Xu Ying heard the voice, saw that it was Lin Fan, and came over with Rourou. She was familiar with this place and could only say that it truly was a paradise for survivors.
She was satisfied with her life now, satisfied with her current situation, although she was not yet familiar with the people around her, but she could deeply feel everyone’s care toward her and her son.
Xu Ying approached Lin Fan, and before she could speak, Lin Fan took the initiative to speak.
"This is Officer Huang, who you wanted to meet," he said.
Upon hearing it was Officer Huang.
Xu Ying’s face lit up with excitement, and just as she was about to extend her hand to shake Officer Huang’s in gratitude, she saw what Officer Huang looked like, and suddenly gasped, her body trembling slightly.
She suddenly remembered what Old Zhong had said to her... The Officer Huang you want to meet... Well, you’ll understand when you see him.
It might not be clear at first.
Now she truly understood.
Thinking that her behavior just now had been somewhat impolite, even if it was a zombie, how could it offset the fact that the other had saved her Rourou.
She grasped Officer Huang’s hand, sticky with a thick liquid, suppressed the panic in her heart, and expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Officer Huang."
Lin Fan watched in surprise.
He hadn’t expected Xu Ying to not be afraid at all, although she was a bit startled at first, she quickly buried that surprise deep inside her.
He felt a sense of joy.
He hoped more than anyone that Officer Huang would be accepted by everyone.
Although Officer Huang was a zombie, he always adhered to his own beliefs, even with the appearance of a zombie, he had more humanity than a human wearing human skin.
Officer Huang growled.
Xu Ying looked at Lin Fan, as if seeking translation.
Lin Fan said, "Officer Huang says, no need to thank him, this is his duty. He is a police officer, helping ordinary citizens is his mission."
Guan Hao blinked, really? That’s what it meant?
Officer Huang had only uttered ’Hehe’, could you really translate all that from it?
Forget it, whatever big brother says goes, why bother being so literal and overthinking?
Even Officer Huang twisted around looking at Lin Fan with a gaze that seemed to ask... do you really understand?
Xu Ying tugged at Rourou, "Rourou, quickly thank the police uncle."
"Thank you, uncle," Rourou said in a babyish voice.
Officer Huang bent down, looking at Rourou’s face, as if pondering whether this little one was the same he had rescued from the sewer. Indeed, a child waking up is always good.
Afterward, Officer Huang left.
Lin Fan watched Officer Huang’s departing figure, musing, "Officer Huang is just like that, always silently doing his work, seldom saying anything, probably because he is not good at expressing his own feelings."
Xu Ying watched Officer Huang’s retreating figure, "I have seen many zombies, why is there a zombie like Officer Huang?"
Lin Fan patted his chest, "Belief, faith, forever in the heart, even though encompassed by darkness, still courageous enough to break through the darkness, step onto the path of light, and follow his true heart."
Xu Ying looked at Lin Fan’s resolute expression, those eyes emitting a dazzling light.
She turned back, Officer Huang’s figure had already disappeared, but she continued looking in the direction he had gone, as if feeling the path walked by Officer Huang, as if the light he scattered still lingered.
For Xu Ying, her heart was thumping, a vibrant life pulsating, and if one day this peaceful sanctuary were stained red, then perhaps she would give up resisting, open her arms, and await the engulfment of darkness.
He Mingxuan, under the light, quietly flipped through the Zombie Album, looking at the contents recorded inside, he was not looking at the zombie descriptions, but at Lin Fan evaluating his own abilities in it.
He raised his head, leaning back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling, thinking about the words exchanged during their last meeting.
"He’s very strong now."
He Mingxuan muttered expressionlessly to himself.
"Living in the prison, they can have a good direction, a safe living environment, and a vibrant future."
"They are just poor souls striving to survive in the apocalypse."
"Maybe Sunshine Shelter is really where they should be living."
He thought about moving the group of survivors in the prison to Sunshine Shelter.
Sun Neng was a madman.
He had never taken anyone’s life seriously, even his own was lived in humiliation before him.
He didn’t know what he was living for now, possibly just surviving out of fear of death, thinking about surviving moment by moment, or perhaps the humiliations he had suffered had made him accustomed, accustomed to such a life. The humiliations he once couldn’t accept, he now calmly accepted, even unable to stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
Was this a sign of mental strength?
He didn’t even know himself.
Outside the ajar door, where darkness and light intersected, a cold figure stood like a ghost, staring at the figure inside the room.
The intermingling of black and white light illuminated half of the face outside the door, one side dark, the other bright, with eyes that flickered, seemingly revealing a chill.
He Mingxuan felt a chilly sensation on his back, turned around, stood up, and went to the door. He didn’t open the door to check if there was anything outside, but slowly raised his hand to completely close the gap of the ajar door.
He Mingxuan got up early, as usual, to exercise with Feng Jie.
He saw Sun Neng standing at the railing on the second floor, looking at him expressionlessly. That kind of gaze put a lot of pressure on him, as if a pair of eyes were always hovering over his head, watching him.
He Mingxuan lowered his head, flipped his hoodie over his head, and jogged along the prison’s road.
Not seeing, not asking, could reduce a lot of the mental pressure and burden.
"Brother Mingxuan..."
Miao Yi jogged along; he had already idolized Mingxuan as the savior of the prison, constantly helping them. Everyone said so.
He felt very proud when he heard these things; everyone likes to be praised by others whom they admire.
"What’s up?" He Mingxuan surveyed the surroundings, then asked with a smile.
Miao Yi giggled, "I just want to run with Brother Mingxuan."
He Mingxuan ran ahead.
Miao Yi was clearly twelve years old, but his height made him look like he was seven or eight, not due to malnutrition, probably just his physical condition.
He Mingxuan joined a group of survivors gathered together, pulling out the "Zombie Album."
"Take a look, everyone."
Feng Jie, leaning against the wall, looked up with a meaningful gaze at He Mingxuan.
As if he understood what he was trying to do.
Among these things... there was something greatly enticing.