Zhang Su watched Zheng Xinyu scurry away, knowing what she was thinking. Since she had no opinions of her own, she wouldn't randomly express them. That was good enough.
Zhong Xiaoshan, kneeling on the ground, stared hard at Zhang Su. She fully understood the situation now; the man in front of her was her lifeline.
"Brother, handsome guy!" Zhong Xiaoshan scooted over and clung to Zhang Su's leg, looking up at him pitifully. "Handsome guy, please save me. As long as you let me have a meal, I'll agree to anything. I can sleep with you!"
Zhang Su was speechless. If this person had any principles, she was willing to give up almost everything for food. But if she had no principles, she still knew to say this away from others.
"In this situation, who has the mood for that? Get up and take me to your place. If there's anything worth trading, I can give you something to eat!"
Zhang Su pulled the woman up and made a gesture to walk.
He liked women, and he wasn't particularly faithful. Having been through much, women had limited appeal to him, especially in this apocalyptic crisis.
"Well, okay."
Hearing Zhang Su wanted to go to her place, Zhong Xiaoshan looked strange, her eyes evasive as if wanting to refuse, but she swallowed her words and slowly headed for the door.
"Xinyu, I'll go check out opposite for anything useful. Open the door for me in a while."
Zhang Su pushed open Zheng Xinyu's bedroom door and said.
"Ah... No, I'll go with you guys!"
Zheng Xinyu was sitting on the floor, unpacking bizarre gifts from fans. Hearing Zhang Su's words, she sprang up.
Being left alone in the room was too terrifying!
Zhang Su shrugged noncommittally, saying, "Bring a weapon."
Knowing Zheng Xinyu was also going, Zhong Xiaoshan looked even more uncomfortable, repeatedly waving her hand in embarrassment. "Um, pretty lady, you, you don't have to go. Actually, there's not much, let the handsome guy go alone."
Zhang Su's brow twitched, suspecting Zhong Xiaoshan wanted to get Zheng Xinyu out of the way, possibly planning a big 'care session' in room 802. The question was, should he accept it?
Coincidentally, Zheng Xinyu had the same suspicion, thinking Zhong Xiaoshan wasn't up to any good. She secretly glanced at Zhang Su, trying to gauge his thoughts, but Zhang Su seemed lost in thought and didn't react!
Feeling a pang of disappointment, she cursed inwardly: Men really do think with their lower bodies. With a dejected tone, she said, "You guys go. I won't."
"Come back, we're all going together!"
Zhang Su grabbed the retreating Zheng Xinyu and demanded sternly, "Why are you listening to her? Listen to me, understand?"
A person with no opinions is indeed easily swayed. Zhang Su made a mental note to constantly instill the idea of "listen to me" in her.
"Oh, oh, okay!"
Zheng Xinyu felt a glimmer of hope, flashing a rare smile as she grabbed a baseball bat and trotted along behind.
They may have been talking about the same thing, but their thoughts were on entirely different wavelengths.
The three of them left room 801. After Zhang Su repeatedly confirmed he had the key, he gently closed the door.
The short distance was brief. As they passed the zombie corpse, Zhang Su felt Zheng Xinyu's slight grip, likely still not fully accustomed. But what surprised him was Zhong Xiaoshan, who walked ahead without any discomfort.
When they exited, Zhong Xiaoshan hadn't closed the door; once inside, they softly closed it.
"When it was alive, it scared you to death, but once it's smashed into a bloody pulp, you're not afraid?"
Walking into the room, Zhang Su asked Zhong Xiaoshan.
"I, I really was a nurse before. In the hospital, I've seen many horrific accident victims, some more dreadful than the one at the door. As you said, while alive, the zombie was flesh-eating, terrifying; once a corpse, it's safer..."
Zhang Su found some truth in Zhong Xiaoshan's words. With arms missing and heads cracked, they were sent to the hospital; she'd long been immune to such sights.
Zhong Xiaoshan then pointed to the room and said, "Feel free to take what you need; I, uh, just want some food."
"This place is really bare..."
Zheng Xinyu curiously looked around. The phrase "bare walls" depicted it perfectly. The space allocated for a shoe cabinet near the entrance was empty, with just a pair of shoes and an exposed electric box on the floor.
A couple of chairs stood against the living room wall, cluttered with various items, while a broom and dustpan leaned in a corner, and the curtains were tightly drawn.
"Damn it, even a thief would leave five bucks before leaving..."
Zhang Su didn't linger in the living room, heading straight to the kitchen. It was much the same, even more absurd as the gas wasn't connected. Forget storage, the cabinets were nonexistent. Like a raw apartment, so bare even cockroaches wouldn't come here.
"Th-things are in the bedroom..."
Seeing Zhang Su's grim expression emerging from the kitchen, Zhong Xiaoshan pointed to the only room with a door.
"You're really realistic. Even if it's just a care room, you'd think they'd decorate a bit, damn, this is..."
Zhang Su muttered as he walked towards the room Zhong Xiaoshan indicated, the open door revealing everything inside. A battle-hardened Zhang Su couldn't help but exclaim.
"You guys sure know how to play!"
The only furnished room in the entire apartment was the bedroom. The peach-colored theme tantalized one's nerves, with a large round bed in the center. The ceiling featured not just luxurious lights but several hooks.
An indoor swing and a net suspended from above, holding some new, packaged care tools with eye-catching images.
A moderately sized vanity stood in a corner, cluttered with bags, water, keys, and other items.
Hearing Zhang Su's astonishment, Zheng Xinyu quickly joined him. Upon seeing the room and the array of 'weapons' scattered on the floor, even she, who often joked bawdily, blushed.
"This is intense!"
Zheng Xinyu raised her hand to her mouth, giving Zhong Xiaoshan an odd look.
"Director Hu had some issues in that area. He specially renovated it for therapeutic purposes. Unfortunately, before any treatment..."
Zhong Xiaoshan expected their reaction, her face showing an embarrassed smile as she explained.
"Physical stimulation therapy... really something. But I'm not concerned with that. If I can't find anything useful, I'm sorry, but tough luck."
Zhang Su walked into the room and flicked on the light. Unbidden, images from Wu Lue's computer flashed through his mind, causing a warm sensation in his lower abdomen. But the idea of the zombie horde outside emptied his desires.