Chapter 48 - 045 This wallet on the ground...

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Chapter 48: Chapter 045 This wallet on the ground... Night. Having brought the child back from Sister Li’s, newcomers to childcare often feel bewildered at the start. But this would not happen with Lin Fan by their side. Because he was calm enough. Calming a child requires patience; do not rush, your tenderness is something the child can feel. He held a bottle and stood in front of the constant temperature kettle, pouring water while watching the lines on the bottle. milliliters. Five scoops of formula, shaken to mix evenly with the water, then dripped onto his wrist to test the temperature. Although the kettle displayed forty-five degrees, a machine is just a machine, and only by feeling it personally could he be absolutely sure it was okay. One hand held the baby, the other held the bottle. He smiled as Mengmeng gulped down the formula milk, feeling quite pleased. Standing at the window, looking at the night view outside. Pitch black, lifeless, the darkness enveloped the once hopeful and bright Huan City. But no matter how dark it got, there was always a faint light shining, desperately emitting its brilliance, trying to disperse the darkness. The night grew deeper, very peaceful. Lin Fan put Mengmeng to sleep, gently placing her on the bed. He lay down beside her, closed his eyes, and recalled the glory and bustle of Huan City in his mind. Unsure how much time had passed. The baby’s cry broke the silence. Lin Fan woke up. It was already two in the morning. He hurried to prepare the formula milk, adding only 120 milliliters as it was common for the baby to need a small midnight snack if she woke up at this time. After feeding, he held the child and gently rocked her, lulling her back to sleep. This process took some time; otherwise, the baby would cry out again if put down before she was deeply asleep. Time moved slowly. Holding a baby for a long time can cause back and shoulder pain, but he didn’t feel it, probably due to his physical strength. He glanced at the time. It was already two-forty in the morning. He tiptoed and gently placed the baby back on the bed. His movements were cautious, fearing that any misstep might wake Mengmeng and all his efforts would be wasted. Roar! A zombie’s roar came from outside, perhaps some small rat running around had caught their attention, and now there were a few zombies staggering around the neighborhood street. Every now and then, issuing a few low growls. In the quiet night, these sounds were particularly jarring. Watching Mengmeng sleep, occasionally frowning slightly, he knew that if he let the zombies continue to howl wildly in the streets, it would surely wake her up. "Sweetheart, sleep tight," Lin Fan said, watching Mengmeng as he picked up Frostmourne, preparing to go downstairs and have a talk with the group of zombies. He closed the door gently, Making not a single noise. It wouldn’t take long, and soon he would be back. He got to the iron gate of the neighborhood, lightly leapt up, vaulting over it. Looking down the street, he saw two zombies swaying not far away, their movements stiff, looking foolish. Occasionally, they twisted their heads, emitting bursts of low growls into the quiet night air. Lin Fan walked toward the zombies. "Hey, you two, it’s already past two, almost three. There’s a child sleeping upstairs, can we agree to keep quiet, and not shout outside?" "Of course, shouting is your freedom, and I shouldn’t really impose, but I’d like to request politely." Lin Fan tried to be friendly, hoping the two ferocious-looking zombies would understand. He really hoped these two zombies could understand some manners and be easy to speak with, but he knew that was unlikely. As expected... Roar! The two zombies, seeing fresh flesh and blood, couldn’t possibly respond kindly. Their dull expressions vanished, their rigid bodies becoming agile, as they lunged crazily toward Lin Fan. Swish! With a swing of his sword, which was as agile and swift as his movements, there was a faint suaveness in the dark. In the darkness, the gleam of the sword flickered. The necks of the two zombies cracked, and their heads rolled onto the ground. "Ah, really now," Lin Fan shook his head, tossed the heads into a trash bin, and moved their bodies to the bin as well. It was too dark now. With Mengmeng sleeping alone at home and no one to watch over her, he couldn’t leave. He would have to wait until morning to take the contents of the trash bin to the dump station. Lin Fan looked at the dark streets on both sides to check if there were any zombies. He waited for a few minutes. No zombies appeared. He turned around, went back home, and lay down beside Mengmeng. The child was too young to sleep soundly, often waking up abruptly. By five o’clock, Mengmeng had woken up again. Hearing her cry, he got up to hold and soothe Mengmeng’s young heart. Early morning. Daybreak came. Lin Fan prepared some milk for Mengmeng. After feeding her, he boiled two eggs for himself and drank a bottle of milk. Then he took Mengmeng over to Sister Li’s place. He put on his security guard uniform and went to the gatehouse to sign in for work. Like usual, he first walked around the community, checking for any lapses and whether any strangers had sneaked in. To love this job is essential. The duty of a security guard is sacred; it is about protecting the populace, and his populace was this community. "The child was fussy last night," the two old men asked as they came over, concerned about whether Lin Fan could take care of the child. Although they were old, they were definitely willing to help. "It’s okay, she settles soon after I soothe her in my arms after her milk," Lin Fan said with a smile. Old Master Wang gave a thumbs up, "In these apocalyptic times, Mengmeng is lucky to be taken in by you." "No, anyone who sees this situation would extend a helping hand. How could one just ignore it?" Lin Fan thought of many past news stories related to children, like nannies caring for children after the parents had run away; a nanny couldn’t just ignore an infant in swaddling clothes and had to help, raising the child for many years without being paid a cent and even spending money from her own pocket. Greatness and love know no bounds of rank or wealth; born humans, everyone has a heart full of goodness. Look. Listening to the words of Lin Fan. The two old men felt reassured. With this kind of awareness, if it had been in the past, he absolutely would have been a political commissar." "Are the surveillance cameras working okay? Old Zhou and I have got them set up well, and they can see each corner of the community, even the streets outside," Old Master Wang said, pointing at the screen. The screen was divided into segments, each displaying different views within the community. "The two old masters are impressive. This will save us a lot of trouble," Lin Fan remarked. "Well, we are idle anyway, so we might as well see if there’s anything in the community that needs improving." Old Master Wang and Old Master Zhou were clearly not the type to sit still. Whenever they had time. They would think about various things. At that moment. Lin Fan remembered the zombie he had killed last night and left in a trash bin because it had been too dark to transport it to the dump. Now that it was daytime, he had the time. "Old master, I’m going out to take care of something. I’ll be back soon," he said to the old men, then climbed over the iron gate, leaving the old men a bit stunned, still wondering... Are super soldiers secretly being trained in our country? The gate, that height, without a running start or tool, really couldn’t be climbed over. The street. Lin Fan pushed the trash bin toward the garbage station. The sound of the wheels was slightly audible in the quiet street. For some reason, his area didn’t have as many zombies as he had expected. He remembered the time someone had set off fireworks, which might have attracted the zombies there. Consequently, the zombies were active in that area. This was a good thing. He didn’t much like the unfriendly zombies, which always rushed at people like mad dogs. He delivered the garbage to the garbage station. On his way back. He stopped, not because he saw a zombie. But because there was a wallet on the ground. This made him ponder. Whose was it?

Chapter 48 - 045 This wallet on the ground...

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