Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 119 - Who will these three people be? (2)
"It's randomly selected. The amount of time you have to complete their wishes is also randomly selected. Let's select them one at a time," Little Three said, "Selecting the first one."
A lottery wheel appeared in the interface and began to rapidly spin. When it gradually slowed down, Bei Nuan could make out the names. The wheel pointer finally slowly stopped at a name.
"Fang Chen?" Bei Nuan read the name, baffled. "Who is this? I don't know this person."
"Don't worry, the names are chosen from people within 50 meters of you, so you can find them." Little Three stopped speaking after that.
At the same time, the countdown for the task popped up with a semicolon between the numbers. Bei Nuan glanced at it. She had about 48 hours. 48 hours was plenty of time to fulfill someone's three wishes.
Just as Bei Nuan was about to ask Little Three for hints about Fang Chen, she saw that the toy car started to move in the back kitchen. The top part was quietly opened, revealing a small hand, and then the other hand. A thin, short boy about ten years old got out of the toy car. His dark brown eyes were bright, and he had a clever face.
He seemed tired from scrunching up in the toy car. He shook his hands and feet, and then he took out a plastic bag from his pocket and scrounged around for food.
This place seemed to have been rummaged over, and there wasn't much left.
He paused, and then he ran to the side and opened the cold storage. He took out a chicken and hesitated on putting it in the bag.
Huicheng must have lost power a while ago. Not only was the chicken completely thawed, it had also changed color. It shouldn't be eaten.
Du Ruo couldn't resist calling out, "Kiddo?"
Startled, the boy looked over. It was only now that he noticed there were a group of adults at the door.
Looking wary, the boy said, "I don't have anything. No money, no food. If you don't believe me, look, the chicken I'm holding has gone bad! If I have food, why would I come here to look for this?" He looked afraid of being robbed.
Lu Xingchi glanced at him and suddenly nonchalantly said, "You do have something. Your small car looks decent."
The boy's face paled.
Bei Nuan was somewhat speechless. Did he have nothing better to do on a full stomach than scare a child?
Bei Nuan got out from behind him and pushed him behind her.
"Kiddo, ignore him. We don't want your car. We have a jeep. It's much bigger than your little car. We saw your car on the road and followed in to look."
Bei Nuan's face was pure and beautiful, and her voice was sweet and soft. She looked like the furthest one could be from a bad guy. Even an adult would subconsciously relax their guard around her, much less a child that didn't know better.
The boy's expression softened significantly.
Du Ruo found another opportunity and slipped in a praise, "Bei Nuan, you're so caring and gentle!"
Bei Nuan: "..."
Bei Nuan slowly took two steps forward as if she was approaching a small, skittish animal.
"The chicken you're holding has already gone bad. It can't be eaten anymore. Do you want something to eat? Older sister has something."
Bei Nuan rummaged through her pocket space and took out a packed swiss roll cake. In the transparent packaging bag, there was a soft and dense roll cake with snow-white cream and clear cranberry jam.
Bei Nuan slid the cake across the floor.
Under the situation of scarce supplies, even adults couldn't resist such a temptation.
The boy quickly bent down and picked up the swiss roll cake. He took a quick look and hugged it to his chest. A moment later, he couldn't resist looking at it again.
"Aren't you going to eat? Eat if you're hungry," Bei Nuan said.
"I'm afraid… that it's poisoned," the boy hesitantly said.
Bei Nuan: "... What's the benefit in killing you? Don't listen that older brother's nonsense. We don't want to steal your car."
Lu Xingchi suddenly spoke from behind Bei Nuan, "He's lying. He wants to take the cake back to feed others."
Bei Nuan knew that Lu Xingchi could see through others, but he usually didn't like to show off and wouldn't expose them. Most of the time, he would at most only smile. He was in a bad mood today and uncharacteristically spoke out in an irritating manner at every opportunity.
The boy's face became even pale. He looked at Lu Xingchi in fear.
Bei Nuan immediately took out another swiss roll cake. "How many people are there? I have more."
This time, the boy answered very quickly, "My dad, my first uncle, second uncle, third uncle, my older brother, a lot of people."
"You're lying again." Lu Xingchi came from behind. "His family doesn't have any male relatives left to protect him…"
Lu Xingchi paused, observing the boy's rapidly changing expression. "Oh, there is someone. But something happened to him. What is it? Injured? Sick?"
Lu Xingchi seemed as if he could read minds. The boy looked like he was going to cry.