Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 177 - Can you let me go now? (3)
Five minutes later.
Bei Nuan was huffing and puffing as she dragged the guy out of the room. She was staggering and panting. She couldn't be in a more sorry state. She wanted to cry. She really didn't have the strength to keep dragging him.
While dragging the guy out, Bei Nuan quietly complained, "Do you go rob food from Little Shao every day? And also eat other people's food? Have you never considered going on a diet after dining and dashing so many times?"
Uncle Shi was splayed out on the floor. He was still wearing his floral shirt and lying there motionlessly with his eyes closed. His breathing was shallow, and he didn't look like he was going to get up to exercise. He had been smashed by three gas canisters in a row, so it made sense that he couldn't move.
It was very quiet in the hallway with no one around. Bei Nuan had recently checked. However, there would be someone guarding the entrance of the casino, so she couldn't escape.
She couldn't leave Uncle Shi here. Qiu Zhengxun would use it as an excuse to hassle her even more.
Besides, he wasn't dead yet. He was still breathing.
Bei Nuan hadn't tried to kill him. It would be difficult if he died at her hands. She had a better plan.
Uncle Shi had a large set of keys hanging at his waist. Bei Nuan had tried out the keys. There was a key for unlocking the gate for the room where the zombies were held, and a key for the zombie cages.
Her plan was to drag Uncle Shi into the room with zombies and open one of the zombie cages. There was a long bamboo pole in the storage room. She could use the pole to slide the metal bolt of the zombie cage from a safe distance and release a zombie.
As long as she was fast enough, she definitely had time to rush out of the room and lock the gate. That way, Uncle Shi, who still had a breath left in him, would be the only reachable target of the zombie.
And then, she would go back to the storage room, lock the gate to the storage room, and throw the key into the room across from hers. The metal gates on the two rooms were facing each other, so this wouldn't be difficult. Even if she failed on her throw, she could use the long bamboo pole to push the key inside.
She was ready to create a locked room mystery. Once the zombie gnawed on Uncle Shi and he joined the happy family of zombies, the matter would be perfectly resolved.
Dreams were perfect, but reality was cruel and ruthless. Just achieving the first step of her plan was difficult. What did he eat every day? He was so goddam heavy. Smashing him with the gas canisters was less effort than dragging him.
The next time she saw a shopping cart in a supermarket, she would put it into her pocket space. That way, she wouldn't have to work so hard if she had to move someone.
After a lot of hard work, she finally dragged him to the entrance. The threshold of the gate was quite high, and it wasn't easy to drag Uncle Shi across.
Bei Nuan changed her posture and clamped his ankles under her armpits. Panting, she tried to drag his body over the threshold like a dog pulling a sled.
It was bad luck to sing that old barge haulers' ditty to Du Ruo today. In the end, she was the one that had to pull something.
Brothers, put your backs into it! Yo! Hey! Up ahead, let's go there to drink a jar of wine! Yo! Hey!
Bei Nuan silently sang the ditty to herself while pulling the heavy Uncle Shi forward, step by step.
While she was working hard, she heard an amused voice behind her.
"Such tiring work. Want me to help?"
Bei Nuan tossed Uncle Shi's foot away, sat down, and went on a strike.
Lu Xingchi smiled and squatted down in front of her.
"Looks like I'm late again." He calmly looked over Bei Nuan. Seeing that she was unscathed, he relaxed.
He brushed her messy hair back and said, "I'll be quicker next time. Otherwise, if you can take care of everything by yourself, there's no need for me."
"You're not late. Your timing is perfect. It's your time to shine."
Bei Nuan pointed at Uncle Shi. "Drag him over there to feed the zombie. I really don't have the strength to drag him any farther."
Lu Xingchi had seen a guy lying on the ground when he got here and knew right away that Bei Nuan had dealt with another foolish person. It was only when he got closer that he realized he knew this person. It was Uncle Shi, the guy from the market in the morning.
Lu Xingchi glanced at the clamoring zombies in the other room and asked Bei Nuan, "Why are you taking the extra trouble to do this? We can just kill him and go."
Go?
Bei Nuan hesiated. Now that Lu Xingchi was here, it was possible to just leave. However, if they did that, Qiu Zhengxun would know that Uncle Shi was murdered, and they could no longer stay on the island.