down; scared the hell out of me…” Tan Huajun patted her chest, still shaken.

Yu Wen said: “Maybe we came up too quietly. This zombie was motionless until we circled around, then suddenly attacked. Hmm? Is that Miss Zheng’s Corgi?”

As he spoke, everyone noticed the dog sitting beside Zhang Su. The dim light made details unclear, but all guessed it was the Corgi Miss Zheng had carried.

“That’s right. It woke up just as you opened the door! Old Tan, you’re safe—here, keep the crossbow; it’s still usable if it didn’t break.”

Zhang Su patted Tan Huajun’s shoulder and glanced around.

The second floor of Yihe Auto displayed many cars, but not for sale—dark silhouettes revealed they were mostly vintage models from last century, placed by the shop owner to showcase taste and prestige.

Dengdengdeng.

Zhong Xiaoshan and the others searching downstairs ran up, warmly checking on Tan Huajun; they showed little reaction to the Corgi’s awakening—Zhong Xiaoshan had already seen the lively figure while waiting for Zhang Su and told Chen Hanzhou and Pei Lan.

“Remember: when entering a confined space, unless you’re launching a surprise attack, don’t tiptoe—make noise to draw out hidden zombies!”

As he spoke, Zhang Su thumped the hood of a mid-century Ford sports car with his fist—thump, thump, thump.

The heavy sound reverberated through the silent auto shop, rumbling loudly, vibrating their eardrums.

They waited. No movement.

“Mr. Zhang’s method is excellent. Our thinking was completely backward—we feared alerting them, but that only created hidden dangers. Exposing and eliminating threats early? Brilliant!”

Yu Wen praised enthusiastically.

Zhang Su was used to this guy’s flowery praise; he looked around and said: “This place is too enclosed—we need someone on watch. Pei Lan, take the window and watch the street. Yell the moment you see anything.”

“Got it.”

Pei Lan knew her hand was injured and could do little, but since they’d confirmed no zombies inside the shop, she wasn’t afraid. She walked to the window as instructed, glanced outside—visibility was good.

Zhang Su turned to Tan Huajun: “Old Tan, you just took a nasty fall—go stand watch outside. Keep the crossbow loaded. Don’t hesitate if something happens.”

“Understood, Brother Su—I won’t hold back.”

The softness faded from Tan Huajun’s round face, replaced by a hardened edge.

“Good. The rest of you, follow me upstairs to find the car keys—probably in the boss’s office.”

Zhang Su switched on his flashlight and led everyone upstairs.

Meanwhile, five shadowy figures appeared behind the counter of a cosmetic clinic opposite Yihe Auto.

“Xiao Wu lied yesterday—that’s my brother’s car, no doubt. Even burned to a frame, I’d recognize it. Those people killed my brother; only they could’ve done it.”

Liang Xiaocheng clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked; he was a ruthless bully, but he adored his older brother, Liang Dacheng—seeing his enemies made his blood boil.

One in the group spoke: “No wonder Xiao Wu ran—he must’ve told these people about the guns hidden at Yihe Auto.”

“Exactly. He didn’t want us coming here for guns—he was scared of running into them. Lied about zombies everywhere nearby. Sure, there are zombies out there—but that’s pure coincidence!”

Liang Xiaocheng nodded after hearing the analysis: “Absolutely right! I thought we needed Xiao Wu to identify them, but that was unnecessary. Do you think… my brother’s death might be connected to Xiao Wu?”

“Definitely!”

“Damn, Dacheng and Xiao Geng are dead, but that coward would’ve peed himself and begged for his life—no wonder they spared him!”

“No doubt—he betrayed Dacheng and Xiao Geng. He deserves to die!”

Since Xiao Wu had fled anyway, they could dump any filth on him freely; the only woman in the group stayed silent, while the other three chattered nonstop.

“I should’ve killed him yesterday!”

Liang Xiaocheng didn’t care whether their words were true—he was furious, needed to vent, and found his target.

Keep updating, everyone’s busy—twenty-ninth already. Most readers are probably home getting scolded by their parents, hehehe…

(End of Chapter)