Thinking that her actions just now were a bit impolite, even if it was a zombie, how could it be? It still couldn't negate the fact that the other party had saved her flesh and blood.
She held Officer Hoang's hand, which was stained with viscous liquid, suppressed the panic in her heart, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Officer Hoang."
Lam Pham looked on in surprise.
He hadn't expected Tu Dinh to not be afraid at all. Although she was a bit surprised just now, she quickly buried this surprise deep in her heart.
Immediately after.
He felt a kind of joy.
More than anyone else, he hoped that Officer Hoang could be accepted by everyone.
Although Officer Hoang was a zombie, he always adhered to his own beliefs. Even with a zombie's appearance, he was more humane than humans wearing human skin.
"Ooh ooh..."
Officer Hoang let out a low growl.
Tu Dinh looked at Lam Pham, as if seeking a translation.
Lam Pham said: "Officer Hoang said, no need to thank him, this is what he should do. He is a policeman, and helping ordinary citizens is his mission."
Beside them, Quan Hao blinked. Was that really the meaning?
Officer Hoang only made two "ooh ooh" sounds. Could it be translated into so many words?
Alright, whatever big brother said, that was it. Why must one diligently think so much?
Even Officer Hoang looked askance at Lam Pham, his eyes seeming to say, "Do you really understand?"
Tu Dinh pulled Nhuc Nhuc, "Nhuc Nhuc, quickly thank policeman uncle."
"Thank you, uncle," Nhuc Nhuc said in his childish voice.
Officer Hoang bent down, looked at Nhuc Nhuc's face, as if thinking, "This little thing was rescued by me from the sewer." Indeed, a child who woke up was good.
Then Officer Hoang left.
Lam Pham looked at Officer Hoang's back and sighed, "Officer Hoang is just like that, always silently doing things, rarely saying anything. He's probably not good at expressing his feelings."
Tu Dinh watched Officer Hoang's departing figure, "I've seen many zombies. Why would a zombie like Officer Hoang appear?"
Lam Pham patted his heart, "Conviction, faith, forever existing in the heart. Even if shrouded by darkness, one can still bravely break through the darkness and embark on the path of light. Then one can follow one's original heart."
Tu Dinh looked at Lam Pham's determined expression, his eyes radiating a brilliant light.
She turned her head back. Officer Hoang's figure had long since disappeared, but she still looked in the direction he had left, as if feeling the light that Officer Hoang had shed on the path he had walked.
For Tu Dinh, her heart leaped. It was a brilliant life dancing. If one day this quiet, pure land was stained red, then perhaps she would give up resisting, spread her arms, and wait for the darkness to engulf her.
Night.
Prison shelter.
Ha Minh Hien, under the illumination of the lights, quietly flipped through the Zombie Picture Book, looking at the content recorded inside. He wasn't looking at the zombie introductions, but at Lam Pham's assessment of his own abilities within it.
He looked up, leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and thought of the words exchanged during their meeting.
"He is very strong."
Ha Minh Hien said to himself with a blank expression.
"Those living in the prison can have a good direction, a safe living environment, and a future full of ambition."
"They are all just pitiful people struggling to survive in the apocalypse."
"Perhaps the Duong Quang shelter is the place where they truly should live."
He thought of letting that group of survivors in the prison go to the Duong Quang shelter.
He knew.
Ton Nang was a madman.
He had never taken other people's lives seriously. Even he had to live humiliatingly before him.
He didn't know what he was living for now. Perhaps it was living in fear of death, even thinking of just getting by for as long as possible. Or perhaps the humiliation had made him accustomed to it, accustomed to this kind of life. The humiliation he once couldn't accept, he now calmly accepted, to the point where it couldn't cause the slightest ripple in his heart.
Was this a strong mentality?
Or was it numbness?
He himself didn't know.
Outside the ajar door, at the boundary between darkness and light, a cold figure stood like a ghost, staring at the figure in the room.
The interplay of black and white light illuminated half a face outside the door, one dark, one bright. The sparkling eyes seemed to reveal a kind of coldness.
In the room.
Ha Minh Hien felt a chill behind him. He turned his head, stood up, walked to the door. He didn't open the door to check if anything outside had changed, but slowly raised his hand and completely sealed the ajar gap.
Early morning.
Ha Minh Hien woke up early and, as usual, trained his body with Phung Kiet.
He looked up.
He saw Ton Nang standing at the railing on the second floor, looking at him expressionlessly. Such a gaze put great pressure on him, as if a pair of eyes were always floating above his head, staring at him.
Ha Minh Hien lowered his head, pulled up his hood to cover his head, and jogged around the prison road.
Not looking, not asking, could reduce a lot of the pressure and burden in his anxious heart.
Running, running.
"Brother Minh Hien!"
Mieu Dich jogged to keep up. He already regarded Brother Minh Hien as an idol in his heart. Everyone said Brother Minh Hien was the savior of the prison, always helping them.
He felt extremely proud hearing these things. Everyone likes the person they admire to be praised by others.
"What is it?" Ha Minh Hien observed his surroundings, then asked with a smile.
Mieu Dich grinned, "I just want to jog with Brother Minh Hien."
"Follow then."
Ha Minh Hien ran forward.
Mieu Dich was clearly twelve years old, but his height looked like that of a seven or eight-year-old. It wasn't malnutrition; it might just be his physical condition.
After a while.
The jog ended.
Ha Minh Hien went to a place where a group of survivors had gathered and took out the "Zombie Picture Book."
"Everyone, take a look."
Phung Kiet, leaning against the wall, looked up, his gaze somewhat profound as he looked at Ha Minh Hien.
It was as if he understood what he wanted to do.
The content within... might have great appeal.