Chapter 042 Fans send warmth


    "Other survivors?"


    Chongzi looked at Xiang-ge in confusion.


    "You really think a little girl could come up with an alarm system like this?" Xiang-ge carefully gripped the metal spoon and then used a pair of scissors to cut the wires.


    Chongzi chuckled. "Xiang-ge, you’d be surprised! That girl’s a shooting game streamer. She’s picked up all kinds of sneaky tricks from chatting with us. This is nothing for her!"


    "That so? Whatever. Doesn''t matter if there are others—let’s just rob them all! Come on, get moving."


    Xiang-ge shrugged indifferently and started moving supplies.


    …


    "Su-ge?"


    Zheng Xinyu saw Zhang Su spacing out, his mouth still holding onto a strand of noodles. She waved a hand in front of his face.


    Zhong Xiaoshan, worried about his odd behavior, whispered, "Su-ge, are you too stressed? Eat first, then get some sleep."


    Though both of them had gained some combat ability, their biggest reliance was still Zhang Su. The thought of him breaking down terrified them.


    Zhang Su, his eyes empty just moments ago, suddenly snapped back to focus. With a slurp, he sucked up the noodles and mumbled, "No time to sleep. We’ve got visitors."


    "Visitors?"


    The strange remark left both women completely baffled.


    "You didn’t hear the alarm go off?" Zhang Su asked, feigning curiosity.


    Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan exchanged confused glances and shook their heads. "Nope."


    "See? Your awareness is way too low!"


    Right as Zhang Su finished speaking, a heavy thud sounded from outside.


    "Was that…" Zheng Xinyu turned to the front door, her expression growing serious. "Did someone knock over the vanity blocking the stairwell?"


    "Has to be!"


    Zhong Xiaoshan immediately tensed, setting down her chopsticks and grabbing the large wrench from the floor, bracing herself for action.


    Zheng Xinyu wasn’t slow either. She snatched up the baseball bat leaning against the wall and shot a questioning look at Zhang Su—her meaning was clear:


    Zhang Su raised a hand, signaling them to wait. Then he lowered his voice. "Not zombies—people. Let’s see how this plays out."


    He didn’t tell them what he already knew. He wanted to see how they would react on their own.


    Zheng Xinyu was curious as to how Zhang Su could tell, but she figured he must have deduced it from the noise. Instead of dwelling on it, she quietly followed him to the door.


    …


    "F***, Chongzi, something doesn’t feel right."


    Xiang-ge glanced back at the heavy sofa and vanity they had just pushed over. "Even if you say that girl knows a bunch of weird tricks, could she really move all this stuff on her own?"


    Chongzi scratched his head. For them—starving after two days—just shifting the furniture had been a struggle. There was no way a lone girl could have done it, even on a full stomach.


    "Maybe… Oh! Xiang-ge, look! There are signs of a fire up there, and some leftover wooden planks. There survivors above us! Yeah, that explains it—these barricades must’ve been set up by people upstairs."


    Chongzi felt quite pleased with his own "reasonable" explanation.


    Xiang-ge walked up to the gap between the eighth and ninth floors, picked up a wooden board, and smirked. "Doesn’t matter. Let’s just get to the girl’s place first."


    With that, the two of them made their way to the eighth floor. The moment they pushed open the emergency door, they saw the entrance to Apartment 801.


    Xiang-ge tightened his grip on his fire axe and signaled Chongzi with his eyes—telling him to knock.


    Chongzi didn’t dare disobey. Holding a crowbar, he cautiously stepped into the hallway, scanning his surroundings. Seeing nothing unusual, he tiptoed up to 801’s door.


    Three heavy knocks echoed through the apartment.


    Behind the peephole, Zhang Su’s lips curled into a smirk. Seeing Chongzi trying to put on a friendly face just made him want to laugh.


    Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan remained silent, their eyes locked on Zhang Su, waiting for his signal.


    "Meow-meow, you home? I’m your fan—I came to rescue you!"


    When no one answered, Chongzi relaxed a little. At least that meant there weren’t any zombies inside. He decided to probe further.


    Zhang Su nearly burst out laughing. He turned to Zheng Xinyu with an amused look— That was way too childish.


    Zheng Xinyu exactly what Zhang Su was laughing about. In such a tense situation, she still managed to get so embarrassed that her whole face turned red. But more than that, she was deeply confused—


    Even Zhong Xiaoshan struggled to suppress a laugh, her lips twitching slightly.


    "What’s so funny? Hmph, look at how loyal my fans are! Even during a zombie outbreak, they still came to save me!"


    Zheng Xinyu shot Zhang Su a glare, whispering her protest in an ultra-low voice.


    But outside, Chongzi had his ear pressed against the door. He hear something.


    His face lit up. "Meow-meow, is that you? Thank god you’re safe! It’s me—Yi Fei Chong Tian! I sent you gifts just a few days ago. I came to check on you—how are you holding up?"


    His tone was warm and sincere—if Zhang Su hadn’t already known these two had bad intentions, even might have believed them.


    Originally, Zhang Su had planned to take these guys out immediately. But then, an idea struck him.


    He gestured for Zheng Xinyu to take a look outside.


    "Meow-meow, do you still have food and water? I brought a bunch of supplies for you! Are you there? Say something!"


    Chongzi spoke in the gentlest, most reassuring voice he could muster.


    After Zheng Xinyu peeked out at them, Zhang Su led the group away from the door and spoke in a hushed tone. "That guy’s all sugar-coated words—but I don’t buy it."


    Zheng Xinyu hesitated. "But… he doesn’t seem like he’s lying. And he a fan from our neighborhood. I remember telling my viewers I lived in Building 10. Even my delivery address was listed as Building 10. How did he find me here?"


    She wasn’t careless about her privacy. Even with how easy it was to track people online nowadays, she had always kept her real name and address hidden.


    "Then do you think you should open the door?"


    Zhang Su wasn’t concerned about the past—what mattered was that these people had found them. He didn’t push an opinion, only guiding the discussion. S~ea??h the n??el Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Zheng Xinyu hesitated even more, glancing at Zhang Su and Zhong Xiaoshan. Uncertain, she mumbled, "Maybe… we should open it and at least meet him? He have a big bag of supplies…"


    "And you’re not worried he might just barge in the moment you open up?" Zhang Su challenged.


    "But here, so I’m not scared… Alright, alright! I won’t open it."


    Clearly, Zheng Xinyu’s indecisiveness was acting up again.


    "But he’s standing . Are you opening it or not? If not, are we just going to pretend no one’s home?"


    Zhang Su kept pressing her to make a choice.


    Now she had options—open the door, talk through the door, or pretend no one was inside. The added complexity only made her more anxious.


    "Then… let’s wait and see what he does next?"


    Zhong Xiaoshan fanned the flames, offering yet another option.


    Zheng Xinyu immediately nodded. "Yes! Let’s watch him first. That way, we don’t wrongly turn away a good person, but we also don’t fall into a trap!"


    Zhang Su grinned, saying nothing more. He could tell that Zheng Xinyu still clung to the old, peaceful-world way of thinking. This was the perfect chance to give her a lesson.