Chapter 30 Something Is Wrong, Everything Feels Off

Chapter 30 Something Is Wrong, Everything Feels Off

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Liu Jie supported Li Shanyang while Zhang Lu knocked on the fat man's security door.

Naturally, the fat man knew these were special times and wouldn't open the door easily.

But when he peeked through the peephole and saw Liu Jie and Li Shanyang, he couldn't resist his desires and cracked the door open slightly!

"What do you want?"

Then he cast a lecherous gaze at Liu Jie, speaking in a frivolous tone.

"Or did you come because you love the feeling of being with me?"

Hearing this, Liu Jie recalled the humiliation and felt an urge to punch him.

But he held back; the most important thing now was to exchange for food to fill their stomachs.

As for this guy, one day he would make him beg for mercy.

"How about this? How much can we get for him?" Liu Jie said.

The fat man's eyes lit up when he saw Li Shanyang, bound tightly.

"One box of instant noodles, three days."

"Two boxes of instant noodles, and I'll return him after I'm done playing with him."

The fat man thought this family was quite interesting.

They had promised to bring a young woman but instead brought a young man, and now they've unexpectedly delivered a middle-aged man.

Still, the fat man couldn't help swallowing hard.

This time, he was very satisfied.

A middle-aged man with fair skin—leaving marks on him would be very noticeable.

As for food, the fat man wasn't lacking.

Two boxes of instant noodles for a person he liked seemed like a good deal to him.

Hearing about two boxes of instant noodles, Zhang Lu's eyes sparkled.

Since they were already here, one day of play was the same as two days. If it was going to happen anyway, they might as well choose more food.

"Two boxes, he's all yours." Zhang Lu chose the latter without hesitation.

Li Shanyang looked at Zhang Lu in disbelief upon hearing this.

He never expected that after all these years of marriage, Zhang Lu could be so heartless!

But in Zhang Lu's view, Li Shanyang was the heartless one.

She had sacrificed her own happiness to help Li Shanyang become wealthy, even supporting him in pursuing Meng Wan and watching him marry her. For years, she lived in the shadows as a mistress.

Yet despite being the first to know and love Li Shanyang, he now treated her so cruelly, beating her mercilessly.

He deserved what was coming to him.

Moreover, thinking about Liu Jie's suggestion earlier, Zhang Lu was intrigued.

If Li Shanyang were to die at the hands of this fat man, as his legally married wife, she would inherit the Meng family's assets.

Then, any man would be within her reach.

With this in mind, Zhang Lu became even more determined to hand Li Shanyang over.

The fat man closed the door, took out two boxes of instant noodles, and exchanged them.

Both parties left satisfied.

Back home, the three of them stared at the two boxes of instant noodles with starry eyes.

Now that Liu Jie was the only male in the house, he would have to step forward if there were any dangers.

So Zhang Lu no longer treated Liu Jie harshly and suggested dividing the instant noodles equally among the three of them.

Liu Jie understood Zhang Lu's ulterior motives but didn't expose them, and the three continued living peacefully together.

With the instant noodles, they no longer needed to wake up early to collect food. Whoever woke up would fetch some to improve their meals.

Most of the time, they stayed at home, either playing on their phones or sleeping.

One day, after waking up, Meng Ci turned on the surveillance camera and heard the unbearable sounds of Liu Jie and Li Xiaoya.

Meng Ci quickly turned off the monitor.

Good grief, these two are shameless.

In the apocalypse, where food is scarce, they still have the energy for this.

And she remembered that Li Xiaoya was half a year younger than her. Doesn't Zhang Lu care?

Zhang Lu, of course, did not dare to interfere.

Liu Jie is the only male in the family, and in times of danger, they still have to rely on him.

How dare Zhang Lu interfere?

On the eleventh day of the apocalypse.

It has been three days since Li Shanyang was sent to Fatty's place.

Meng Ci would manipulate a drone every night to take a stealthy glance.

Li Shanyang had been tormented to the point of lying in bed like a mummy, with more and more wounds on his body and his breathing growing increasingly weak.

The fat man sat in front of the computer desk and began to play games; once he was done, he would open pornographic websites to watch, and when he had his fill, he would vent on Li Shanyang.

Even when hungry, he only fed himself; Li Shanyang didn't care at all.

Recalling, I would feed him a bite, purely to dangle his life as a source of my own amusement.

The room of the portly man was cluttered with an assortment of snacks and some fast food. After eating, he would casually discard the packaging anywhere within the room.

A three-bedroom, two-living room apartment, two of the bedrooms' floors are covered in trash, with soups and liquids spilled all over, making it impossible to discern the original color of the flooring.

If it were summer now, Meng Ci could envision a scene swarming with flies.

On the twelfth day of the apocalypse.

The floodwaters had reached the second floor, prompting the residents there to move their belongings higher up.

Some residents on the third floor, seeing no sign of the rain letting up, began to move their belongings upstairs in anticipation.

This morning, during the distribution of food, drones hovered overhead, beginning to convey the latest news.

"Attention all residents, attention all residents."

Due to the heavy rain, the roads were blocked by collapsed houses and fallen trees.

After discussion, it has been decided to distribute food every three days. Residents who have not yet collected their food, please come down to receive it in a timely manner.

"Residents who have not yet received their food, please come down to collect it promptly."

Something is seriously amiss.

Could it be that someone else has transmigrated into a book, or been reborn, just like him?

Whether it's by the rules of the book or the reality of the real world, in this society where the people come first, how could such a decision be made lightly?

Moreover, from the very beginning, it was given with extreme stinginess.

All of this was very wrong.

"What's the matter?"

Shen Que saw Meng Ci holding the rations, standing at the door, unable to even insert the key into the lock, looking completely out of it.

Meng Ci came back to his senses and shook his head. "Nothing."

"If you're worried about not having enough food, we can go out and find some."

This time, the rations were supposed to last for three days, but the quantity was only slightly more than before. Shen Que assumed Meng Ci was worried about not having enough food.

"Alright." Meng Ci had previously shown no interest in scavenging, thinking that since he had already stockpiled so much, there was no need to take risks.

But now, all these signs indicated that the apocalypse might be even worse than he had imagined.

There was still plenty of space left, so it wouldn't hurt to fill it up again if given the chance.

The power would be cut off tomorrow, rendering surveillance systems useless. Therefore, Meng Ci and Shen Que agreed to go out and search for food at ten o'clock tomorrow night.

As for why they chose to go at night, it was because neither of them wanted to be seen bringing food back.

Meng Ci returned to his room. After dinner, feeling fine, he entered the space intending to practice his shooting skills.

When he first got the gun, Meng Ci had asked the person to teach him the basic usage, but he hadn't had the chance to practice accuracy.

Setting up the target, a handgun didn't require much distance.

However, the recoil was too strong, so Meng Ci needed more practice. He took a box of bullets and started to get used to it.

After firing just half a box, Meng Ci felt like his arm wasn't his own anymore.

This time, Meng Ci didn't rush to leave the space. Instead, he went back to the house within the space, took a canister of gas to the kitchen, and began assembling it according to the instructions.

He wondered if an incorrect installation might blow up the space.