66: Chapter 66 Shen Qingyue has also been reborn?

Second-floor study.

A string of names was written on the whiteboard.

Lin Yuan picked up a marker and drew a new red circle around the name "Shen Qingyue".

What she said was—after the apocalypse.

Lin Yuan stared at the name, took a drag from his cigarette, and then wrote a few more words on the whiteboard beside it.

Red Moon.

Rebirth.

Lu Feng.

System?

If Shen Qingyue had also returned...

The door was pushed open.

Coffee emitted bitter white steam. As Su Xiaonuan set the cup down, the porcelain saucer made a faint, crisp sound against the table.

She could sense some irritability deep within Lin Yuan, so she simply stepped forward and gently hugged his waist.

"Mr. Lin, Jiang Xiaowan previously sent over the contact information for a corporate spy."

"That person was originally planted beside Shen Qingyue, specifically to make her life miserable."

"I can try to have him investigate Shen Qingyue's recent movements."

Lin Yuan picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"Good."

Su Xiaonuan paused for half a second, then looked up, her gaze lingering on Lin Yuan's handsome profile.

"Mr. Lin... are you still feeling sentimental?"

Lin Yuan set the coffee cup down and patted Su Xiaonuan's head.

"Once dead, it's just a corpse."

"Alive, it is bait."

At this moment, Wang Ya knocked on the door with a meal.

"Enter," Lin Yuan said.

Wang Ya did not linger; she simply placed the tray on the coffee table.

"Mr. Lin, you didn't eat much earlier, so I've left this here. Call me when you've finished."

She finished speaking and retreated.

Su Xiaonuan glanced at the bowl of hot porridge.

Wang Ya was becoming increasingly adept at carving out her own space.

But it didn't matter.

As long as Mr. Lin liked it.

After a moment's thought, she leaned down.

"Don't overthink it... mm... relax... mm... relax."

Villa No. 12, Fat Dragon's villa.

Basement.

The air carried a faint scent of motor oil.

Shadow threw the unconscious Xia Qingqiu onto the folding bed.

"Don't hurt her when she wakes up."

"The boss wants her alive."

The two female team members following Fat Dragon nodded.

Xia Qingqiu's eyelashes fluttered.

When one of them covered Xia Qingqiu with a blanket, she saw the phone in her jacket pocket light up.

The phone wallpaper was her class photo.

The screen was full of missed calls.

Zhou Zihao.

Seventeen of them.

The female team member glanced at it but didn't pay it any mind.

Shadow ate two pieces of bread and then left.

On the way back, he had noticed that there were far fewer police.

Most were auxiliary police and volunteers wearing red vests.

There were already a few unruly people loitering on the roads.

This made his travel much more convenient.

An unplated black motorcycle slid out from the underground garage, sticking to the shadows of the mountain road, and circled toward Xiangshan Villa.

At the entrance of the neighboring residential complex, people were fighting over half a bag of rice.

A man dragging a suitcase rushed toward the cordon line but was stopped by volunteers.

"Please, let me out! There's a psycho in the complex!"

The next morning.

The sky had turned overcast again.

Xiangshan Villa.

Shen Qingyue was wearing only an extremely loose, wine-red silk robe, sitting sprawled on the sofa.

Her originally arrogant, delicate body was now slumped without any decorum. Due to her legs being crossed, the fair, delicate skin at the top of her thighs shimmered with an alluring luster under the lights.

The collar of her robe was slightly open due to her leaning back, revealing a large expanse of fair contours.

The coffee table was piled with empty self-heating meal boxes and canned food containers specially supplied to Grandmaster Ling Suzhen.

There was red wine in front of her.

She hadn't taken a single sip.

It wasn't that she didn't want to.

It was that she couldn't drink any more.

It had been a long time since she had eaten so satisfyingly.

He Manman was hugging a cushion, wearing a tight, hip-hugging miniskirt, her two long, black-stockinged legs tucked to the side, looking somewhat constrained.

"Qingyue, that Red Moon you mentioned... is it real or fake?"

Shen Qingyue let out a laugh.

"Guess."

She stared at the red wine in her glass.

"That piece of trash Lu Feng, to save his own life, pushed me into the Zombie Horde."

"If he weren't already dead in this life, I would love to peel his skin off!"

He Manman's hand trembled.

The crazy woman in front of her didn't look like a business genius at all.

Shen Qingyue sneered.

"In the last life, it was because that animal Lu Feng deceived me."

"What did I do wrong?"

"Putting aside the facts, if Lin Yuan hadn't brought back two serums, but three, would he have died?"

He Manman didn't dare provoke the crazy woman in front of her, so she could only ask in a low voice: "When will Auntie Ling return?"

She had only come to curry favor after hearing that Grandmaster Ling Suzhen had helped Shen Qingyue reclaim Xinghui Group.

At first, Shen Qingyue had been quite normal.

