As Luo Xiaole happily climbed the stairs, someone was being escorted by a group of soldiers towards the seventh floor of the dormitory building.
It was the person who had just disembarked from the vehicle after being allowed into the base.
Soon, the once bloody seventh floor was cleaned spotlessly, returning to its appearance as a luxurious ward.
"Commander, are you feeling any better?" The person immediately rushed to the sickbed of the middle-aged man as soon as they entered the room. Their eyes were already red-rimmed.
"Cough, cough..." The middle-aged man had lost all his strength. He couldn't even get out of bed anymore. His medicine had long since run out.
"How is it..." Even in this state, his voice still carried an unyielding dignity.
"Commander... we've failed you..." Hearing the question, the person's tear ducts seemed to open, and they suddenly knelt down, sobbing uncontrollably.
"There were many forks in the road, the signs were all damaged, and navigation was unusable. We encountered two rather large zombie hordes while taking detours. Everyone else is gone... The medicine I brought for you..."
The middle-aged man understood what he meant when he heard about the detours... He never imagined that the end of death wouldn't be a zombie's bite, but a sudden illness...
He sighed, looking at the ceiling, as if seeing his own life flickering out like a candle.
"Get up. Fate has its own time, and this is beyond control." His eyes gradually held only peace.
...
Meanwhile, Brother Cheng had returned to the underground warehouse of the office building. Looking at the cabinet full of collectibles before him, he frowned deeply.
"My alcohol has been touched. One bottle is missing," his voice was tinged with anger. He loved drinking and had stored enough collectibles in this warehouse to last him many years. He checked them several times a day and could spot any difference at a glance.
Although the other party had only taken one bottle from the corner and a small pile of common knives, it was insignificant compared to the collectibles in this warehouse. However, to be able to sneak in here silently and break the mechanism of his specially made lock... Most importantly, to see so many good things and not be tempted, only taking what seemed to be the most useless items...
"This person is a tough character," he thought to himself. "Damn it, we have such a person hidden in our base. Who could it be..."
At this moment, Zuo Ran's voice drifted from behind him.
"Brother Cheng~ This afternoon, during the zombie attack on the base, I bumped into someone."
"Who?"
"Luo Xiaole!" Zuo Ran said with a sincere expression.
"That... sprout?" Brother Cheng was a bit bewildered. Ever since he discovered people were continuously selling weapons in the base, Luo Xiaole had been, in his eyes, a "weapons retailer" ruthlessly discarded by some powerful figure. He had been secretly observing Luo Xiaole and her group these past few days, but the reports all stated "no abnormalities." Even the weapons master wasn't in contact with her anymore, making it difficult to find any clues about the weapons master.
"She has the weapons given by the previous weapon boss, so maybe she could open your underground vault?" Zuo Ran hinted indirectly.
"Did no one else enter or leave during this time?" Brother Cheng asked for the last time.
"Reporting, boss, no one else." Brother Cheng clenched his fist tightly. "Hmph, a tiny sprout, daring to covet my supplies! No wonder not much is missing, it's because you, this sprout, couldn't take it all? You've got some nerve! Just you wait, I'll teach you a lesson." Brother Cheng cursed inwardly.
"Go, send someone to bring that Luo Xiaole over," his eyes burned with even greater anger.
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Seventh floor of the dormitory building. A somber, low atmosphere permeated the room.
"Officer, if you hadn't come to pick up young Master Qin this time, wouldn't it have been..." The two soldiers guarding him were also quietly wiping away tears.
"Back then, Old Man Qin and I went through the military together. We even waited outside the delivery room together for his youngest son's birth... The apocalypse is unpredictable... When I heard about his son's whereabouts, how could I not come to his aid." He seemed to feel his life was nearing its end and began to talk to himself.
"Then why didn't you send the young master to meet them..." The soldier grumbled indignantly, his voice barely audible. The middle-aged man heard it clearly.
"This is a matter of great importance, and I wouldn't be at ease if I entrusted it to others. Besides, he is still young, and this outing is too dangerous. If I die, Luocheng can at least be handed over to him... It's just a pity, in the end, I've failed Old Qin, not only failing to meet his son, but I'm also going to die here..." He sighed again. "Fate plays tricks on people..."
"Don't lose heart." Suddenly, a clear, bell-like female voice came from the doorway of the seventh floor. Then, a familiar, slender figure, accompanied by a flashy young man, walked in step by step.
The middle-aged man's expression froze, his gaze shifting to the doorway. Just as he was about to laboriously straighten up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't strain yourself. Looking at you, I estimate you'll expend most of your abilities. If you move any more, not only will you not be cured, but I'll probably be done for too!" Pi Jiajia shouted as she rushed forward.
The person who arrived was Luo Xiaole. She had returned to her dorm and saw Mo Chen asleep. After confirming that his wounds had mostly healed, she thought, why not bring Pi Jiajia up. Strictly speaking, her ability to get enough food from the basement, open the food stall, and coincidentally discover a healer who healed Mo Chen's injuries, were all thanks to this person's guidance. Since Pi Jiajia had healed Mo Chen, she figured he could also help recover from this person's injuries. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring... Be a decent person!
"What? You can cure Commander?" The people gathered around the sickbed looked at each other in disbelief.
"That's right, take someone's money and eat their food, please move aside, I'm about to use my powers." Pi Jiajia winked at Luo Xiaole. Luo Xiaole had already promised him that if he could save this person, she would get him whatever he wanted to eat! Although he found Luo Xiaole's words exaggerated, this little sprout was quite kind, so he decided to do her a favor as if she were joking. After all, Luo Xiaole still had that mature woman by her side who suited his taste. Building a good relationship in advance wouldn't hurt!
Half an hour passed, and Pi Jiajia was drenched in sweat, looking completely exhausted. He finally plopped onto the ground, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "It... it's done..."
The middle-aged man on the sickbed opened his eyes. The dignity he once possessed was rekindled in his gaze, which was now sharper, showing no signs of illness. Then, the man actually threw off the covers and got out of bed. He turned around, looking at Luo Xiaole with a hint of surprise. The people gathered around the sickbed were even more moved to tears. He had actually saved the commander! A miracle... A miracle! But weren't abilities unusable here?
"Young friend, thank you very much. You look tired, would you mind resting in the adjacent room for a moment? I have a few words I'd like to ask this friend." The middle-aged man, palm facing upwards, gestured towards Pi Jiajia and nodded politely, showing no arrogance. Pi Jiajia, hearing that he could rest, was more than willing and went to the adjacent room with the others.
"Young friend, you've saved me again." His eyes were full of smiles, revealing a paternal kindness. He was looking at Luo Xiaole kindly. He could see and hear clearly that if Luo Xiaole hadn't brought the person, he would have been on his way to the afterlife soon.