Chapter 20: You Guys Really Know How to Have Fun (Please Vote and Follow!)

Zhang Su watched Zheng Xinyu scamper away, knowing what she was thinking—lacking conviction, so better not voice opinions at all; that was fine too.

Zhong Xiaoshan stared fixedly at Zhang Su, kneeling on the ground; she had fully grasped the situation—this man was her only lifeline.

“Brother, handsome guy!” Zhong Xiaoshan shuffled forward and clung to Zhang Su’s thigh, looking up at him with a pitiful expression: “Handsome guy, save me! If you let me eat even a bite, I’ll agree to anything—I’ll sleep with you!”

Zhang Su silently sighed—this woman had some limits, since she only said this when no one else was around, yet she was willing to abandon nearly everything just for food.

“With things the way they are now, do you think I’m in the mood for that? Get up. Take me to your place. If you’ve got something worth trading, I’ll give you something to eat.”

Zhang Su yanked the woman to her feet and made a gesture to move.

He liked women, and wasn’t particularly faithful; after experiencing so many, their appeal to him was limited, especially in this crisis-ridden end times.

“Then… okay, fine.”

Hearing Zhang Su wanted to go to her place, Zhong Xiaoshan’s expression turned strange, her gaze darting away as if wanting to refuse—but she swallowed her words and slowly walked toward the door.

“Xinyu, I’m going over to check if there’s anything useful. Open the door for me when I come back.”

Zhang Su pushed open Zheng Xinyu’s bedroom door and said.

“Ah… no, don’t, I’ll come with you!”

Zheng Xinyu had been sitting on the floor unpacking bizarre gifts sent by her fans, but at Zhang Su’s words, she leapt up instantly.

Leaving her alone inside was terrifying!

Zhang Su shrugged indifferently. “Bring a weapon.”

Learning Zheng Xinyu was coming too, Zhong Xiaoshan’s expression grew even more uneasy; she nervously waved her hands: “Um, miss, you really don’t need to come—it’s nothing important. Let the handsome guy go alone.”

Zhang Su’s eyebrow twitched—he sensed this woman was trying to get Zheng Xinyu out of the way. Was she planning to lure him to 802 and offer him a full-service treatment? Then what would he do—accept, accept, or accept?

Coincidentally, Zheng Xinyu thought the same thing—she too believed this flirtatious woman had ill intentions. She stole a glance at Zhang Su, trying to gauge his thoughts, only to find him staring blankly, utterly unresponsive!

Her heart sank; she cursed inwardly: Of course men are creatures who think with their genitals. She sighed dejectedly: “You two go. I won’t come.”

“Come back. We’re going together.”

Zhang Su grabbed Zheng Xinyu as she turned to return to the bedroom, sternly saying: “Why are you listening to her? Listen to me. Understood?”

The “lacking conviction” type is easily swayed—this must be noted. Instilling the mindset “listen to me” at all times is crucial, Zhang Su thought.

“Oh, oh, okay!”

Zheng Xinyu’s heart lifted slightly, and for once, she smiled. She nodded quickly and snatched up her baseball bat, trotting after them.

Though they spoke of the same thing, their minds were on entirely different wavelengths.

The three stepped out of 801. Zhang Su double-checked they had the key, then softly closed the door.

The distance was short. Passing the zombie corpses, Zhang Su felt Zheng Xinyu’s grip tighten slightly—he guessed she hadn’t fully adjusted yet. But what surprised him was Zhong Xiaoshan: walking ahead, she showed no discomfort whatsoever.

Zhong Xiaoshan hadn’t closed the door when she came out; the group entered and gently shut it behind them.

“When you were alive, you were terrified into that state—your screams probably echoed through three floors. Now you’re a bloody mess, and you’re not afraid?”

Zhang Su asked Zhong Xiaoshan as they entered the apartment.

“I—I was a nurse before. I’ve seen plenty of horrific accident victims in the hospital. Some were even worse than the one outside. Like you said, when alive, they were flesh-eating zombies—how could I not be afraid? But now they’re just corpses… at least they’re safe.”

Zhang Su found Zhong Xiaoshan’s words reasonable. Hospitals received amputees and head-trauma cases daily—he’d long since become desensitized.

Zhong Xiaoshan then pointed to the room: “Ladies, take a look. Take whatever you need. I—I just want something to eat.”

“This place… is really bare…”

Zheng Xinyu glanced around curiously. “Broke as hell” was the perfect description—the shoe cabinet in the entrance was empty, only a pair of shoes sat on the floor, and the electrical panel was fully exposed.

Two chairs stood against the wall, piled with clutter; a broom and dustpan leaned in the corner; the curtains were tightly drawn.

“Damn, even a thief would leave five yuan behind…”

Zhang Su didn’t linger in the living room at all—he went straight to the kitchen. The situation was no different. Worse—the gas wasn’t even connected. No storage, no cabinets—just a raw, unfinished apartment. To put it bluntly, even cockroaches wouldn’t come here.

“Th-things are in the bedroom…”

Seeing Zhang Su emerge from the kitchen with a dark expression, Zhong Xiaoshan pointed to the only room with a door.

“You guys are so practical. Even if you only used this as a care room, you should’ve at least decorated it. Holy shit, this is…”

Zhang Su muttered as he walked toward the room Zhong Xiaoshan indicated. The wide-open door revealed everything at a glance. Zhang Su, battle-hardened as he was, let out an involuntary exclamation.

“You guys really know how to have fun.”

The entire apartment had been renovated in only one room—the bedroom. A pink theme stimulated the senses. A large round bed sat in the center, and above the ceiling hung not only ornate lights but also several hooks.

A swing and a net hammock dangled from above; inside the hammock lay several care tools, still unopened, their packaging patterns vividly eye-catching.

In the corner stood a sizable vanity table, piled with handbags, water bottles, keys, and other odds and ends.

Zheng Xinyu, startled by Zhang Su’s reaction, hurried over. When she saw the room’s decor and the scattered array of “tools” on the floor—even she, who often cracked lewd jokes, blushed.

“So… so impressive!”

Zheng Xinyu covered her mouth with her hand, staring at Zhong Xiaoshan with a strange expression.

“Director Hu had a sexual dysfunction. He decorated this room specifically for therapeutic care—it was supposed to help recovery. But before treatment could even begin…”

Zhong Xiaoshan had anticipated their reaction. She smiled awkwardly and explained.

“Stimulating physical therapy, huh? Impressive. But I don’t care about that—if I don’t find anything useful, I’m sorry, but I won’t give you anything.”

Zhang Su entered the room and turned on the light. Unconsciously, images from Wu Lue’s computer flashed through his mind—his lower abdomen heated up. But then he pictured the horde of zombies downstairs, and his desire vanished instantly.

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