Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Her shouts echoed faintly in the empty factory.

The two black figures ahead finally stopped.

Song Yi turned around first, his face showing a mixture of wariness and curiosity typical of young people, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Jiang Sicheng simply turned his body slightly to the side, with most of his face still hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his specific expression.

Only that gaze, across a distance of more than ten meters covered in dust and blood, swept over indifferently.

It's like assessing a trivial, even potentially cumbersome, item, or... a potential problem that needs to be dealt with immediately.

That gaze sent a chill down Chen Su's spine, but she still took a deep breath and suppressed the surging fear.

She tried to make her voice sound as steady as possible.

"I...I'll go with you, okay?"

She paused, her nails digging deep into her palms, using the stinging pain to stay awake, and added, her voice pleading, "I won't hold you back, I... I can help."

"help?"

Song Yi clicked his tongue and scanned her up and down with his gaze.

His hair was disheveled, covered in dust and blood, his cheeks were pale, his lips were chapped, the knees of his light-colored jeans were torn to shreds, and the blood seeping out had stained the fabric dark brown. His hands and elbows were also a mess, and he stood there swaying precariously.

His skepticism was undisguised: "What can you do to help? Miss, it's not that I look down on you, but you must be having trouble walking yourself in this condition. We're not a rescue team; we don't have extra food and medicine to waste on a burden like you."

Chen Su was taken aback by his words, and her heart sank.

Song Yi was speaking of stark reality.

In the apocalypse, being injured or weak is equivalent to being a burden, requiring precious resources and attention, and being potentially abandoned at any time.

Her current appearance certainly doesn't convince anyone.

But she couldn't give up.

This is her only chance of survival.

Driven by the will to survive, the brain works at breakneck speed.

This factory...

The original owner worked here for nearly a year, working more than ten hours a day, and knew every workshop, every passage, and even many unknown corners by heart.

"I know where in this factory there might still be unexploited supply depots!"

She spoke hastily, her pace quickening unconsciously, as if afraid the other person would lose patience and turn away if she hesitated even a second longer. "Behind Warehouse A, next to the abandoned boiler room, there's a very small spare storage room. It's in a very remote location. It used to be used to store discarded old parts and scrapped tools. It's rarely used except for the monthly inventory. The lock is also quite hidden; it's an old-fashioned iron bolt embedded in the wall, not a regular padlock. And..."

She took a breath and continued, "The section of the sewer leading to the large freight yard on the east side, near sewage outlet number 3, is marked as sealed off on the map. But I know there's a spot where the iron fence is severely corroded due to years of water seepage. Maybe...maybe we can find a way to open it. If that sewer isn't completely blocked, it might lead to that old, slated-for-demolishing residential area behind the factory. I overheard some coworkers talking about it before. Because of the demolition, there are fewer people living there, and during the early stages of the zombie outbreak, the commotion there seemed to be less than in the factory area and the main city..."

As Song Yi listened, the doubt on his face faded slightly, replaced by obvious interest.

He looked at Jiang Sicheng, seemingly waiting for his boss's decision.

Jiang Sicheng remained expressionless, only his eyes were fixed intently on Chen Su's face.

It was as if they were weighing the veracity of her words against the potential value and risks she might bring.

Chen Su's heart raced; she knew this was a crucial moment and she had to push things further.

"I also know," she licked her chapped lips, her voice lower but clear, "that this factory has a very small, closed-off emergency food storage room. It was used for earthquake preparedness, and the entrance is... very few people know about it. It should contain a lot of compressed biscuits, canned goods, and bottled water... the key... the key should still be with the administrative manager, but he..."

She glanced at the corpse beside her, which had just been devoured by zombies and was now barely recognizable as human, and said nothing more.

But the meaning is obvious.

After he said that, Jiang Sicheng finally reacted more clearly.

He turned completely around to face Chen Su.

Then, he took a step and walked towards her.

Combat boots stepped on the concrete ground.

The sound wasn't loud, but every step felt like it was precisely striking the taut strings of Chen Su's heart.

He stopped a few steps in front of her.

As we got closer, his features became clearer.

This man has an extremely intimidating appearance.

His facial features are too cold and sharp.

His prominent brow bone casts a deep shadow above his eye sockets, his nose is high and straight, and his lips are thin and pressed into a line.

The forehead and jawline are clearly defined and sharp.

He was very tall, and Chen Su had to look up at him.

He wore a form-fitting black combat suit that perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and strong, well-defined arm muscles.

He didn't speak immediately, but instead used his unfathomable eyes to scrutinize her from head to toe once more.

His gaze swept over the gruesome wound on her knee, past the bloody scrapes on her arm, and finally settled on her face, which was stained with blood and dust, yet still undeniably youthful and beautiful.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand.

Chen Su subconsciously closed her eyes and shrank back slightly, thinking that he was going to hit her or do something.

The expected pain did not come.

But he simply stretched out his finger, the tip of which felt cool, and gently wiped away a half-dried bloodstain on her cheek that had somehow been scratched by a hard object.

Jiang Sicheng lowered his eyes, looking at the bloodstain on his fingertip, and slowly rubbed it with his thumb.

"Name," he began.

"...Chen Su. Chen in the east of the ear, Su in the 'resurrection'." She answered in a low voice, her voice a little tense.

"What were you doing here before?"

"Assembly line operator. In workshop three, assembling small electronic components."

"Are you very familiar with the factory layout?"

"Yes," Chen Su nodded, "I've been working here for almost a year, in three shifts. I've been to most of the workshops, warehouses, passageways, and even some corners. I've also heard the experienced workers mention some places they don't go to often when they're chatting."

Jiang Sicheng was silent for two seconds, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

Then, he suddenly spoke, addressing Song Yi who had caught up behind him:

"Song Yi".

"Yes, boss!" Song Yi responded immediately.

"Help her up," Jiang Sicheng said calmly. "Take her to meet up with Yunfan first, let Yunfan check her injury and give her some basic treatment."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the direction of the east freight yard that Chen Su had mentioned, and added, "After we finish dealing with this, we'll go to the east freight yard first and check out the sewer entrance she mentioned."

Song Yi seemed to be stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "Okay, boss!" He didn't have any objections, took a few steps over, and reached out to take Chen Su's arm.

"Come on, miss, let me help you over there. Brother Yunfan is a very skilled doctor. Even though there's no medicine right now, he can still bandage it up and stop the bleeding."

Chen Su was stunned for a moment. The huge surprise and the sudden feeling of relief made her vision go black for a moment, and she almost collapsed because her legs went weak.

She quickly reached out, using Song Yi's arm for support, and barely managed to stand, whispering, "Thank you..."

Don't thank me too soon.

Jiang Sicheng's cold voice came from the front.

He had already turned around and continued walking deeper into the factory, in the direction they were originally going. His back was straight and cold, exuding a sense of alienation.

He didn't turn around; his voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated Chen Su's ears, carrying a calm gloom:

"If the passage you're referring to is blocked, or if you cause any unnecessary trouble along the way..."

He paused slightly, turned his head, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"I'll personally throw you to feed the zombies."

After saying that, he didn't linger, strode away, and quickly disappeared from sight.

Chen Su froze, her fingers unconsciously tightening around Song Yi's arm.

Song Yi seemed to sense it, glanced at her, pursed his lips, and muttered under his breath, "That's just how the boss talks, don't take it to heart..."

"However, he always keeps his word."