Ch40 - Strange Traces

At this time, Wei Xuan was still in a deep sleep, showing no sign of waking up at all. He didn’t even realize that Du Hang was lying next to him again, but he was awakened by his very clumsy movement when Du Hang tried to put his arm back under Wei Xuan’s head and neck.

  

Wei Xuan, who was not awake, looked around suspiciously in the dark bedroom and saw Du Hang lying beside him, just looking at him strangely, leaning towards his position, and plunged into his arms again. The lieutenant general hugged the ice-cold big pillow and continued to sleep very well, and Du Hang, who had achieved his goal, closed his eyes again, as usual, ‘sleeping’.

 

 

 

After waking up from a good night’s sleep, Wei Xuan only felt a top-heavy feeling. He opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time before he rubbed his eyes and got up, looked around, and found that there were no curtains in the room, and it was obviously late at night outside.

  

He yawned, got up, and hung up the curtains, Wei Xuan turned on the solar flashlight, rubbed his eyes, and walked to the bathroom…

 

 

Wei Xuan who returned to the bedroom was now completely awake. When he just went to the bathroom, he washed his face, and now his stomach was rumbling. Who made him rush to the road last night, and fell asleep without having time to eat when he got home yesterday?

 

 

“Oh, sure enough, there will always be a lot of situations when traveling far in the apocalypse.” Sighing, Wei Xuan walked into the kitchen, resting his chin to research what would be quicker to eat.

 

Although he wanted to eat stewed meat and roasted potatoes according to the method he learned from the recipe, now he is really hungry, and the sooner he can eat, the better. Secondly, it is too late now, and after confirming that there are still survivors in the city, Wei Xuan is even more reluctant to light up in the middle of the night to make people who might observe here suspect that someone is here, so the cooking speed is naturally faster. The faster the better, the less movement the better.

 

  

Thinking of this, he had no choice but to bend down to pick up a bowl of instant noodles, and went back to the bedroom to make instant noodles.

 

For people who have been hungry for too long, even eating instant noodles is very delicious, some instant noodle manufacturers deliberately made some soups with certain flavors to retain customers. If it is too much, it will make you sick, but Wei Xuan likes these unhealthy convenience foods.

  

Therefore, Wei Xuan, who has finally learned how to cook, secretly complained about the taste of the noodles, but at the same time looked forward to his plan to use potatoes to improve his meals after dawn tomorrow. Of course, he also felt a bit of a headache about the problem that once the meat he saved was eaten up, he could no longer replenish it.

 

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After finishing two bowls of instant noodles in one go, Wei Xuan’s appetite finally eased up a lot. He packed away the packing bags of the dishes and chopsticks, then stretched his waist and walked back to the bedroom, and quietly opened a corner of the curtain to observe the situation outside: “It’s only around midnight in the middle of the night, and it will take at least five or six hours until the sky brightens…”

  

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Then after that… I’m afraid my life will become much more leisurely, right? In the future, apart from going out to spread the potato planting area from time to time, it seems that there is nothing else to be busy with, right?

 

Frowning and tilting his head, he thought for a while, and after making sure that he had nothing else to do besides collecting rainwater and waiting for the potatoes to be harvested in the community, Wei Xuan suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

  

In his last life, after the end of the world, because he had to deal with the base and the outside world, and he had to use as much time as possible to collect materials and return them to the base to exchange for necessities, so until his death, although he was somewhat at a loss in life it didn’t feel like he didn’t know what to do in the future like now.

 

Suddenly, Du Hang approached him, and Wei Xuan turned his head to look at him in surprise, only to see him tilting his head to look at himself in a daze.

  

“What’s wrong?”

 

Can zombies answer human questions? If God doesn’t mercifully give spiritual wisdom back to them again, then this answer would be no.

  

Now Du Hang is obviously not so lucky to be chosen by God to become the most special zombie, so at this time he still tilts his head very blankly and just looks at Wei Xuan blankly.

