Still hoarding supplies in the apocalypse? I'll just go on a killing spree and looting!

Zhou Wenqing now regrets bringing them along. Xiao Yuan has a special ability after the gray fog, which allows him to see whether others have malicious intentions.

Therefore, one can judge whether the other person is a good person or a bad person. As for Ningning, she has the ability to communicate with plants.

In some cases, it is even possible to manipulate plants.

"They are just children."

"Yes, that's right. But they are superhumans, possessing power beyond that of ordinary people."

"You... what do you want to do?"

This time, Zhou Wenqing really wanted to do something, and he felt uneasy about Lin You's attitude.

"Me too."

Zhou Wenqing was slightly taken aback, not yet understanding what Lin You meant by "me too".

Then, Mu Xue, who was standing behind Lin You, flipped her hand over.

A menacing shield appeared in his hand, then abruptly vanished before his very eyes.

It seems to be saying that she is also someone who possesses power beyond that of ordinary people.

Zhou Wenqing's mouth gaped open, seemingly shocked by what he saw.

"Alright, stop making such a fuss. I've already agreed to what you said. I'll take them back to base after this is all over."

Lin You waved her hand, seemingly unconcerned about the other party's hostility.

Zhou Wenqing hesitated before lowering his arm. "You... alright. Xiao Ning, prepare a room for the two of them. Xiao Yuan, see what else is in the kitchen?"

The two children behind him hesitated for a moment, then nodded and went about their own business.

Zhou Wenqing watched as Xiao Yuan and Xiao Ning walked away before turning around.

The wariness on his face hadn't completely faded, but the hostility had lessened somewhat—not because of trust, but because he realized that these two women were far more dangerous than he had initially perceived them to be.

This is an intuition, and also a kind of experience.

If the two people in front of me wanted to harm me, they would have done so at the cemetery or the entrance of the clinic long ago.

Zhou Wenqing remained silent for a while, then took out half a pack of compressed biscuits from his canvas bag and placed it on the consultation table.

"This is what we found today. You guys eat first, I'll go see if Xiao Yuan has anything else that can make do."

Zhou Wenqing's tone was a little gentler than before, but he still maintained the posture of someone who could push the consultation table over and block the doorway at any moment.

Lin You didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite of the compressed biscuit.

Mu Xue took a water bottle out of her backpack and handed it to her.

The two sat on the two old wooden chairs in the consultation room, watching Zhou Wenqing walk back and forth between the corridor and the kitchen several times—bringing over a plate of peanuts and a few vacuum-packed loaves of bread.

He then rummaged through the pharmacy and placed several bags of glucose on the table, his movements practiced and silent, as if he were doing something he had done countless times before.

Looking at the food on the table, Zhou Wenqing thought for a moment and said, "There's some braised meat left. Please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he walked towards the second floor.

At this moment, Xiao Yuan poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a handful of noodles. He hesitated for a moment before walking up to Lin You. "Hey. You said you're neither a bad person nor a good person—then tell me the truth, how many people have you killed?"

His voice still carried the distinctive hoarseness of someone going through puberty, but his tone was very serious, as if he were confirming something.

Lin You swallowed the compressed biscuits and looked into his eyes. "I don't remember. I've never counted. What about you? How many people have you helped with your abilities, and how many have you harmed?"

Xiao Yuan paused for a moment, then put the noodles on the table and straightened up. "I've only ever helped my brother. I don't care about others. But if bad people try to harm them, I can tell, and I'll tell my brother."

"That's enough." Lin You handed the compressed biscuits to the other person. "You're right, I'm not a good person. Good people don't survive long in the apocalypse. But you're not a child anymore—a person who can distinguish between good and evil is no longer a child. Your brother is protecting you, and you have to protect him too."

Xiao Yuan was silent for a while, and the bald woman in front of him seemed to have made a lot of progress.

His older brothers always treated him like a child, but now he's all grown up.

She's no longer that little crybaby.

Some things need to be done by adults, and he is already an adult.

The bald woman in front of him treated him like an adult, which gave him a sense of affirmation in his young heart.

Xiao Yuan looked at Lin You and lowered his voice, saying, "You're right. But my brother doesn't know any of this. He always thinks that as long as he works hard enough, he can protect us for life. He doesn't know that I've been helping him all along—he can't tell who's lying, but I can. The last person who came to change his dressing said he was a passing military doctor, and I could tell he was lying at a glance."

"And then?" Lin You asked.

Xiao Yuan looked somewhat dejected. "He did indeed steal two boxes of antibiotics from us and ran away. I didn't tell my brother; he would be even more upset if he knew. You're much, much stronger than my brother, but you two have one thing in common—you both think you should shoulder everything alone. But that's not true."

At this time.

Zhou Wenqing had already come down from the second floor and saw Xiao Yuan, who was alone with Lin You.

His expression changed slightly. "Xiao Yuan!"

Xiao Yuan lowered his head sheepishly, took the noodles, and ran back to the kitchen.

The meal was eaten in silence.

Almost no one spoke, and soon the sound of raindrops began to patter outside.

It's raining.

Orchid Mountain Base.

The rain pattered against the windows of the food stalls in the snack street.

Chen Dazhuang cleaned up all the pots and pans on the stove, checked the gas cylinder valve again, and then took off his apron and hung it behind the door.

I carried two cups of hot water into the bedroom on the second floor.

They lived in a three-story shop on the street, with the kitchen and dining area downstairs and the bedrooms upstairs.

Upstairs is a small storage room with some furniture piled up for the shop.

This shop used to be a Western restaurant, and there was still a signboard on the door, but Chen Dazhuang has taken it down.

It was just a bare patch of land, looking more like a three-story house.

His wife sat on the edge of the bed, sewing an old garment with fine, dense stitches.

Hearing him come in, she looked up at him briefly before returning her gaze to the needlework in her hands.

"It's raining," she said.

"Hmm. It should be cooler after this rain." Chen Dazhuang put the water glass on the bedside table, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on it.

The electric fan was whirring; it wasn't that there was no air conditioning.

The power supply to the entire base is still under maintenance, so only partial power generation is possible, making air conditioning a luxury.

What's more, it's raining tonight.

The temperature has been relatively low these past few days, so an electric fan is perfectly adequate.

The bed was two single beds pushed together, covered with bedding brought from the visitor center. It wasn't soft, but it was many times better than the one he had lived in before the apocalypse.

"Some people in the canteen today said that Lin Tou might have gone out to get reinforcements. Others said she ran away, that she thought the base was a burden and ran away with that Mu Xue." Chen Dazhuang's wife put her needle and thread on her lap, looking at the rain-blurred night outside the window. "They also said that she killed that woman too brutally before, and now everyone in the base is in a panic because of the sins she committed. They said she doesn't treat ordinary people as human beings, that she divides survivors into different classes, and that she lives in the best houses and eats the best food."

Chen Dazhuang took a sip of hot water and didn't reply.

His wife, thinking he hadn't heard her, repeated, "They said..."