Chapter 15

Clatter.

Returning home and closing the door, Zhang Su shook the keys in his hand with joy: "Brother Li's whole family lives together. There must be some stock at home. If... if there's no one at home, don't waste it."

It wasn't that he was hoping Brother Li's whole family would be wiped out, it was just that from the current situation, that was the case...

Zheng Xinyu felt heavy looking at the keys stained with blood. Suddenly, her expression moved, and she pointed to her bedroom: "I forgot earlier, I have wet wipes, lots of wet wipes!"

"Wet wipes?" Zhang Su put the keys on the shoe cabinet and looked at Zheng Xinyu: "Wet wipes are good, they can completely replace water to wipe the body. Why did I forget earlier?"

As he spoke, he walked toward Zheng Xinyu's bedroom without being polite.

"I wasn't going to challenge myself to not leave the room and not accept supplies for a month, so I could only rely on wet wipes for personal hygiene. I bought quite a few, and there are alcohol disinfectant wipes too. They were all piled on the side and I forgot to unpack them!"

Zheng Xinyu followed Zhang Su with light steps, thinking that she could finally clean her personal hygiene without consuming water, and felt much better in her heart.

People can endure hardship, but they don't look for hardship—they keep looking for comfortable ways to get rid of distress.

Soon, the two unpacked the express boxes. Sure enough, as Zheng Xinyu said, there were twenty large packs of ordinary wet wipes, eighty sheets per pack, and another three hundred alcohol wipes!

"Hahaha..."

Zhang Su couldn't help but laugh out loud, immediately opened a pack of wet wipes, pulled out one, and wiped the blood on his chin and neck.

Zheng Xinyu was also very happy. In difficult times, she hoped she could be useful. Now she had done it. Happily, she also pulled out a wet wipe to help Zhang Su wipe off the missed blood.

After Zhang Su wiped the blood clean, he specifically used alcohol wipes to wipe again. Whether it was useful or not, it was at least a psychological comfort.

After cleaning up, a total of about ten wet wipes were consumed—1,600 sheets, enough to last for a long time.

"I'm going to take a leak."

Zhang Su said and walked toward the bathroom, throwing the dirty short-sleeved T-shirt into the trash can. It was stained with zombie blood, and without water to wash it, it was useless. Anyway, he had plenty of such clothes, didn't worry about having nothing to wear at home, and couldn't take it with him if he left.

The moment he left Zheng Xinyu's sight and walked into the bathroom, subtitles appeared in his mind.

【Kill the zombie outside the door with others within one day. Difficulty: C. Completed. Time taken: 01:33:25】

"So it only appears when no one is watching."

Zhang Su had wondered earlier why there was no follow-up to the challenge, but because there were too many things to deal with, he didn't pay much attention.

"Then if..."

Intending to test his guess, he planned to walk out of the bathroom, but found he could only walk in place, locked in a wonderful space.

"Looks like I thought too much."

At this moment, the subtitles in his mind faded, and a new line of subtitles appeared.

【Reward: Insight Tag * 20】

"Insight Tag?"

Times twenty is easy to understand. It should be that he can use this special ability twenty times. But how to understand 'Insight Tag'?

"Boss, explain it. How to use this Insight Tag?"

Zhang Su asked hard in his mind, like a thirsty student. Unfortunately, the screen changed, the subtitles disappeared, and only a 【Insight Tag 0/20】 subtitle appeared in his mind.

As always, there was no echo, and he also broke free from the time stop and returned to normal.

"A bit perfunctory. Insight Tag, um..."

While Zhang Su stood in the bathroom, feeling extremely confused, his two employees were huddled in the Yileiwen convenience store, shivering.

In the pitch-black convenience store, Wu Lue and a young woman were hiding under the counter, not daring to breathe.

Just as Zhang Su expected, Zhao Xue, who took over Wu Lue's day shift, arrived at her post early as usual. But unlike the past when she greeted the day's work with a quiet smile, today Zhao Xue ran into the convenience store limping and terrified, having lost one of her shoes.

Wu Lue, who was dozing off, was awakened by the sudden commotion. He didn't expect that he was just tired from studying with his teacher, and after sleeping for a while, the world turned upside down...

Although he was weak, he wasn't stupid. Seeing zombies frantically lunging and biting passersby on the street, he pulled down the rolling shutter for the first time. This convenience store, which didn't even close during the New Year, finally closed for business.

"Sister Xue, how are you?"

Zhao Xue, who was barefoot on one foot, was currently curled up in the corner holding her ankle, sobbing in a low voice, her eyes empty. These few hours were as hard to endure as half a century. The occasional sound of car collisions, heart-piercing screams, and desperate cries for help impacted her soul at all times.

She looked up at Wu Lue, who was only an outline, and asked weakly: "Is, is there internet yet?"

"No..."

Wu Lue replied dejectedly.

"Wuwu... I, I should have run home directly. I shouldn't have come to the store. My parents, wuwu..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Xue cried in a low voice again.

"Fortunately, you didn't really do that, otherwise you would definitely have died on the way..."

Wu Lue sighed heavily: "I tried to call the police when the internet recovered just now, but I couldn't get through at all. I think the situation outside is very bad."

"Little Wu, what exactly are those man-eating monsters?"

Zhao Xue sniffed and asked in a low voice.

"What else could it be? The kind of zombies in TV shows. Damn, no wonder there have been more and more zombie-themed things in recent years. It turns out they were laying the groundwork so that when the zombie virus really broke out, everyone wouldn't be at a loss."

Wu Lue analyzed wildly, but obviously, everyone wasn't vigilant because of various zombie works.

Zhao Xue's terrible mood was stunned by Wu Lue's brain circuit. She briefly stopped sobbing and said in horror: "This, could this be a terrorist attack launched by other countries?"

"Don't know..." Wu Lue licked his lips and said: "Regardless of the cause, in short, we must find a way to protect ourselves now. Sister Xue, how is your foot? Can you walk?"

Zhao Xue rubbed her red and swollen ankle and said: "It hurts when touched, and it's very swollen."

The thick socks protected the soles of her feet from injury, but the sprained ankle was very serious.

Wu Lue scratched his messy hair and said depressedly: "If Brother Su were here, it would be great. He has a lot of experience with joint injuries. Last time I had a stiff neck, he helped me cure it..."

"Brother Su..."

Hearing Wu Lue mention Zhang Su, Zhao Xue pursed her lips gently, and the tall figure with a smile on his face appeared in her mind. Her eyes turned red.

"Right, I remember now. Brother Su has some bruise medicine in the warehouse. I'll go get it!"

Wu Lue said suddenly, without waiting for Zhao Xue's response, and walked slowly toward the warehouse, hugging a frying pan that could give him some sense of security.

(End of chapter)