Night.
The evening breeze was quite cool, the smell of smoke and fireworks lingering in the air, reminiscent of dinner scents from each household.
Originally, he was outside clearing out zombies.
But Sister Li called him; Mengmeng had a fever, was crying uncontrollably, and no one could soothe her, so he should come back for a look.
At present, Mengmeng had taken medicine, her fever had subsided, and she was sleeping peacefully.
He was also thinking about whether to add some content to the "Zombie Album."
The island destruction event yesterday seemed quite significant.
However, he was somewhat hesitant now, wondering if he should record it, and felt a little troubled about it.
"Should I write about it or not? If I include it in the album, the punch that destroyed the island—will people think I'm someone who likes to boast, reducing my credibility?"
"If they really believe it, would they feel I'm a violent person?"
"This definitely requires some caution."