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Wei Xuan looked down at himself, he was wearing a vest because the weather was too hot, and there was no stain or oil on it, so… what the hell was Du Hang looking at?

  

Raising his head again, Du Hang still tilted his head and looked at him. Wei Xuan suddenly slapped his forehead and got up quickly – he was so busy filling his stomach that he forgot to feed Du Hang snowflakes!

 

 

Maybe zombies also need to eat regularly? Otherwise, why would those zombies chase after them so actively and crazily once they found someone entering the city? One more bite counts as one bite. If they don’t meet people or eat meat for a long time in the future, won’t they be hungry?

  

So, Du Hang didn’t eat snowflakes before going to bed yesterday, so he must be hungry now!

 

Holding a small bag of snowflakes and rushing back to the bed, Wei Xuan fed the zombie snowflakes one by one. 

  

The sky turned from dark to bright, and the room with the curtains opened gradually brightened from the initial darkness. When it was dark, Wei Xuan, who had nothing to do, for the time being, tossed out the tablet he found from someone, and watched a few movies on it after charging it with the battery adapter. He was lying on the bed, blowing on the electric fan, and laying his head on Du Hang’s icy-cold thigh, it was as comfortable as it could be.

 

At this time, the sky was completely bright, and he had just finished watching the third movie. When he realized that the sky had already brightened, he stretched his waist and got up: “Hey, it’s time to be busy again.”

  

Most of the rooms have already been cleaned, but the number of houses and buildings in this community is huge, and there are still many houses that he has not visited. In addition, some houses are equipped with anti-theft doors, which cannot be destroyed by non-violence, so Wei Xuan, who was unwilling to make too much noise in the community at the beginning, left those rooms alone at that time Since he doesn’t need to go out these few days, and he has nothing else to be busy with, he naturally has time to fiddle with these doors.

 

To be honest, every time the door of an unowned house is opened by survivors, there is a sense of excitement of opening a treasure chest. Even for Wei Xuan, a special ability user who does not lack supplies, for the time being, it is also a kind of surprise that can bring joy like opening a gift box.

  

After rolling twice on the bed, Wei Xuan was about to get a T-shirt to go out, but when he turned his head and saw Du Hang who was still sitting on the bed, he was stunned.

 

“What is this?” Walking to the window in two steps, Wei Xuan bent down and looked at Du Hang carefully, there seems to be some dried blood on him.

  

It looked like blood, but if it was blood, whose blood would it be??

 

 

With a question mark on Wei Xuan’s head, he first pulled up Du Hang’s vest, and carefully checked the position inside the vest that was suspected to be blood-stained. There are only a few very dark marks on his strong and enviable muscular body – he doesn’t sweat, and even if he went out with Wei Xuan in the past two days because he was wearing thick clothes, his skin couldn’t get hurt.

  

“There is no wound…could it be my blood?” After carefully examining Du Hang’s body, Wei Xuan did not find any wounds, so he could only suspect himself – who told him to hug other people’s children every day when he slept?

 

So, he quickly lowered his head and checked himself again, but still found nothing. He had no choice but to run back to the bathroom, check his face first, and then twist his body hard to check if there was any wound on his back.

  

It’s not that Wei Xuan is too careful, but it’s not a good thing to hurt yourself during these times. Anyone who has even a tiny wound on their body is very likely to be infected with the zombie virus!

 

In particular, Wei Xuan lives with Du Hang every day, and the two are very close when they get along. If he accidentally gets injured, he might turn into a zombie directly.

  

Although he is not afraid, he must still be careful.

 

Then he found a small mirror in the room, checked it carefully with the big mirror in the bathroom, and Wei Xuan finally confirmed that the wound was not his own.

  

Could it be that Du Hang accidentally bumped into something outside? It’s not impossible.

 

Thinking of this, Wei Xuan hurriedly searched for the coat he wore yesterday, and what made Wei Xuan puzzled again was that there was no trace of blood on it either.

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