Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 133 Find it out

Yu Zelun opened his mouth, as if to say something more.

Seeing Wu Heshu's determined look, he swallowed his words.

Yu Zelun sighed silently to himself. Once this guy got angry, not even ten oxen could pull him back.

But... he remembered the look in Ye Qiu's eyes before he turned away.

Cold and sharp, like a knife hidden in its sheath, seemingly calm, yet capable of drawing blood in an instant.

That kind of look is definitely not something an ordinary person or a person with superpowers should have.

But then I thought, maybe I'm being too sensitive?

After all, in this chaotic world, who doesn't have some means of self-defense?

"I understand," Yu Zelun finally replied, tapping his knee lightly with his fingertips. "I'll make the arrangements when I get back."

Wu Heshu snorted with satisfaction, leaned back in his chair, and turned his gaze to the direction where Ye Qiu had disappeared outside the window, a ruthless smile playing on his lips.

The wind was still blowing outside the car window, swirling up a few withered leaves that hit the window before being flung away by the speeding car.

Yu Zelun looked at the gradually shrinking entrance to the abandoned park in the rearview mirror.

I had a feeling that the person I was investigating this time was probably not so simple.

But let's investigate. At least we can find out where she came from, so that Wu Heshu can give up on that idea.

Or... he could find another woman to send over, so that Chief Wu would completely give up the idea of ​​hitting that woman.

When Yu Zelen returned to the military building, the setting sun was painting the glass windows at the end of the corridor a golden-red hue.

In the metallic corridor, only the echo of his leather shoes striking the ground made it seem exceptionally empty.

A subtle melancholy lingered between his brows. The moment he pushed open the office door, he immediately dialed the internal phone line.

Outside Xin'an City, many signal towers and substations were attacked by zombies and suffered varying degrees of damage.

Cell phones were obsolete before the apocalypse and became mere decorations.

However, for ease of communication, the military naturally installed wired landlines.

However, these landline phones can only be dialed within the military.

"Summon two trusted guards," he ordered in a deep voice into the microphone, his fingertips slowly tapping the table.

A moment later, two guards stood upright in front of the desk, hands at their sides, waiting for orders.

"You two go and arrange for some people," Yu Zelun said, his gaze sharp as a knife. "Find a decent-looking, gentle woman, someone clean-cut. Get her to the dark room on the third basement level within half an hour, and do it the old way."

The guards showed no surprise, clearly accustomed to such orders, and replied in unison, "Yes, sir."

Turned around and walked away quickly.

Yu Zelun watched them disappear through the door before picking up another encrypted phone and dialing the extension of the city gate defense department.

"Old Zheng, it's me." His tone softened a bit. "Help me check on someone. Around three o'clock this afternoon, she appeared near the abandoned park in the west of the city. She was wearing a sky-blue long dress, was agile, and had a very sharp look in her eyes."

The sound of papers turning over came from the other end of the phone. Old Zheng's voice was as steady as ever: "More specific characteristics? Like height, hairstyle?"

She is about 1.7 meters tall, with long black hair tied in a Chinese-style bun.

Yu Zelun recalled Ye Qiumian's appearance, "The key point is that she walked through that abandoned park alone, and seemed very familiar with the surroundings. Start by investigating people who pass by the park, expand the scope, and report any clues immediately. Remember, keep a low profile and don't alert her."

"Understood," Old Zheng replied. "I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Zelun leaned against the cold wall and rubbed his temples. On one hand, he was dealing with Wu Heshu's expedient plan: using an innocent woman to temporarily appease that man's temper.

The other side is where the real issue lies!
He had to find out the woman's background before Wu Heshu lost patience.

He knew Wu Heshu's methods all too well.

The women in the dark room were merely Wu Heshu's temporary amusement; the fate of each woman sent there was often unimaginable.

But right now, he has no better solution.

A loud, forceful sound came from outside the door; it must be the guards who went to arrest the person returning.

Yu Zelen straightened his uniform collar, and his face returned to a detached expression.

He walked to the window and looked down at the bustling Xin'an City.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded and the city lights began to twinkle, this city, firmly controlled by the military, appeared orderly on the surface, but beneath lay countless undercurrents.

A faint clanging sound came from the direction of the dark room, so faint as to be almost inaudible.

Yu Zelun withdrew his gaze and sighed silently to himself.

Hopefully, the woman they temporarily hired can hold out a little longer, giving him enough time to find out more about her background.

No matter who she is, in the end she is nothing more than a tool for Wu Heshu to vent his anger.

At that moment, the lights in the defense department were already on.

Old Zheng was gathering all the superhumans who were on duty at the city gate today and asking them questions.

……

The setting sun cast a long shadow of Ye Qiumian, which clung to the mottled wall and stretched all the way to the entrance of the small building.

Just as Ye Qiumian raised her hand to knock on the door, the second-floor window was pushed open with a "bang," and Nan Shao's head popped out.

His bangs stood up in a messy, frizzy mess, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness. The moment he saw the figure downstairs, he grinned, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Sister Ye!"

Before the words were even finished, hurried footsteps echoed from the stairwell, like someone carrying a rabbit.

A few seconds later, the iron gate creaked open, and Nan Shao leaned against the door frame, panting. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but the smile on his face was warmer than the sunset at the alley entrance: "Sister Ye, you're finally back!"

He was a head taller than Ye Qiumian, but he always spoke with a slight bend in his back, his eyes sparkling like stars, filled with genuine and heartfelt excitement.

The noise had already alerted the commotion inside the house.

A man wearing a gray apron peeked out from the kitchen doorway; it was Fang Jun.

Still clutching a dishcloth, she saw Ye Qiumian and her face immediately lit up with a bright smile: "Sister Ye is back? There's soup simmering on the stove, let me get you a bowl."

Chu Qingyang stood in front of the first-floor entrance, his gaze falling on the bits of grass stuck to Ye Qiu's trouser legs. He didn't ask any questions, only saying, "You're finally back."

Shen Yujie carried a radio with a cassette tape playing, the intermittent music coming from it making the air in the old building feel more lively.

Ye Qiumian's warmth spread from her cheeks to her heart.

She knew that there was no need to explain where she had gone or what she had encountered. Here, all she needed to do was "come back."

But she remembered the military vehicle on the highway, and that unfriendly gaze.

The warmth in his eyes faded, replaced by a subtle chill.

But she quickly snapped out of her reverie, looked up at the person whose gaze was fixed on her, and her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

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