"Jiang Ge." Huai Yi very proactively climbed into the driver's seat, first fastening his seat belt, and then asked, "Where... where are we going next?"

"Let's go back first," Jiang Cheng said, looking up.

"Oh, okay."

...

"Come out," the man in the cowboy hat said. "They're all gone."

A short figure emerged from behind the abandoned car, a boy who looked quite cute when he wasn't talking. "Why so slow? Number Two, you must be slacking off." The boy complained, watching the others leave.

"Why were you hiding?" Number Two straightened his cowboy hat, tilting his head to look at him.

The boy straightened up, putting on a deliberately profound look, and sighed softly. "Number Two, there are some things I can tell you, but you might not understand. When you reach my level, you'll understand."

"Is that so?" Number Two stroked his chin and casually snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the boy's face changed drastically. Then, coordinating his hands and legs, he uncontrollably began to dance. Not only were his dance moves seductive, but his hands also reached for his pants, as if he were about to take them off.

"Damn it!" The boy panicked, spinning around like a ballerina, shouting at Number Two, "What are you doing? Can't you just talk properly?"

He took delicate and graceful steps toward the zombie-like crowd. Number Two seemed not to hear, taking out his phone from his pocket, turning on the camera, and taking pictures of the boy.

Seeing the approaching crowd, cold sweat broke out on the boy's forehead. His ability wasn't combat. The reason he could stand here unscathed was all thanks to Number Two.

"I've tried talking nicely, but some people don't listen," Number Two continued taking pictures, thoughtfully turning on the beauty camera to add some interesting effects to the boy in the picture. "So I'm going to try a different approach."

Seeing that he was about to touch the back of the nearest girl in a pink dress, the boy's mind exploded. He knew Number Two wouldn't kill him, but he was definitely capable of doing something crazy like letting a zombie get intimate with him for a while. "Damn, damn, stop it!" The boy's face was full of resistance, but his body was very honest, his hand reaching towards the girl's waist.

Number Two switched to video mode, took a few steps forward, seemingly adjusting the angle. "What did you say? I can't hear you." Number Two squatted down slightly, aiming the camera at the boy, his lips curling up in satisfaction. This angle was just right.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!" The boy spun around uncontrollably. To his horror, his raised leg actually kicked the girl.

The girl staggered. Before she could steady herself, the boy kicked her again. Even the boy couldn't stand this excessive behavior anymore, thinking that if the girl had a soul in heaven, she would definitely kill him.

"Number Two, don't hold it against me. I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"Then why were you hiding?" Number Two completely recorded this moment, zooming in on the boy's face, capturing the fear, helplessness, and regret, all very realistically.

He planned to show it to everyone at the next meeting as a pre-meeting entertainment program.

There had been too many annoying things lately, and he needed to liven up the atmosphere.

"I the f..." The boy blurted out, then quickly changed his tune with a mournful face: "I'm mainly scared. I was left with a root canal last time when facing that guy, now I get a toothache as soon as I see him."

"You're afraid of Wu?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"But in Project Four, it's a very important link," Number Two said persuasively.

"I'm not as good as him, I'm not as good as him!"

"Is that so?" Number Two smiled, put down his phone, and shrugged at the boy. "If you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have had these unpleasantries."

With the next snap of his fingers, the boy's dancing state was canceled. He first fell to the ground, then scrambled to his feet, running wildly towards Number Two's position.

Just now, the girl whose butt he had kicked twice had actually turned around, almost scaring him to death. Her face was completely rotten, her two lips drooping down like sausages hanging on her face, revealing her pale teeth.

But from behind, she was clearly a kawaii loli, with white cotton knee socks and a pair of black square-toed leather shoes, completely hitting his interests.

But as the girl turned around, the boy felt that he would never be interested in lolis in his life.

On the way back, he was grabbed by Number Two, and then, taking him with him, the two of them stepped to a strange rhythm, walking towards the crowd. The girl who had been provoked by the boy stretched out her rotten, bony arm towards them.

Number Two didn't panic, put his arm around the boy's waist, and gracefully turned a circle, dodging the rotten arm at an incredible angle, then strode forward.

He was immersed in his own rhythm, his black leather shoes tapping a beat on the ground. People around him stretched out their arms, and some even wanted to hug him, even though their chests were rotting and oozing pus.

At this moment, he was the most dazzling person in the middle of the stage, dancing with unimaginable agility, perfectly avoiding everyone who wanted to touch him, while approaching the guiding girl at the front.

And this was while he still had to accommodate his dance partner, the boy in his arms.

The latter was almost scared to cry. As the intelligence center, he rarely went out to "work", let alone see such a disgusting scene.

Unlike Jiang Cheng and the other two, they didn't have the brand of the bus on them, so they wouldn't enjoy a certain degree of "protection".

After approaching the crowd, they were immediately besieged.

But slowly, the situation became strange. The movements of those who reached out to grab the two of them began to distort. Then, like a contagion, their movements became more and more similar to Number Two's. Finally, even their rhythm was completely consistent.

As the movements of the last person in the crowd became unified, the guiding girl walking at the front finally stopped.

But Number Two seemed to have just gotten interested. He let go of the boy, leaving him alone standing in place, tapping his feet and spinning around, coming behind the girl. "Miss, will you do me the honor of a dance?" He bowed slightly, extending his arm to invite the girl.

The girl's body trembled, and at the same time, there was a faint sound of bones breaking, as if the girl's body was breaking apart, or being reassembled.

As the girl turned around, the boy watching from a distance felt a chill down below. The guiding girl had no face. Her entire face had been hollowed out, becoming a huge blood-colored hole, with something seemingly wriggling inside.

But Number Two seemed not to see it, and actually took the girl's hand, using a clever force to pull the girl into his arms. "How about a waltz?" Number Two looked at the blood-colored hole on the girl's face, his eyes full of tenderness. "If you perform well, I'll send you on your way after the song."