Rumbling.
Back home, Zhang Su closed the door and shook the key in his hand with a smile: "Brother Li's whole family lives together, so they probably have some supplies. If... if they're not home, don't let it go to waste."
It wasn't that he was hoping for Brother Li's family to be wiped out, but from the current situation, it seemed like that might be the case...
Zheng Xinyu looked at the blood-stained key with a heavy heart, and suddenly, her expression changed. She pointed to her bedroom and said, "I forgot, I have wet wipes, lots of them!"
"Wet wipes?" Zhang Su put the key on the shoe cabinet and looked at Zheng Xinyu, "Wet wipes are great, they can completely replace water for cleaning the body. How did you forget about them before?"
Saying this, he unapologetically headed towards Zheng Xinyu's bedroom.
"I wanted to challenge myself to not leave the room and not accept supplies for a month. For personal hygiene, I could only rely on wet wipes. I bought a lot, and there are alcohol disinfectant wipes too, piled up and forgotten!"
Zheng Xinyu quickly followed Zhang Su, feeling much better at the thought that she could finally clean herself without using water.
People can endure suffering, but it's not about seeking it out. It's about constantly finding comfortable ways to alleviate hardship.
Soon, the two of them opened the delivery boxes, and as Zheng Xinyu said, there were twenty large packs of regular wet wipes, each with eighty wipes, plus three hundred alcohol wipes!
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Su couldn't help but laugh, immediately opening a pack and taking out a wipe to clean his blood-stained chin and neck.
Zheng Xinyu was also delighted. In these tough times, she hoped she could be useful, and now she was. Happily, she also took out a wet wipe to help Zhang Su clean the missed blood stains.
After cleaning the blood, Zhang Su specifically used an alcohol wipe as well. Whether it was effective or not, it was at least a psychological comfort.
After tidying up, they used about ten wipes. With sixteen hundred wipes, they could last a long time.
"I'm going to get some water."
With that, Zhang Su headed to the bathroom, casually tossing his dirty T-shirt into the trash. It was stained with zombie blood, and without water to wash it, it was useless. Anyway, he had plenty of such clothes at home, so he didn't worry about having nothing to wear. He couldn't take them when leaving anyway.
As he left Zheng Xinyu's sight and entered the bathroom, subtitles appeared in his mind.
[Zombie outside the door killed with others within one day, difficulty: C, completed in 01:33:25]
"So it only appears when no one is watching."
Zhang Su had previously wondered why there was no follow-up on the challenge, but since there were so many things to deal with, he didn't focus on it.
"What if..."
Intending to test his hypothesis, he turned to leave the bathroom, only to find he could only step in place, locked in a peculiar space.
"Seems I was overthinking it."
At that moment, the subtitles faded, and a new line appeared.
[Reward: Insight Label*20]
"Insight Label?"
Understanding the times twenty was easy; it should mean this special ability can be used twenty times. But how to understand Insight Label?
"Hey, explain how to use this Insight Label?"
Zhang Su asked in his mind like a curious student seeking knowledge. Unfortunately, the scene changed, and the subtitles vanished, leaving only an [Insight Label 0/20] in his mind.
As usual, there was no response, and time resumed normally.
"That was somewhat perfunctory, the Insight Label, hmm..."
As Zhang Su stood in the bathroom, filled with doubts, his two employees were huddled and trembling inside the dark Yileiwen Convenience Store.
In the pitch-dark convenience store, Wu Lue and a young woman hid under the counter, barely daring to breathe.
Just as Zhang Su predicted, Zhao Xue, who was taking over Wu Lue's day shift, arrived early as usual. But unlike the serene smile she wore to greet each working day, today Zhao Xue limped into the store, horrified, losing a shoe along the way.
Wu Lue, who had been dozing, was startled awake by the sudden commotion. Little did he expect that after resting from learning with a teacher, everything would turn upside down...
Though physically weak, Wu Lue was not stupid. Seeing zombies on the street pouncing and biting pedestrians, he immediately lowered the roller shutter. This convenience store, which never closed even during the New Year, finally shut its doors.
"Sister Xue, how are you?"
Zhao Xue, barefoot, was clutching her ankle and curled up in the corner, sobbing softly with empty eyes. These few hours felt like half a century, with the constant noises of car crashes, heart-wrenching screams, and desperate cries for help endlessly impacting her spirit.
She looked up at Wu Lue, who was only a silhouette, and weakly asked, "Is there, is there any internet now?"
"No..."
Wu Lue answered dejectedly.
"Oooh... I should have run straight home, I shouldn't have come to the store, my parents, oooh..."
At this thought, Zhao Xue began to cry softly again.
"It's a good thing you didn't, or you would have likely died halfway..."
Wu Lue sighed deeply, "When the internet was briefly back, I tried calling the police, but couldn't get through. I think the situation outside is very bad."
"Xiaowu, what exactly are those man-eating monsters?"
Zhao Xue sniffed, asking quietly.
"What else could they be? They're the zombies from TV shows. Damn, no wonder zombie-themed stuff has been rising these years; they were preparing us so that when a real zombie outbreak happens, people aren't completely helpless."
Wu Lue analyzed wildly, but clearly, people hadn't been alerted by the various zombie works.
Zhao Xue's horrible mood was stunned into silence by Wu Lue's train of thought, momentarily stopping her sobs, and she asked in shock, "Could this, could this be a terrorist attack launched by another country?"
"I don't know..." Wu Lue licked his lips, "Regardless of the cause, we need to find a way to protect ourselves now. Sister Xue, how's your foot, can you walk?"
Zhao Xue rubbed her swollen ankle, "Just touching it hurts, it's really swollen."
The thick sock protected her foot from injury, but her sprained ankle was severe.
Wu Lue scratched his messy hair, frustrated, "If only Brother Su were here, he's experienced with joint injuries. It was him who cured my stiff neck last time..."
"Brother Su..."
Hearing Wu Lue mention Zhang Su, Zhao Xue gently pursed her lips, the image of Zhang Su's tall figure, always smiling, appeared in her mind, and her eyes turned red.
"Right, I remember now, Brother Su kept some injury medicine in the warehouse, I'll go get it!"
Wu Lue suddenly said, not waiting for Zhao Xue's response, he crouched down and slowly crept towards the warehouse, clutching a frying pan that gave him a sense of security.