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

Chen Su seemed to be burned by that gaze, hurriedly looked away, and hastily lowered her eyelashes.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cheeks were burning uncontrollably.

Half of it was the shame of being exposed, and the other half was the fear of the unknown reaction.

What will he do?

Mocking her greed? Ignoring her hunger? Or thinking she lacked even this much self-control, a useless burden, and therefore...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

However, the expected sarcasm or cold words did not come.

She only heard footsteps, walking slowly and steadily on the rough cement ground, approaching from afar.

Then, a pair of dusty black military boots stopped in front of her.

Chen Su's breath hitched slightly.

"look up."

Jiang Sicheng's voice came from above, not loud, but with a commanding tone.

This seems to be his usual tone: brief, direct, without any extra emotion, yet it makes people subconsciously obey.

Chen Su pursed her chapped lips.

Unconsciously, her fingernails dug into her palm, using the stinging pain to force herself to calm down.

Then, slowly, little by little, she raised her head.

My gaze first fell on the metal buckle at the hem of his combat uniform, then on his belt, his broad chest, and finally on his expressionless yet extremely imposing face.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, his gaze fixed on her face, unfathomable, revealing whether it was pity, charity, or another form of scrutiny.

He didn't say anything, but simply handed her the packet of compressed biscuits he had been holding.

The movements were very casual.

"Take it."

It was still just two simple words, spoken in a flat tone.

Chen Su was stunned, her mind going blank for a moment.

She looked at his well-defined knuckles, at the packet of compressed biscuits in his palm, then looked up and met his calm eyes.

A tremendous surprise and an indescribable bittersweet feeling instantly rushed to her nose, making her eyes well up with tears.

Almost instinctively, she reached out her hand, her palm open, with a slight tremor.

The packet of cookies landed gently in her palm.

The edge of the tin foil scraped against the gauze in her palm, making a soft sound.

"……Thanks."

She heard herself utter those two words in a dry, hoarse voice.

Jiang Sicheng did not respond or make any statement.

He withdrew his hand, put it back in his combat uniform pocket, and then, without hesitation, turned around, took long strides, and walked back to the off-road vehicle.

He leaned back against the car door, his gaze fixed on the hazy sky outside the factory, as if nothing had happened.

Chen Su lowered her head and looked at the packet of cookies in her palm.

The foil packaging was a bit too bright in the sunlight.

She carefully tore open the seal little by little.

The packaging was opened, and a mixture of wheat aroma, oil, and preservatives wafted out.

She could no longer restrain herself, picked up the biscuit, brought it to her mouth, and began to wolf it down.

The biscuits were dry and hard, the crumbs scraped roughly down my throat, and they tasted bland, even a little bitter.

But she ate very quickly and hastily, swallowing the food almost without chewing, which choked her so much that tears welled up in her eyes, but she couldn't bear to stop.

The comforting feeling of a full stomach gradually dispelled the agonizing cramps.

After eating most of the biscuit, although it couldn't completely fill my long-starved stomach, it greatly relieved my weakness, and my body seemed to be regaining some strength.

She breathed a long sigh of relief after finishing the last bite, feeling a slight return of warmth to her limbs.

The half-hour break passed quickly.

Jiang Sicheng straightened up and said succinctly, "Get in the car."

He opened the driver's side door, got in, and started the engine.

The modified off-road vehicle emitted a deep roar.

Song Yi walked over, helped Chen Su up again, and led her to the car, opening the back door.

Chen Su climbed into the car somewhat clumsily and sat in the spacious back seat.

He Yunfan, carrying a medical kit and a backpack, got into the car from the other side and sat next to her, maintaining a polite distance between them.

Song Yi then got into the passenger seat.

The car door closed.

The car interior was spacious and had no unpleasant odors. The windows seemed to have been reinforced, which gave me a sense of security.

Jiang Sicheng shifted gears, and the car smoothly drove out of the factory yard, rolling over the scattered gravel and debris, heading towards the east freight yard.

