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

The A1-V is feeling anxious lately. Having failed in its mission to track the zombie king, it desperately needs a chance to prove it's not a total wreck.

Just then, Wenrenlei had it keep an eye on the people at the Cataclysmic Research Institute, and it decided to make a good impression.

The batteries of the trackers that were previously installed were about to run out, so A1-V quietly installed a few more and started monitoring the tracker signals 24 hours a day.

During this time, A1-V mysteriously reported: "Master, these two little red dots have overlapped."

Wenren Lei glanced at the screen; the two red dots were shaking quite energetically. He laughed and said, "They're fighting."

Just then, Wanzi walked over with an egg yolk in her mouth, and Wenren Lei said meaningfully, "Activate youth mode."

A1-V replied instantly: "Yes, Master."

The people from the research institute traveled intermittently for two days, while Fu Yan stayed quietly in the kitchen for two days.

While at the black market, he promised to fill Wenren Lei's ring with his own, and now that he had some free time, Fu Yan made all of his signature dishes and desserts.

For two whole days, the car was filled with the rich aroma of food, which made Wenrenlei eat until she was stuffed several times.

On the evening of the third day, the research team finally turned into a city called Yunfan and finally checked into a hotel to rest.

Wenren Lei looked slightly disappointed; he had thought they had arrived at the research institute.

The A1-V stopped in a neighborhood five kilometers away from the research team. It was quite pleased with its clever idea, as there was a mysterious 24-hour unmanned vending machine not far away.

Fu Yan instantly understood, got out of the car, and went to replenish the mysterious supplies.

Wenren Lei sat in the passenger seat, gnawing on pickled chicken feet. His long legs were crossed and rested on the center console, swaying gently as he spat the bones from his mouth onto the ground.

Maruko curled up on the ground to sleep, and several small bones fell onto its furry head. The puppy was already used to it. It closed its eyes, twitched the tips of its ears, and then shook its head frantically to shake the bones off to the ground before continuing to sleep.

Wenren Lei's eyes welled up with tears from the spiciness, and she said impatiently, "Hiss... Is it that far? We're not there yet? Ugh..."

A1-V said, "The route they took wasn't roundabout; it's just that the research institute is too far away."

The research team had limited supplies and was constantly trying to replenish them along the way. They also had to search for and purify people with superpowers along the route, and when they got tired, they needed to find places to clear out zombies so they could spend the night. Therefore, their pace was very slow.

Wenren Lei stammered as she raised her hand and turned on the radio.

"Now it's time for the official science popularization session. Next, we will introduce..."

"Tsk." Wenren Lei tuned in, "I'm not listening."

"This is the Spark Base in District 15, now open to survivors with a limited number of slots. Admission criteria..."

In District 15, Wenren Lei thought of the man named Lan Ting again. He gave her a strange feeling, but upon closer reflection, she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

Wenren Lei opened a new chicken foot and said, "Could this guy... have a crush on me, or maybe he fell in love at first sight or something?"

A1-V, tidying up the small bones on the ground, said, "Haha, is that a lame joke?"

Wenrenlei raised her hand to adjust the frequency: "Could you download some good voice packs? I feel like you speak without any culture or manners."

A1-V swallowed his anger and said, "Haha, okay."

"The Suzaku Base in Area 11 is now recruiting survivors from all regions... Also, as usual..."

Bai Yao called at that moment. Wenren Lei raised her hand to turn off the radio and answered the phone: "Sister Yao."

Bai Yao said, "My people have gone to District 11 to gather information."

"How did it go? Is my brother there?"

"I asked the person in charge of registration, and he said there was no such person as Wenren Yu in District 11."

Wenren Lei pondered for a moment: "Help me check District 15, a man named Lan Ting."

Bai Yao paused briefly, then said, "This name sounds familiar."

"Sounds familiar? Haha... Do you have any more details? Haha..."

"I can't quite remember. I'll contact you if I find any clues." Bai Yao sighed. "Eat less spicy food. You like vegetables too."

"Sha... I understand."

Wenren Lei hung up the phone, ate two more chicken feet, and then Fu Yan returned from outside.

He glanced at Fu Yan sideways and asked, "Where have you been?"

"We replenished some essential living supplies."

"You brought so much out of the warehouse and you still added more..." Wenren Lei suddenly realized that Fu Yan was talking about livelihood items, grabbed a chicken claw and threw it at him, "Fu Yan, you're a pervert."

Fu Yan caught the chicken feet that flew over, tore open the packaging, and handed them back to Wenren Lei: "Weicheng doesn't have these flavors." He raised his hand and gently stroked Wenren Lei's lips with his fingertips. "They're all red from the spiciness."

Wenren Lei chewed on a chicken foot and glared at him, then spat a small bone onto Fu Yan's face with a "poof".

The knuckles bounced off Fu Yan's face and fell to the ground with a thud. Fu Yan raised his hand to touch his cheek, a wry smile playing on his lips.

Wenren Lei took in his expression and said, "You filthy scoundrel."

Fu Yan stepped forward, picked him up, and carried him to the bedroom: "Try our new product with me."

Wenren Lei hooked her arm around his neck and warned, "If you go too far, don't blame me for turning on you."

Fu Yan smiled, his tongue pressed against his back teeth; he found it quite satisfying to turn on his temper.

(A crazy time)

The following day, A1-V reported the whereabouts of the research institute team to Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei sat on the bed, listening listlessly, looking utterly humiliated.

He asked, "Is he dead?"

A1-V was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, your voice is too hoarse, I couldn't identify any useful information."

Wenren Lei grabbed a pillow and smashed it against the roof. Then her face stiffened, and she collapsed onto the bed, clutching her back. Wang Dang had thrown a tumble; her back was twisted.

Fu Yan brought a glass of warm water to the bedside: "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Wenren Lei stared blankly at the rooftop, continuing in a hoarse voice, "Now you and I are enemies."

Fu Yan chuckled softly, bent down and gently helped him up, his palm activating a healing power to cover his waist: "Even enemies need water."

With the pain relieved, Wenren Lei reluctantly sipped water from Fu Yan's hand.

A1-V politely inquired, "Why could you hear him clearly?"

Fu Yan's gaze was fixed on Wenren Lei's face as he said, "You've never been in a relationship, so you wouldn't understand."

A1-V: ?

Wenren Lei corrected: "They are enemies."

A1-V said, "I feel much better after drinking the water. I can hear you clearly now."

Wenren Lei added, "You are also an enemy."

The A1-V felt guilty; it was it that had parked the car near the special 24-hour unmanned vending machine. It dared not complain and prepared to quietly make its exit.

"Come back," Fu Yan said.

"I'm back."

Fu Yanshun soothed the agitated Wenren Lei, saying, "He just asked you what happened with the people at the research institute."

"Tracker data shows that the target group has been inactive for more than three hours."

"What about vital signs?"

A1-V said, "Unable to detect."

Fu Yan said, "Go and take a look with a miniature camera."

"OK."

Wenren Lei questioned, "Why didn't you put the cameras there from the beginning?"

A1-V explains: "Cameras are easy to spot, have low battery life, and are not as concealed as trackers."

"This dares to call itself high-tech?" Wenren Lei waved her hand. "Step down."

"This humble servant takes his leave."