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Chapter 68

Chapter 68: The Fading City (33)


The room was eerily silent—no blood, no bodies.


An open file lay on the desk, as if someone had been reading it and had to leave abruptly.


Nearby offices had their doors closed, the lights off, and the darkness was complete inside.


Ye Nianchu turned on the flashlight on her phone and shone it into the darkness. Suddenly, a pair of bloodshot eyes opened, staring at her from within.


She gasped and instinctively took a step back. "They're inside."


This situation was full of unexpected, malicious surprises.


The room was packed with zombies, tightly confined in an airtight space.


Several adjacent offices were similar to this one, with zombies crowding between them.


The presence of the living triggered the zombies. They pounded on the glass, leaving dark blood mixed with yellow-green pus behind.


The laboratory-grade construction materials were sturdier than ordinary ones. However, the office doors were not locked!


This was unfortunate.


In the narrow aisle, zombies were pouring out from the doors. They were trapped between two doors, which was slightly better than encountering zombies directly.


“Go this way,” Qin Mubai said, pulling Ye Nianchu to the right.


The protective barrier kept the incoming zombies at bay. They dashed out of the office area, turned several corners, and took temporary refuge in a closed laboratory.


This was a good refuge, but without an S-Class ability, it probably wouldn’t last more than half a day, depending on the situation.


If they wanted to spend the last five days of the game here, they needed to either clear out the zombies or use the lab’s master control system to lock them in one area.


The latter option was preferable; fighting zombies for several days would be exhausting.


They had brought everything they might need from the hotel, including laptops.


With Qin Mubai’s authority, hacking into the control center shouldn’t be too difficult.


Ye Nianchu opened the computer and quickly typed away. Meanwhile, Qin Mubai used the lab’s computer to check the surveillance and locate the zombies.


A few hours later, the sun was setting.


"All done," Ye Nianchu said with a sigh of relief as she closed the computer lid.


She used the alarm sound to lure the zombies into the office area and then sent a command to lock the entrances and exits.


Most of the zombies were now contained in the office area.


They didn’t need to worry about leaving; they just needed to get through the remaining days here.


"With my sister, the game becomes simpler," Qin Mubai said, leaning back in his chair. His focused expression confirmed the truth of his words.


"Are you sure?"


Wasn’t this round of the game supposed to be easy for him? On the contrary, teaming up with her seemed to skew the luck.


Qin Mubai’s lips curled slightly, and the light and shadows in his eyes shifted. "Yes, sure."


The antidote to the game was supposed to be the real antidote.


If it weren’t for meeting her, this round wouldn’t have been so challenging.


Qin Mubai stood up and pressed a button on the wall, revealing a small lounge.


The lounge was compact but well-equipped with a bed and a sofa, solving their sleeping arrangements.


Game Day 23.


9 a.m.


Ye Nianchu emerged from the lounge and saw Qin Mubai in a white lab coat, tinkering with experimental equipment. The lights reflected off his clear and composed face.


The cold, monotonous laboratory seemed to come alive with color, making it hard to look away.


At that moment, a giant mushroom cloud rose above Searle, its destructive force sweeping through the city.


Buildings collapsed, the sky turned red from the fire, dust and smoke covered the sky, and the earth trembled.


Even in a laboratory far from the ground, they could feel the terrifying power.


The zombie virus may have been cleared from Searle City, but the city is no longer habitable for humans.


On the surveillance screen, the zombies trapped in the office area show no unusual activity. In the vast underground laboratory, only two living people are amidst a sea of zombies.


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