She had even brought He Manman along to practice the breathing techniques taught by Grandmaster Ling Suzhen.

But just last night, she had completely changed.

Not only did she go crazy smashing things, she also started spouting strange words.

He Manman just wanted to go home now.

But without the special privileges of Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, she couldn't leave.

Outside the villa.

In the shrubbery.

Shadow was already lying in the damp soil, with a directional microphone aimed at the living room.

"Red Moon."

"Zombie Horde."

"Lu Feng pushed me."

He pressed his headset.

"Keywords confirmed."

Tiangong No. 1, second-floor master bedroom.

Lin Yuan finished listening.

So, without his protection, Shen Qingyue's so-called refuge couldn't even withstand a single Zombie Horde.

Su Xiaonuan was by his side, helping Lin Yuan wash up.

"Mr. Lin, there are two possibilities."

"First, she simply reborn."

"Second, she also has something similar to a system, or has been influenced by something."

Because she had been branded with a soul mark, Su Xiaonuan was now Lin Yuan's most absolute possession and knew the secrets of the system.

"Investigate three things."

Lin Yuan said.

"Before the city lockdown, were there any anomalies in her funds?"

"Did any of her subordinates suddenly pledge loyalty?"

"Has her physical condition changed?"

Su Xiaonuan picked up the tablet nearby to record.

"Also, send an anonymous message to Shen Qingyue telling her that Tiangong No. 1 has the serum."

Lin Yuan wiped his face with a towel.

He didn't regret not killing Shen Qingyue back then.

On the contrary.

This woman being alive had exposed the possibility of "other reborn individuals" in advance.

If not for that phone call, he would have always assumed he was the only one who had returned.

That would have been the real danger.

"Given this woman's suspicious nature, she will definitely ask her mother for help to find other reborn individuals."

"Now, it depends on whether she takes the bait."

Downstairs.

Tang Qiqi was holding a family-sized bag of potato chips, switching the surveillance feed to the large screen in the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Cloud Top Palace blind box event has begun."

She didn't know any Shen Qingyue; as long as she had food and drink and could be with her beloved Sister Yumo, this place was heaven.

On the screen.

An official supply truck stopped in the square.

This distribution was even more chaotic.

Zhao Pengcheng from Villa No. 7 received a crate of red tomatoes.

Mrs. Liu from Villa No. 9 only got a bag of sprouted potatoes.

Mrs. Liu exploded on the spot.

"Why does he get tomatoes while I get potatoes?"

The volunteer looked exhausted.

"Random allocation."

Mrs. Liu was still cursing a second ago.

The next second, seeing a heavier bag nearby, she immediately forced a smile.

"Little brother, you've worked hard. Could you pick a more substantial one for me?"

Tang Qiqi laughed so hard she dropped her chips.

"Yesterday she was a wealthy lady; today she's hustling for two green onions."

"This is what you call a version update that's too fast; the noble lady hasn't adapted yet."

Qin Yumo reached out and took a few chips.

Today was her "cheating day".

The homeowner group chat exploded again.

[Zhao Pengcheng: The tomatoes are quite fresh today.]

[Mrs. Liu: Some people shouldn't get cocky. Who knows if they pulled strings.]

[Zhang Qidong: The truly wealthy don't need to collect supplies; they have more than enough in their warehouses.]

The owner of Villa No. 17 carried his spoils, whistling as he passed Villa No. 18.

He stopped.

The hostess of Villa No. 18 was usually very enthusiastic.

Enthusiastic to the point that several other families and her husband were of the same ilk.

After all, in their circle of wealthy people, this kind of exchange was quite common.

This family hadn't come out to collect supplies today.

He scratched the sudden itch in his groin.

He went to ring the doorbell, wanting to kindly remind them.

No one answered.

But there was a thumping sound inside.

He leaned toward the French window to look inside.

Wanting to see if there was anything indecent to see.

Sure enough!

The host of Villa No. 18 was on top of the nanny, thrusting.

This couple played their own games; they were quite skilled at it.

The next second.

The owner of Villa No. 17 screamed and backed away.

The tomatoes in his hand rolled all over the floor.

The people inside heard the sound and slammed into the French window.

Bang!

The glass shattered, and three gray-white zombies with mouths full of black blood rushed out.

The square instantly turned chaotic.

The volunteer drove the truck and fled.

The remaining supplies on the truck scattered all over the ground.

Mrs. Liu stepped on her sprouted potatoes, fell down, and even while getting back up, she kept a tight grip on the bag.

Tang Qiqi stopped laughing.

Qin Yumo stood up.

Wang Ya watched the screen, the water in the cup beside her rippling slightly.

Su Muxue stared at the movements of that zombie, her voice dropping.

"Faster than the ones in the hospital."

On the screen.

Behind the curtains on the second floor of Villa No. 18.

A taller, darker shadow slowly stood up.