Chapter 55: The 052nd time, it’s boring to add points again

Chapter 55: The 052nd time, it’s boring to add points again Chen He was taking the old man’s words very seriously as he listened. Listening and listening. He began to feel that something was amiss. A security guard? Receiving a salary? Spending money to buy things? This... Chen He’s mind was a mess, and he couldn’t quite process it all. "Old man, isn’t there something wrong with this?" Chen He asked. "Wrong? What could be wrong with spending money on things? That’s normal behavior. The apocalypse is the apocalypse, but here in Sunshine District, that’s how we do things. You might not think much of it, but if you consider carefully, you’ll realize that such behavior is actually the existence of order, and with order comes a future," Mr. Wang spoke continuously. Mrs. Xu watched her husband with surprise. Mr. Zhou silently exchanged a look with his wife and nodded in understanding, as if to say that Old Wang’s change in thinking was a bit rapid, and we shouldn’t say there’s a problem with him. Instead, they all nodded in firm agreement. Chen He pondered for a long time and eventually silently nodded, seeming to agree with the old man’s words. "Do you have money?" Mr. Wang asked. "Uh..." Chen He had been stunned by the question. To tell the truth, had these kind folks not saved him, he would have wondered whether he had accidentally stumbled into a mental hospital. He heard that some mental hospitals have great benefits, and to provide a good therapy program for patients, they might rent an entire district to arrange for the patients to stay in, simulating normal life to better integrate them into society. "Old man, the apocalypse has come, let alone money, I don’t even have a cellphone." He answered truthfully. Mr. Wang took out a red banknote, "Take this." Chen He: ??? Mr. Wang said, "Lin Fan did you a favor by running an errand, and the deal was for a hundred bucks. When he comes back, if you don’t have money for him, he might get a slight bad impression of you." Chen He: ... To be honest, he was desperate to save his daughter, thinking of nothing but getting her out safely, even if it meant dying together. But his sentiment was getting all mixed up with what these survivors were saying, and he was totally confused. As if possessed, he took the hundred yuan and even thanked the old man. "You don’t have money right now, so you can’t rent an apartment in the district. But that’s alright—you can fix the network. Lin Fan mentioned to me recently that the computers are offline, and he can’t even watch online movies. Sometimes it gets boring, but now that you’re here, that’s no longer an issue," Mr. Wang said with a smile. "Old man, fixing the network isn’t so simple. I’m just a broadband installation worker, I..." Chen He had a lot to say, but just as he started, Mr. Wang interrupted him. "Young man, don’t sell yourself short. You are an expert in this field. Just tinker around and you’ll get it," Mr. Wang said. Chen He looked around at everyone and found they were nodding earnestly. Feifei said, "Uncle, I believe in you. You can definitely fix the network. If you don’t know how, just read some books and learn—it’s very simple." She also wanted the network fixed so she could watch Balala the Fairies. Chen He: ... ... "Xiangyang Road, there’s the clock tower." Seeing the building in the distance, Lin Fan knew he had reached his destination. He was searching for Xin Feng Hotel while overhearing the low growls—upon closer inspection, it turned out to be some zombies staggeringly wandering on the street. "Haven’t they seen me?" He glanced at the zombies, thinking that if they hadn’t seen him, that was fine with him; he didn’t want to initiate contact with the zombies and continued his search. Soon. He found Xin Feng Hotel. There were a few zombies in front of the door, greeting him in their unfriendly manner; naturally, he treated them with hostility. Swinging his sword to kill was self-defense, so naturally, he bore no responsibility. The main door of the hotel was locked, but the second-floor windows were open. He leaped up effortlessly to the second floor; it was unfinished and bare. On the third floor. He saw a tightly closed door. Knocking gently. "Tingting, are you there?" Lin Fan whispered. Silence. Still silent. But if you listened carefully, you could hear faint breathing sounds coming from inside. "Tingting, I’m the errand boy your dad paid a hundred bucks for. Hurry and open the door, uncle’s not a bad guy," Lin Fan recalled scenes from TV shows where he needed to clarify he wasn’t a bad guy—after all, kids nowadays are smart. There was still no response. Lin Fan didn’t resort to breaking in, but continued to think, and suddenly, he remembered another scene: a song that only good people would sing. "Tingting, uncle will sing you a song, it’s a song that only good people can sing," Lin Fan thought of the lyrics, prepared himself, and softly began to sing. "Every night I think of my mother’s words, tears twinkling like the rime flowers, the stars in the sky don’t speak, the children on the ground..." Creak. The sound of the door opening. A little head covered in dust popped out. Lin Fan welcomed her with a smile. Indeed, it was true. This song really was one