You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

At the entrance of Cuiping Residential Area, two special police officers stood guard with guns. When they saw Lou Fengyue, they immediately stood at attention and saluted, as if she were some important government figure.

Luo Zeyan glanced at the two special police officers, then looked around the neighborhood.

The zombies had been cleared away, and the mud on the ground had been mostly removed. A group of people wearing white protective suits were spraying disinfectant everywhere, carrying medicine tanks on their backs.

"Where do you live?" He turned his gaze back to Lou Fengyue.

Building A.

Which floor?

"Are you checking my household registration?" Lou Fengyue frowned.

Luo Zeyan touched his nose, smiled, and said, "Just asking."

Lou Fengyue didn't answer his question, but waved her hand, "I'm going up, you can go back too."

Luo Zeyan stood there, watching Lou Fengyue's figure disappear into the unit door of Building A.

The night breeze carried the smell of disinfectant, a smell that was usually unpleasant but now inexplicably brought a sense of peace.

"Then say!"

Li Yichen caught up and stopped in front of him, panting. "I just inquired and found out that, apart from the natives without superpowers, the residences of the other survivors will be redistributed by the government, including those of us with superpowers."

Luo Zeyan pondered for a few seconds in silence, then asked, "Did they say where the superhumans are assigned?"

"It's not decided yet." Li Yichen put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. "Anyway, that four-star hotel in the northwest area will most likely be reserved for government officials. I heard that people with superpowers will be guarding the outer perimeter of the safe zone, so we'll see which way the gate to the safe zone opens."

Luo Zeyan stroked the fabric of his windbreaker and looked up at the top of Building A.

Judging from Qin Qian's attitude towards Lou Fengyue just now, Lou Fengyue definitely doesn't need to move, and no one dares to make her move.

Since she won't move, the authorities will likely place the only entrance and exit to the safe zone next to Cuiping Community.

That is, opening the south gate or the west gate.

This unwittingly made Lou Fengyue the goalkeeper.

This is just his guess; the actual arrangements will depend on the official response.

Qin Qian had the special police team bring the survivors from Building 3 of Yunhe Community back to Cuiping Shopping Mall.

The original shops on the first floor were cleared out and dozens of military tents were set up, with rows of cots neatly stacked.

The smell of disinfectant was even stronger here, mixed with the rubbery smell of the tent fabric, making one's throat dry.

Zhou Xuan helped Zhou Hao find a bed in a corner for him to lie down, and then went to get two more blankets.

When Luo Zeyan entered the mall, Qin Qian was standing at the entrance talking to a doctor in a white coat.

"Luo Zeyan." Qin Qian called out to him and walked towards him. "Have the doctor treat the injury on your shoulder."

"It's just a minor injury, no need to worry." Luo Zeyan moved his shoulder, and the scratch had already formed a thin scab.

Qin Qian glanced at him but didn't press the matter. "Then I'll have someone take you to collect the supplies. Toiletries, blankets, and changes of clothes, one set for each person."

Luo Zeyan nodded and followed a special police officer toward the supplies distribution point.

He took two steps, then stopped and turned back to Qin Qian: "Captain Qin, when will the survivors of the Cuiping residential area register?"

"First thing tomorrow morning," Qin Qian said, "we will go door-to-door."

Luo Zeyan gave a thoughtful "hmm" and turned to leave.

Cuiping Residential Area, Building A, Room 3703.

When Lou Fengyue entered, Pan Quan was carrying a pot of soup out of the kitchen.

"You're back?" Pan Quan looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment. "Why isn't your hair tied up? You're not wearing gloves? Where are your shoes? Are those Crocs new?"

Lou Fengyue looked down at herself, feeling a little guilty. "Uh... I was in too much of a rush to leave."

"What's the rush?" Pan Quan placed the soup on the table, then glanced at her again. "Who did you go out with?"

"Nobody, it's an emergency mission from the system." Lou Fengyue changed her shoes and quickly walked towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower first, I stink."

Pan Quan wanted to ask more, but Lou Fengyue had already slammed the bathroom door shut.

Lou Qingjian poked his head out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula. "What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong with your daughter," Pan Quan frowned. "She went out without even tying her hair up or changing her shoes."

Lou Qingjian thought for a moment, "Maybe something happened with the SWAT team."

"Whenever she goes out, she's always bundled up completely. Gloves, mask, hat, you name it." Pan Quan thought about it more and more and felt something was off. "Today she wasn't even wearing gloves, and her hair was just hanging loose."

Lou Qingjian didn't take it seriously, saying, "She was probably in a hurry to save people and didn't have time to think about it."

Pan Quan glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened.

Lou Fengyue changed into a clean set of home clothes and came out, her hair still wet and draped over her shoulders, holding a towel in her hand.

"Mom, where did you put the hairdryer?"

"It's in the drawer of the master bathroom," Pan Quan said, then couldn't help glancing at her daughter, "Yueyue, what were you doing just now?"

Lou Fengyue paused in drying her hair. "I went to Yunhe Community and rescued a few people."

"Save people?" Pan Quan's brows furrowed even more. "Save whom?"

"A team of superpowered individuals went to rescue people, but they got trapped by zombies." Lou Fengyue wiped her hair, lowered her eyes, and said, "The system gives me half an hour to go and get them out."

Lou Qingjian scrutinized his daughter's expression and felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

But all he asked was, "Are you alright?"

"No." Lou Fengyue turned and walked towards the master bedroom. "I'm going to dry my hair first."

When I came out after drying my hair, the food was already laid out on the dining table.

Lou Yunzheng came out of the study with dark circles under his eyes, indicating that he hadn't slept much in the afternoon.

"Let's eat." Lou Fengyue sat down at the table and picked up her bowl.

Lou Yunzheng sat opposite her, picked up a piece of braised pork, put it down again, looked up at her, and asked, "I heard you went to Yunhe Residential Area to rescue people?"

"Mmm." Lou Fengyue took a bite of rice and responded indistinctly.

"Who should we save?"

Lou Fengyue paused in her chewing, glanced at her brother, then lowered her head again, "...Luo Zeyan."

Lou Yunzheng raised an eyebrow, his peach blossom eyes brightening slightly. "Luo Zeyan? You saw him?"

"Yeah, we ran into them a couple of days ago when I took Liu Wu and the others out to look for supplies." Lou Fengyue said, her head down as she ate her rice, her words muffled.

Lou Yunzheng watched as his younger sister almost buried her face in her rice bowl, his smile deepening, and he didn't ask any more questions.

But Pan Quan clearly wasn't going to let the matter rest. "Who is Luo Zeyan? A boy?"

Lou Yunzheng suppressed a laugh, picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in his bowl, then looked up at Pan Quan, whose face was full of curiosity, and said, "It's the boy that Yueyue had a crush on in high school."

"Brother!" Lou Fengyue suddenly raised her head and glared at him resentfully.

Why are you even digging up old dirt?!

Pan Quan and Lou Qingjian exchanged another glance, then looked at Lou Fengyue together.

"Yueyue, what's the guy like? Is he good-looking?" Pan Quan couldn't help but gossip a bit.

"Mom, stop asking." Lou Fengyue poked at the rice in her bowl, looking a little impatient. "He and I are just ordinary classmates."

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became somewhat subtle.

Lou Qingjian tried to smooth things over, saying, "Let's eat, the food's getting cold."