In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

The two had circled most of the neighborhood and still hadn't arrived at their destination.

Wenren Lei thought Huang Yijie was going to take him to a corner and get rid of him, so he conjured a flow-shaped pistol in his hand, intending to send his buddy to live a good life.

At this moment, Huang Yijie suddenly stopped in front of a building at the very edge of the residential area and said mysteriously, "This technology is only available at our base."

Wenren Lei quietly put the gun away and nodded: "Let me show you."

Huang Yijie led him into the basement, pushed open a door, and in the center of the room was a large, complex instrument surrounded by many thick wires.

"This is a crystal core generator." Huang Yijie took a bunch of crystal cores from the cabinet by the wall and threw them all into the instrument. The instrument immediately roared and a row of indicator lights on the body lit up one after another, flashing merrily. "That means it's supplying power."

Huang Yijie proudly tossed his bowl-cut hair: "I invented it. Our base doesn't have any lightning element ability users, so our power supply relies entirely on this crystal core generator."

Wenren Lei circled the machine, examining it closely, and nodded in praise: "Truly, there are hidden masters among ordinary people."

If Old Liu knew this, he'd be green with envy.

If it weren't for the fear of revealing her identity, Wenrenlei would have really wanted to ask Lao Liu on his behalf: Do you want to join the military's special operations team?

Huang Yijie stomped his feet and shook his bowl-cut hair, saying, "That's right. Crystal cores are a completely new energy source, perfect for use as a productive force. And the machines aren't afraid of zombie viruses."

"That makes sense. This would benefit humanity. Should we consider mass production?" Wenren Lei asked.

Huang Yijie shook his head: "Not for now. My brother doesn't want me to be so high-profile. He told me to talk to the authorities about the technology donation later."

Wenren Lei pondered for a moment. If this continued for some time, it would prove that the base truly had secrets that couldn't withstand scrutiny. He asked, "Haven't you talked to your brother about the missing survivors?"

Huang Yijie ran his fingers through his hair: "My brother doesn't let me get involved in those things. Actually, I only see him once every few days, but he's definitely not a bad person."

Wenrenlei pressed, "You must know whether your brother has investigated the missing persons, right?"

"Damn it! I really didn't know, Yunyi, don't you believe me?"

"Is it up to me whether I believe you or not?"

"Why not?!"

The two argued back and forth for a long time. Huang Yijie knew nothing about his brother's affairs, only mindlessly praising him as a great person. Wenren Lei coldly left a bucket of water behind and turned to leave the basement.

When Wenrenlei came out of the building, it was almost noon. She was a little sleepy and walked silently toward Grandma Li's house.

When I opened the door, Grandma Li was cooking. She took small steps to greet me: "Yunyun is back."

Wenren Lei nodded: "I'm back. I earned thirty points today, and they've all been added to our account."

"Good child, go and rest for a while, the food will be ready soon." After saying that, Grandma Li went back to the kitchen to get busy.

Wenren Lei slumped onto the sofa, and Wanzi crawled up to him, acting all cute. The puppy's fur was wiped clean, and its belly was round and full.

He called out to the kitchen, "Grandma, don't save food for the puppy. We're not even full yet."

"The puppy is full," Grandma Li replied, as the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Wenren Lei chuckled softly: "Alright, selective deafness."

Maruko picked up a black thing from the corner of the sofa, put it in her mouth, and shook it around with great enthusiasm.

Wenren Lei thought it looked familiar, so she took it from Wanzi's mouth and saw that it was the black beanie that Fu Yan had put on him. Wenren Lei thought it was ugly and had casually tossed it on the sink before leaving home that morning.

Grandma Li mended the tattered parts of the hat. Wenren Lei touched the thick stitches and felt a mix of emotions. He remained silent for a while before carefully putting the hat on his head.

Just then, Yi Yang called, and Wenren Lei hid in her bedroom to answer it.

Yi Yang said solemnly, "Boss, we've secretly found out that the person in charge of supplies in District 15 isn't named Lan Ting at all, but a woman surnamed Yang."

