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

Inside the warehouse, the air still seemed to carry the slightly bitter smell of chocolate and an inexplicable heat.

Chen Su lowered her head, her heartbeat still not completely calmed down, and the heat in her ears had not yet subsided.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze fell on the leaping flames in the distance. His profile was cold and calm in the firelight, as if his slightly inappropriate behavior had never happened.

A subtle, unspoken atmosphere permeated the two of them.

Like an undercurrent quietly surging beneath a calm lake surface, silent yet with a distinct presence.

Just then, footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by Song Yi's deliberately lowered, slightly mischievous voice:

"Boss, Chen Su, what are you two whispering about here? And behind my and Yunfan's backs."

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been caught red-handed doing something wrong. She quickly looked up, shaking her head in a flustered manner to deny it: "No, I didn't say anything..."

Jiang Sicheng also looked up at the sound and gave Song Yi, who was leaning closer, a cool glance.

His gaze was calm and even, yet it carried an invisible pressure that instantly made Song Yi's playful expression subside.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Sicheng's voice returned to its usual concise and indifferent tone.

Song Yi rubbed his nose, chuckled twice, and said seriously, "Boss, it's Brother Yunfan who's looking for you. It seems like he has something to discuss... the follow-up arrangements for Meng Anran, and our next steps."

Jiang Sicheng nodded, but did not get up immediately. Instead, he turned his head and his gaze lingered on Chen Su's face for a moment.

His eyes were deep and unfocused, devoid of much emotion, yet seemed to hold unspoken words.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, stood up, and walked towards the other side of the warehouse in the direction of He Yunfan.

The tall figure quickly disappeared into the dim light deep inside the warehouse.

Chen Su watched his departing figure and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the lingering sensation of his lips brushing against her fingertips and the irregular heartbeats reminded her of the reality of that brief moment.

She carefully wrapped the remaining half of the chocolate and put it in her pocket.

Then he shook his head to clear his mind of these distracting thoughts, stood up, stretched his stiff limbs, and prepared to check on Meng Anran's condition.

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After resting for about an hour or two, the sky darkened completely, and the inky night enveloped the surrounding area.

The group shared some compressed biscuits and canned food to replenish their energy.

Chen Su didn't have much of an appetite. She ate only half a biscuit before leaning against a wooden box, closing her eyes, and trying to take a short nap to recover some energy.

The strain of maintaining perception for a long time cannot be replenished in a short time, but a short rest can make her feel better.

Just as her consciousness was becoming hazy and she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt a weight on her body as a coat with a familiar, cool scent and lingering warmth was gently placed over her.

The movements were very light and careful.

It's Jiang Sicheng's coat.

Chen Su's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't open her eyes. Instead, she shrank further into the coat that carried his scent.

The scent, a mixture of gunpowder smoke and his own unique, chilling aroma, lingered around her nose, strangely giving her a sense of relaxation and peace.

Exhaustion washed over her like a tide, and she let herself drift into a light sleep.

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After draping his coat over Chen Su, Jiang Sicheng sat down not far from her and began to tend to the small flame again, its orange-red light illuminating his calm profile.

He was in charge of the first shift of night watch, his sharp eyes scanning the warehouse entrance and his ears picking up the slightest rustling of wind outside.

Silence reigned all around, broken only by the occasional crackling of the flames and the even breathing of a few people in the distance.

However, this silence did not last long.

About an hour later, Jiang Sicheng's fingers, which were poking at the fire, suddenly stopped.

He suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and instantly locked onto a direction about two hundred meters away on the southeast side of the warehouse.

It wasn't the cold, chaotic energy fluctuations of zombies, nor the noise of a large crowd approaching.

It was an extremely faint energy fluctuation, yet it carried a clear sense of purpose and caution.

Only two people were slowly approaching the warehouse in an extremely cautious manner, more like observing and probing from the outside than preparing to launch a surprise attack.

Jiang Sicheng's eyes turned cold. He didn't say a word, but with a flick of his wrist, he casually tossed the thin twig in his hand into the embers of the almost burnt-out fire in front of him.

"Smack."

This slight sound, however faint, was like a signal in the silent warehouse.

