Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 272 - Illusion (2)
When Bei Nuan rushed over, the secret room had already closed. The wall returned to just bookshelves without any flaws.
Lu Xingchi came over and pulled out the dictionary that Song Ce had touched, but nothing happened. He placed his hand on the secret room's door that was disguised as bookshelves. After a moment, he quietly said, "Even the door shaft isn't made of metal."
Bei Nuan pitifully clawed at the door. She raised her head to look at Lu Xingchi. "I saw my dad."
"That wasn't your dad," Lu Xingchi said, "It was an illusion. What I saw wasn't your dad."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the nails in the air gathered together and became a thick, sharp weapon. He flung it at the secret room's door, again and again. It didn't take long to dig out a big hole.
Lu Xingchi reached in, groped around for a bit, and finally opened the door.
Inside, there was a functional suite with everything. The owner of the manor must have prepared it for emergencies. It was decorated very comfortably, but it was dark without any lighting.
There was a candlestick and a lit candle on the table. Song Ce seemed to have lived here, but he was already gone.
Bei Nuan took out a high-powered flashlight. Lu Xingchi searched around and finally found another secret door on a wall. The secret room was connected to other places.
They quickly walked along the passage, passed by another similar secret room, and saw a door up ahead.
When they opened the door, they found themselves outside the manor's perimeter walls.
The sky was blue, and the grass was green. There was no one in sight.
Song Ce had already left.
Lu Xingchi searched around and didn't find any clues.
Bei Nuan had calmed down. She asked Lu Xingchi, "You said that you didn't see my dad, so then, who did you see?"
Lu Xingchi was silent for a moment before answering, "I saw you. I saw you standing in that spot."
Lu Xingchi said, "I guess that his ability is casting an illusion to look like someone you're familiar with so that you won't have the heart to hurt him."
They went back to the secret passage, returned to the secret room, and saw Big Black, Captain Zheng, and the skinny man poking their heads into the secret room, but not entering.
They must have been unable to wait any longer and came upstairs.
The ability's duration time had lapsed, and Big Black had stopped squatting outside the door like a stone lion. His eyes lit up when he saw them.
"You guys are back? How did you figure out there's a secret room here? The captain said it's too dark inside there and won't let us enter. He's worried about meeting danger."
Lu Xingchi said, "I noticed when I went to get a book. There's nothing special inside. It's just an ordinary passage that leads outside the manor."
Bei Nuan saw him looking around the room as he spoke.
Bei Nuan also looked around. Du Ruo had mentioned that Song Ce carried a lot of bags with him. There was nothing in the secret room, so he must have taken them away.
However, Lu Xingchi walked to the bed, picked something up from the bedside table, and put it in his pocket.
Lu Xingchi nonchalantly said to the others, "You guys can come in. We can go out through here. We just walked through the passage. There aren't any zombies."
The others cautiously entered the secret room. The group followed Bei Nuan's flashlight, walked through the secret passage, and left the manor.
The skinny man let out a long sigh of relief. "This way is better. It's safer."
They returned to where the jeep was parked and got into the jeep.
Bei Nuan surreptitiously asked Lu Xingchi, "What did you take?"
Lu Xingchi took out a scrap of paper and a small glass bottle from his pocket.
A few words were scrawled on the paper: for curly hair, for his hot pot.
Song Ce had specially left behind a dose of zombie virus inhibitor and hastily wrote a note. Even though he was in a hurry to flee, he still thought about Du Ruo.
Bei Nuan took the small glass bottle and studied it for a long time. She was a bit worried and quietly asked, "Is this real? He wouldn't hurt Du Ruo, right?"
Lu Xingchi confidently said, "I don't think he would."
He was such a good judge of people. Bei Nuan felt reassured.
The return trip went smoothly. Even the skinny man, who was afraid of zombies, was dozing off.
When the jeep drove through the base's gate, the sun was still overhead. Noon hadn't passed that long ago.
After getting off the jeep, Captain Zheng asked the others, "Do you want a month's worth of meal tickets or go to Taipingmen?"
The skinny man was the first to say, "Meal tickets, of course I want meal tickets."
In contrast, Lu Xingchi, Bei Nuan, and Big Black said in unison, "Taipingmen!"
Captain Zheng looked at them and didn't say anything. He only lightly said, "Okay, wait for me to make arrangements, and I'll take you there."
Bei Nuan nodded in agreement and left with Lu Xingchi.
After taking a few steps, Bei Nuan suddenly stopped, turned her head, and asked Captain Zheng, "Captain Zheng, what about you? Do you want meal tickets or going to Taipingmen?"
Captain Zheng avoided Bei Nuan's gaze, walked to the back of the jeep, opened the trunk, and took out the full backpack before finally indifferently saying, "Taipingmen."