We continued to inquire about Lanting, trying to find out which district he belonged to, and discovered that the information of the base chiefs and senior management personnel in districts 1 to 15 was not made public.

In other words, Lanting lied to you. If he were truly a high-ranking member of the base, he wouldn't have revealed his identity to you so easily.

Wenren Lei gripped the phone, a sudden unease stirring within her. She said in a low voice, "I understand. I'm hanging up."

This Lan Ting might really be someone from the Cataclysmic Research Institute, just as Fu Yan guessed.

It seems that Qiao Lang cares a lot about the Black Market Lord, and is willing to send so many people to their deaths in order to avenge him.

Wenren Lei's destructive urge surged, and he paced back and forth in the small room, unable to bear the humiliation his arrogant brother had suffered.

Fu Yan spent the morning working in the fields, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the base. From time to time, faint groans drifted from the depths of the residential area, arousing his suspicion.

After clearing three acres of land, he handed the hoe back to the greenhouse manager, credited all the points he had earned to Grandma Li, and then went from the rooftop to the source of the sound.

He stopped on the roof of Building 10, crouched behind the wall and looked out. Building 12 was heavily guarded in front of him.

There were two teams of people on duty at the main entrance. The building had eight floors in total, and there were people patrolling on each floor. Fu Yan listened carefully and realized that the faint sounds were coming from underground.

Not long after, several people escorted a burly man and hurried towards Building 12. The two teams of guards at the entrance bowed and called out "Boss." It seemed that this man was the older brother Huang Yijie had mentioned.

It wasn't convenient to move around during the day, so he quickly scouted the location before heading back to meet up with Wenren Lei.

As soon as I entered the house, Grandma Li came up to me with a worried expression and said, "Your daughter-in-law refuses to eat and insists on waiting for you to come back."

Fu Yan smiled and said, "I'll go check on him. Grandma, you eat first, don't wait for us."

He pushed open the bedroom door, and Wenren Lei was lying motionless on the bed, obediently wearing a hat on her head.

The wooden clothes rack in the room was smashed to pieces, with splintered remains scattered all over the floor. Maruko was carrying pieces of wood in her mouth, piling them up in the corner.

Fu Yan half-squatted down and patted Wanzi's head. He then raised his hand to collect the mess on the ground into his spatial storage and took out a brand-new clothes hanger to place in its original position.

He knelt down beside the bed and asked softly, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Wenren Lei turned her head to reveal half of her face, her eyes red and her whole body exuding a murderous aura: "I'm going to kill Qiao Lang."

"This is something we were supposed to do anyway. Tell me, why are you unhappy?" Fu Yan reached out and took off his socks to make sure there were no splinters stuck in his feet. He then helped him put his socks back on and lifted up his trousers and sleeves to check carefully.

Wenren Lei muttered as she told Fu Yan the information she had gathered that day, her chest churning with anger: "The more Qiao Lang cares about the black market owner, the angrier I get. What right do they have to bully my brother?"

"Don't be angry anymore." Fu Yan gently patted his back. "I found a building that doesn't seem right. Let's go check it out tonight. Maybe we can find some crucial clues."

Wenren Lei immediately sat up in bed, her anger largely subsided: "Really?"

"Really. Once we catch Qiao Lang, you can do whatever you want with him," Fu Yan said softly.

Wenren Lei blinked, then suddenly laughed: "Okay."

Fu Yan asked softly, "So, would you like to go eat now?"

"I'm willing." Wenren Lei grabbed Fu Yan's hand and walked out, her hair fluttering joyfully.

Fu Yan looked at Wenren Lei's retreating figure and felt an indescribable pang of heartache. The child's emotional fluctuations were too extreme, which made him feel powerless.

He dared not rashly remind Wenren Lei to control her emotions, nor could he judge how much damage such intense emotional fluctuations would cause Wenren Lei.

With no work in the afternoon, Wenrenlei was restless at home, anxiously waiting until late at night.

The two left the meatballs at home and went out under the cover of night.