Almost at the same time, He Yunfan, who had been leaning against the wall with his eyes closed to rest, suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze behind his glasses was clear and sharp, and he instantly looked in the direction where Jiang Sicheng was looking.

Immediately afterward, Song Yi, who was lying not far away and breathing evenly, also suddenly sat up straight in his sleeping bag. His eyes were still filled with the confusion of just waking up, but his body had already instinctively entered a state of alert.

Even Chen Su, who was dozing against the wooden box, was startled by the unusual atmosphere. Her long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She didn't get up immediately, but quickly adjusted her breathing and cautiously extended her senses out of the warehouse like awakened tentacles.

Jiang Sicheng raised his hand and quickly made a few concise and clear sign language gestures to the three people who had immediately gone into a state of alert:

Southeast direction.

[Two people.]

There is currently no intention to launch a direct attack.

Stay vigilant.

Chen Su and I went out.

The three immediately understood and nodded silently.

He Yunfan quickly adjusted his position, taking up a relatively advantageous cover inside the warehouse, while keeping an eye on the corner where Meng Anran was.

Song Yi rubbed his eyes, fully awake, a faint crackling of electricity flickering in his palms as he held his breath and focused intently.

Chen Su quickly got up, put Jiang Sicheng's coat aside, and walked to his side in a few steps.

The two exchanged a glance; no words were needed, and an unspoken understanding was formed.

Jiang Sicheng took the lead, followed closely by Chen Su. The two of them, one in front and one behind, like shadows blending into the night, silently left the warehouse and quickly hid behind a half-tilted, rusty abandoned container not far from the warehouse.

This position allows one to observe the possible approach of the enemy, while also having the warehouse behind them, making it a position where they can both attack and defend.

Outside the warehouse, the night wind was biting and the moonlight was cold.

The two energy fluctuations stopped about 150 meters away from the warehouse, seemingly observing and hesitating.

There was a momentary disturbance in the energy fluctuations, followed by the faint, hushed voices of two people conversing in a very low voice, barely audible.

A few seconds later, it seemed that some kind of consensus had been reached.

One of the energy fluctuations moved forward slightly, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a low wall, fully exposed to the cold moonlight.

She was a woman in her early thirties, tall and well-proportioned, wearing dark work clothes that allowed for easy movement, and her hair was neatly tied back.

The moonlight illuminated her face, revealing her well-proportioned features and eyes that shone brightly and sharply in the night, carrying a calm and collected demeanor honed by time.

She wasn't holding any obvious weapons, and her posture wasn't aggressive; she simply stood there, her gaze sweeping across the warehouse and the surrounding area, looking towards any possible hiding places.

"Friends inside," she began, her voice low but deliberately soft, enunciating clearly to ensure her voice carried. "We mean no harm. Let me introduce myself; I'm Yue, Sister Xia's deputy."

"I have a companion behind me, Fei, who is keeping watch nearby."

She paused, seemingly observing her surroundings for any reaction, before continuing frankly, "We're tracking a medical student who escaped from Zhao Hongbin... who's also known as Boss Zhao, who controls the community center. Her name is Meng Anran."

"Based on the traces and residual energy, the direction she last disappeared from should be this place, and she is very likely in your hands."

Behind the container, Jiang Sicheng and Chen Su held their breath, making no move, only exchanging a glance.

The other party had indeed come for Meng Anran, and could accurately state her name and special ability, indicating that she was quite knowledgeable about the situation inside the community center.

A-Yue didn't hear a response, but she wasn't in a hurry. She stood still, raised her voice slightly, and made sure her words could be clearly heard in the direction of the warehouse: "We're not here to take her away, nor are we here to fight you. Sister Xia knows what Zhao Hongbin did to that girl—coercion, imprisonment, and even using her blood for those heinous experiments."

"We are not on the same path as him."

Her words carried a clear sense of severance and disdain.

"We've come to tell you something."

A-Yue's voice deepened, taking on a serious tone. "Take that girl and leave this area as soon as possible, the farther the better. Although Zhao Hongbin suffered some losses in our fight today, he's not dead, and his core group of ability users hasn't scattered. Given his personality and ambition, he will never let Meng Anran go, nor will he let go of anyone who might take her away or know the secret of her bloodline."

