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

Lou Fengyue stared at Qin Qian, scrutinizing him for a long while.

It was clear that the man in front of her, who was not much older than her, was exhausted from the sudden natural disaster.

She knew that Qin Qian didn't want to trouble her.

But as a public servant in the armed forces department, he has to be responsible to the people and has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of communicating with this troublesome woman.

Lou Fengyue took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

She picked up the bottled water on the table, unscrewed the cap, took two sips, and then put the bottle back on the table.

"You should know that I'm a lazy person and don't like to meddle in other people's business. Especially in the apocalypse, apart from my own family, the life and death of everyone else is none of my concern."

Qin Qian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to be so blunt.

He lowered his eyes and nodded. "I understand. We've troubled you too much these past few days."

Lou Fengyue glanced at him and said calmly, "I'm not willing to help the authorities. I'm sitting here to give you face."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"I know how to survive in the apocalypse, but I can't help so many people survive together."

"There are no right answers in the apocalypse. The group of people who were in the meeting with you last time were not idle. They would hold a meeting to discuss any problems. They shouldn't be lazy and put pressure on you, nor should they expect everything from me."

"You have to carry on the lives of all the survivors in Linjiang City. I can't bear such a heavy responsibility."

Qin Qian lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The conference room lights were stark white, making his exhaustion impossible to hide.

After a long pause, he spoke, his voice weak and feeble: "You're right. You're just a person of flesh and blood, with attachments and hopes. We can't and shouldn't impose responsibilities on you."

Qin Qian lowered his eyes dejectedly, his gaze fixed on a certain point on the table, his voice so soft as if afraid of disturbing something.

"But, once I put on this uniform, I am a citizen of the country, a soldier of the people. So, even if it means losing face and pestering you out of sheer boredom, I still want to get even the slightest bit of information about the apocalypse from you."

"The more we learn, the more the people of Linjiang City can live, and the more time we can buy for the country."

Lou Fengyue looked at Qin Qian's serious expression, pursed her lips, and felt as if a huge rock had been stuffed into her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

Even in the end times when everyone is in danger, there are still people who go against the tide and use their fragile bodies to shield themselves from unknown dangers.

She unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, tilted her head back, and took a few gulps. The icy liquid slid down her throat, seemingly relieving some of the dryness and hoarseness in her throat.

"The safe zone needs to be moved." She put down her water bottle, speaking succinctly.

Qin Qian looked up, his eyes filled with confusion: "Where are we moving to?"

"I don't know." Lou Fengyue shook her head honestly. "Torrential rain, zombies, everything you're seeing now is still in the early stages of the apocalypse, before you've even finished the beginner's village."

Qin Qian was stunned, then suddenly smiled with a hint of sarcasm.

To outsiders, the apocalypse and the zombie outbreak seem like a death trap.

Unexpectedly, Lou Fengyue said that the current difficulty level is only in the beginner's village.

What will the world be like when a real disaster strikes?

"The city center is convenient for rescue operations, but the buildings are too tall, so it can only be used as a temporary shelter."

Lou Fengyue tapped her fingertips lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound. Her mask was pulled down to her chin, and her voice was clear and calm.

"Once those flying mutant beasts appear, the high-rise buildings will become the most conspicuous targets. Moreover, there are more and more zombies in the city center. Once a zombie horde or beast horde appears, this place will be trapped like a turtle in a jar."

Qin Qian was speechless for a moment, then spoke again, his voice tense: "Then you..."

"We can only survive the rainy season here." Lou Fengyue looked up at him, her eyes showing no sign of joking. "After that, there will be extreme weather—extreme cold and extreme heat. I don't know when it will come or how long it will last, but you have to be prepared."

Zombies can survive neither cold nor heat, but humans can't.

By then, all that can be seen is desolation.

The vision of the "apocalypse" is hundreds or even thousands of times more terrifying than what's depicted in movies.

"Healing and purification abilities are rare and precious types of superpowers. If you encounter them, you must protect them. Fire and ice abilities are also very useful in dealing with extreme weather, so you must pay attention to them."

Lou Fengyue spoke at length, as if she were pouring out all the words that had been weighing on her heart these past few days.

Qin Qian took a deep breath and hurriedly opened his notebook to write down everything she said.

"I only had six months more of trials than you, so I can only tell you what I know. How to deal with it is up to you to discuss." Lou Fengyue stood up and threw the plastic water bottle into the trash can.

"Lou Fengyue." Qin Qian suddenly called her by her real name, his eyes sincere, "This isn't on behalf of the authorities, but on behalf of all special police, armed police, and soldiers. Thank you."

Lou Fengyue turned her head and glanced at him, a rare gentle smile curving her calm peach blossom eyes. "You've already said that."

She lifted the curtain and went outside.

The corner on the side of the yurt was extremely dark, with only a faint light from the central courtyard shining through.

A tall figure was faintly visible in the shadows.

The man leaned against the wall, his head slightly lowered, his eyes appearing somewhat dim in the faint light.

Luo Zeyan stayed behind to say goodbye to Qin Qian, and after the zombies in the safe zone were cleared, he would borrow a car to return to Yulin City.

Unexpectedly, he heard information that shattered his expectations.

Extreme weather...a six-month trial?

Does this refer to Lou Fengyue's experience of living in a post-apocalyptic world for six months?

Now, Luo Zeyan completely understood why Lou Fengyue had changed from being a docile and cheerful girl to being so calm and composed.

Why did I become so thin that I was just skin and bones?

Why don't you like interacting with other people?

He also understood her attitude towards him.

He always felt that she was special to him, yet she was always enigmatic and elusive.

Perhaps during the six months of apocalypse she experienced, she witnessed many things that were unimaginable to him... the depravity of humanity.

Lou Fengyue lifted the curtain and stepped out, almost instantly noticing someone in the corner.

She glanced at him warily. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she recognized his figure all too well.

A barely perceptible ripple stirred in those calm, peach-blossom eyes.

"What are you doing here?" she asked first.

Luo Zeyan emerged from the shadows, the dim light greedily illuminating his strong and handsome features.

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, thin lips, and a straight nose, his strong yet understated physique was subtly revealed through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He stood in front of her, looking down at her slightly.

"Finished talking?" He asked softly, his face expressionless.

Just like that time in high school when I knocked on her desk and asked if she needed help getting lunch.

It was as natural as if he were just passing by and casually said hello.

"Hmm." Lou Fengyue's wariness lessened slightly, her gaze flickering to the few SWAT officers busy nearby, but her eyes remained unfocused. "How much did you hear?"