that only good people would sing, see... the child really did open the door. "Are you really the person my dad called?" asked Chen Ting, her head retracted slightly, a bit afraid. "Of course, let’s go," Lin Fan said with a smile, taking the child’s hand and leaving the hotel. ... On the street, the cake shop. Su Xiaoxiao was very afraid, as that silhouette appeared again. And the person had even captured a little girl who looked to be only eight or nine years old. She watched secretly. Noticing her stare, the figure seemed to sense it and stopped, waving at her and flashing a sleazy smile. "Whimper..." Su Xiaoxiao covered her mouth, crouched in the corner of the wall, struggling to suppress the fear in her heart. She was certain that the person was a bad guy. They hadn’t caught her, but instead had captured a little girl. The thought of what might happen to the little girl made her shiver with fright. Damn it, beasts, scum. Is this damn apocalypse just so these beasts can do whatever they want? How she wished she could be like those female protagonists in zombie novels, possessing great power. Then she would be able to save the little girl. Outside. Lin Fan felt that the survivor inside the cake shop was really strange. Had she been scared silly, her mind damaged? Forget it. Don’t bother. Survivors with mental problems are terrifying. They can easily hurt others. ... Sunshine District. "Whimper, Tingting..." "Daddy." The reunion of Chen He and his daughter was yet another touching scene. Lin Fan waited with a smile. Old Mr. Wang gave a thumbs-up, indicating his approval, and then, after seeing the father and daughter had recognized each other, he cleared his throat. "Lin Fan, you’re quite efficient at running these errands. Mr. Chen, quickly pay Lin Fan for his services." Chen He approached Lin Fan, shaking his hand and repeatedly expressing his thanks. Then, with a thump, he knelt down and kowtowed in gratitude, eventually handing over a hundred yuan to Lin Fan. Lin Fan gleefully pocketed the hundred yuan, feeling that money was easy to earn. It was just a bit of an effort to perform, as one needed to know how to sing that song, which could be a bit tricky for someone who didn’t know it. With the addition of Chen He and his daughter, the community gained two more members. Li Mei took the initiative to have Chen He and his daughter live with her and her daughter. ... In front of the computer desk. Chen He looked stupidly at the computer’s bottom right corner, marked with a red X for the network. Lin Fan stood behind him full of expectations. "How is it, did you fix it?" Lin Fan asked. Chen He seemed a bit nervous, "The network might have some serious issues. I need to check out the base station and the server room. I probably can’t fix it right away." Lin Fan was a bit disappointed, "I see. Well, when you have time, I’ll take you to have a look. You don’t know how helpless it feels when the network is down. I still have a year’s worth of internet fees." Chen He looked at Lin Fan with a hint of innocence and helplessness, "Shall we check it out after some time?" "Sure, no problem." Lin Fan knew that such things couldn’t be rushed and had to be addressed slowly. As long as one had the will and confidence, it could definitely be fixed. Night. After putting Mengmeng to sleep. He casually perused the interface. It was time to assign those boring points again. [Name]: Lin Fan. [Strength]: 205. (Transcendent) [Stamina]: 130. (Transcendent) [Speed]: 126. (Transcendent) [Points]: 0. "Did I really kill that many zombies?" Lin Fan mused to himself. One point per zombie, that numbered in the hundreds, especially with today being the most prolific. "Ah, too unfriendly." After assigning the points, he felt wide awake. He tried making a fist, feeling it brimming with power. With just one punch, he should be able to kill ten bulls, right? He went to the balcony. He looked at the distant night sky, so very dark. Boom! With his improving vision, he saw an explosion far, far away, a fireball soaring into the sky. Following that. The zombies’ howls resonated throughout the city, carrying through the quiet night. "Huang city seems to be getting worse." He felt a bit melancholic. What was once a beautiful city, why had it come to this? "Starting with little things, tomorrow I’ll go down and clear the bodies. I want to make Sunshine District clean and tidy again, and I want this street to shine with its former glory." "I believe..." "I can do it." He clenched his fist towards the night sky, filled with vigor. He knew the power of one person was limited. "Weak as I am in this apocalypse, I’m inconspicuous, only capable of dealing with a small number of unfriendly zombies." Tonight. More survivors struggled for their lives, some became food for zombies, and some betrayed their companions, all just to live a little longer. Darkness was coming. As time in this apocalypse moved on, it would become more horrifying, even darker. In Huang city. The lights in room 704 of Sunshine District remained dimly lit. As if to say to the group of survivors... hold on, believe in yourself, there is still a faint light in Huang city illuminating the darkness. PS: I made some corrections to the last Chapter because there were some details that weren’t well-written.