A-Yue raised her hand, pointed towards the warehouse, then towards the wider darkness: "Your team is very strong, we acknowledge that. But Zhao Hongbin has a large number of ability users under his command, of various types, and they will stop at nothing to achieve their goals. In a direct confrontation, you might have the upper hand, but if they get entangled with you, plotting against you in secret, and constantly wearing you down... you won't have the advantage forever."

"Now that he's tied down by us and temporarily unable to fully pursue the matter, this is the best time for you to leave."

Behind the container, Chen Su and Jiang Sicheng exchanged a silent glance.

They both saw the same doubts and scrutiny in each other's eyes.

The other party's words sounded reasonable, logically clear, and even carried a hint of well-intentioned advice.

But in this cannibalistic apocalypse, unexpected acts of kindness are often more suspicious and alarming than blatant hostility.

They remained silent and hidden, waiting to see what else the other could say.

A-Yue seemed to have anticipated their silence and wariness. Undeterred, she took a few steps forward, closing the distance and making her voice clearer.

"Furthermore," she changed the subject, dropping a more significant message, "I have another piece of news for you, which can be considered... a gesture of goodwill to express our sincerity in disturbing you this time, and also a way to establish a positive connection..."

She took a deep breath:

"Go east, keep going east, through these ruins, to the edge of the city, and then outwards... about two hundred kilometers away, near the intersection of the old provincial highway, I heard... there's a wall there."

"Wall?" This word made Chen Su, who was behind the container, raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, the wall."

A-Yue affirmed, the moonlight illuminating half of her profile, "A tall, sturdy wall that keeps zombies and chaos out. Inside the wall, there's supposedly a relatively stable order, maintained by uniformed troops, still-functioning research facilities, and clean water and food..."

This is... a national security zone!

This news was like a boulder thrown into stagnant water, stirring ripples in everyone's hearts.

In an apocalyptic world where order has completely collapsed, laws and morality have become worthless, and survivors fight each other and even devour one another.

The National Security Zone represents a completely different meaning.

It symbolizes the remaining order, a relatively stable living environment, possible military protection, basic food and medical supplies, and... official forces that systematically study and respond to supernatural abilities, viruses, and various paranormal phenomena.

That is the faintest yet most precious spark of hope in the hearts of all ordinary people struggling to survive in ruins and despair.

Even if it's just a rumor, it's enough to make your heart race and let your imagination run wild.

Ah Yue continued speaking, her tone carrying an uncertainty of relaying rumors, yet also a hint of longing that she herself was unaware of:

"Although it's just hearsay and hard to tell if it's true or not, some people who have passed through there say they saw walls and patrol teams... But in any case, it might be the safest place you can go in the surrounding area right now."

"There might be rules there, research capabilities, and experience in dealing with such situations."

"Especially... when dealing with people like Meng Anran who possess special blood abilities... there are more comprehensive protective measures there, and perhaps also... more civilized ways of handling things."

A-Yue added at the end:

"Whether you believe it or not, whether you go or not, is up to you. The message has been delivered, and our mission is complete."

After saying that, she said no more and just stood quietly in the moonlight for a few seconds.

Then, she took a few steps back, her figure disappearing back into the shadow of the low wall.

Immediately afterwards, another energy fluctuation that had been lurking a little further away also moved. The two fluctuations quickly moved away and soon disappeared from the edge of Chen Su's perception range, as if they had never appeared.

Inside and outside the warehouse, all was once again deathly silent.

Only the night wind howled, stirring up the dust.

Behind the container, Jiang Sicheng slowly straightened up, his gaze fixed on the direction where A-Yue had disappeared, his brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

Chen Su also stood up, gazing at the darkness, but her heart was stirred by A Yue's last words.

National security zone...

If the rumors are true, then it may be the best way out they can currently imagine.

But what if it's fake?

Is this yet another trap set up during the conflict between Sister Xia and Boss Zhao? Or is it just bait concocted by A Yue to drive them away from this area?

Silence spread through the night...