The road surface was uneven, causing the vehicle to bump slightly.

"The grain storage room, its exact location?" Jiang Sicheng asked suddenly, gripping the steering wheel and looking straight ahead.

He was asking about Chen Su.

Chen Su quickly sat up straight, recalling and describing as clearly as possible: "In the east building, that white, four-story office building. Go in through the main entrance, and the stairs on the left lead down to the basement. There are many rooms in the basement, mostly used for storing miscellaneous items."

"The storage room is at the very back, on the right. The door is an ordinary wooden door, but it's hidden from view by a large metal cabinet filled with old file folders, so you can't see it unless you look closely. The lock is an old-fashioned padlock, but... the key might be with Manager Zhang, or it might have been lost long ago."

She paused, then added, "However, the cabinet isn't particularly heavy; maybe it can be moved?"

Jiang Sicheng grunted in response and didn't ask any more questions, focusing on driving.

Song Yi turned his head, gave Chen Su a thumbs up, and grinned, seemingly praising her for her detailed information.

The vehicle quickly entered the freight yard area on the east side.

This area is more spacious than the main factory area, with rough cement floors and piles of rusty containers, abandoned forklifts, and scattered pallets.

A few zombie corpses, already beginning to rot, lay scattered on the ground, flies buzzing around, and the stench of decay in the air grew even stronger.

Apart from that, there were no zombies in sight, and the silence was somewhat eerie.

Jiang Sicheng parked the car in a relatively secluded spot behind a pile of containers near the edge of the cargo yard.

He turned off the engine, but did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he carefully observed the surrounding environment for several minutes through the reinforced car window to confirm that there was no unusual activity.

"Get out of the car. Stay alert," he commanded in a low voice, then pushed open the door and got out of the car first, his movements light and swift.

Song Yi and He Yunfan immediately got out of the car as well, their movements swift and efficient, clearly demonstrating their good training.

Song Yi went around to the back seat, opened the car door, and gestured for Chen Su to get out.

Despite the pain in her knees, Chen Su slowly moved off the car.

Her feet sank into the rough ground, and the sunlight was a bit too bright, so she raised her hand to shield her eyes.

Jiang Sicheng had already stepped forward, holding a gun in his hand, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

"Is this the place?" Jiang Sicheng turned to look at Chen Su, gesturing with his eyes to the gray-white, four-story office building with somewhat mottled walls in front of him.

Chen Su nodded: "Yes, it's this east building."

"lead the way."

Chen Su took a deep breath and limped to a spot slightly behind Jiang Sicheng, trying to keep up with his pace. At the same time, she pointed out the direction: "Go this way. The main entrance should be locked, but we can go in through the broken window on the side. That used to be the cleaning tool room. The window has been broken for a long time and hasn't been repaired."

Under her guidance, the four of them maintained a vigilant formation, with Jiang Sicheng leading the way, Song Yi bringing up the rear, and He Yunfan and Chen Su in the middle. They quietly circled around to the side of the office building and found a window with shattered glass.

Jiang Sicheng signaled everyone to stop. He cautiously peeked inside to make sure there was no danger before deftly bracing himself against the windowsill with one hand, flipping over and leaping in, landing safely.

Then he turned around and stretched his hand out.

Chen Su was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was going to pull her up.

She quickly offered her hand.

Jiang Sicheng's hands were large and steady. He gripped her wrist with just the right amount of strength, and with a gentle lift, he brought her in from outside the window.

Song Yi and He Yunfan followed closely behind and climbed over the wall.

The tool shed was piled with broken brooms and buckets, covered in a thick layer of dust.

Chen Su checked the direction and pointed to the door leading to the stairwell: "Go down the stairs this way to the basement."

Jiang Sicheng nodded and opened the slightly ajar door.

The door hinges creaked softly, a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet hallway.

Everyone tensed up instantly and gripped their weapons tightly.

The stairwell was dimly lit, with only a small vent at the top letting in a sliver of light, and visibility was very low.

The air was filled with a musty smell and an even stronger smell of dust.

Jiang Sicheng turned on his flashlight, and the beam illuminated the cement steps that stretched downwards, covered with dust and debris.

"Stay close," he whispered, and took the lead down the path.

They walked very lightly.

Chen Su followed behind him, holding onto the cold wall, enduring the pain in her knees, and moved down step by step.

He Yunfan was behind her, while Song Yi was at the very back, vigilantly watching the situation behind and above.

The air in the basement was colder and damper, carrying the smell of years of accumulated dust and rusty pipes.

The corridor was narrow, with rows of old-fashioned, closed wooden doors on both sides. Most of the doors were unmarked and covered in thick dust.

Chen Su tried hard to recall the original owner's vague memories, paused at the crossroads, and carefully identified the direction.

"It should be... turn right here, walk to the end, then turn left..."

Guided by her, they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the basement, avoiding scattered cardboard boxes and unidentified debris on the ground.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the faint sounds of their footsteps and breathing, and a "drip" sound that seemed to come from somewhere, like water leaking from a pipe.

Finally, they stopped at the end of the corridor in front of an inconspicuous dark brown wooden door with peeling paint.

Just as Chen Su had said, a rusty green metal filing cabinet, nearly as tall as a person, stood across the doorway. The cabinet was heavy and filled with yellowed paper document bags, completely blocking the door except for a small section of the door frame.

"This is the room." Chen Su looked at the obscured door and nodded firmly, her voice trembling with nervousness and anticipation.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze swept over the metal cabinet and the wooden door behind it, then looked at the top of the door frame and the surrounding walls.

He gestured to Song Yi.

Song Yi understood, slung the gun behind his back, and stepped forward with Jiang Sicheng, grabbing the two sides of the metal cabinet from the left and right.

Both of them are power-type, with tense muscles, exerting force simultaneously.

"Crunch."

The heavy metal cabinet made a scraping sound as the two men shoved it more than a meter away from the door, leaving several clear marks on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

After the cabinet was moved aside, the ordinary wooden door was fully revealed, and sure enough, an old-fashioned, somewhat rusted black padlock was hanging on it.

Jiang Sicheng gestured for Song Yi to step back, while he himself took a wrench from the tool belt at his back.

He walked to the door, and without hesitation, swung the wrench and smashed it down hard on the rusty lock!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sharp, metallic clang of metal striking metal echoed through the quiet basement corridor, reverberating loudly and jarringly.

Chen Su's heart jumped into her throat. She subconsciously looked at both ends of the corridor, fearing that the huge commotion would attract something terrible.

Fortunately, apart from the echo gradually fading away, the surroundings remained deathly silent.

After being hit seven or eight times, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the rusty padlock finally succumbed to the heavy blows, the lock nose broke off, and it fell to the ground.

Jiang Sicheng put down the wrench and stretched his wrists.

He didn't push the door open immediately, but instead took half a step back, stood sideways beside the door, and gestured to He Yunfan and Chen Su to also retreat to a safe distance. At the same time, he gave Song Yi a look, signaling him to be prepared to deal with any unexpected situations that might occur behind the door.

Song Yi immediately raised his gun, pointed it at the door, and looked tense.

He Yunfan also pulled out the dagger from his side.

After confirming that everyone was ready, Jiang Sicheng reached out, grasped the cold doorknob, and gently pushed it inward.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door made a dry, scraping sound as it slowly opened inward.

A thicker, more concentrated air, mixed with the smell of dust, musty paper, and some kind of... stale grain, poured out from inside the door.

Behind the door was a bottomless darkness.

Only the beam of Jiang Sicheng's flashlight barely illuminated a small area near the entrance.

Thick dust could be seen piled up on the ground, and the outlines of cardboard boxes seemed to appear at the edge of the light, but deeper inside, it was still swallowed by darkness, and nothing could be seen.

Chen Su held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

He Yunfan also turned on another flashlight, and the two beams of light intersected, illuminating more areas.

...Will there really be food here?