Apocalypse: The White Moonlight Became a Possessive Mad Dog

Su Han was startled, and even Lian Xitong perked up his ears.

The original text doesn't elaborate much on Shen Chengyin's background, only mentioning it briefly.

Shen Chengyin was the young master of a prominent family. When he was born, he was switched at birth by a servant and abandoned in an orphanage. He was not found until he was fifteen years old and became the nominal sole heir of the Shen family.

After the apocalypse, the mountain of supplies piled up in Shen Chengyin's space were mostly strategic reserves of the Shen family or emergency purchases made using family connections.

Su Han blinked and asked softly, "You two knew each other back in college?"

Wei Zhenmeng shook her head, a thin mist of recollection rising in her eyes: "To be precise, it was only me who knew about him. Shen Chengyin was... a celebrity at A University."

"Is he a celebrity with excellent grades?"

"It's more than just good." Wei Zhenmeng smiled, a hint of nostalgia in her smile. "At A University, a top-tier institution, his major was always ranked first or second. But he was always a loner, didn't like to talk, and was known throughout the school as an aloof and unattainable figure."

Shen Chengyin's good looks and outstanding academic achievements quickly attracted female fans who delved into his background.

Only then did people realize that Shen Chengyin was the real young master of the Shen family, who had spent fifteen years alone in an orphanage due to his parents' neglect.

Moreover, he was found not because his secret was exposed, but because the fake young master of the Shen family died in an accidental car accident, leaving the Shen family without an heir. That's why Shen's father sent someone to find Shen Chengyin.

"I heard that the Shen family found out the truth when the fake young master was ten years old. But the fake young master was smart and sensible, and he always pleased them. So they kept quiet and went along with the mistake." Wei Zhenmeng's voice lowered, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her, but which sent chills down one's spine.

To them, their children are perhaps nothing more than a piece of flesh that can be cut off. If they're lost, they're lost.

Su Han curled her fingers, her fingertips feeling cold.

"Later, Shen Chengyin was found, but it is said that the entire Shen family disliked him."

A "wild child" who grew up in an orphanage and never received an elite education must be quickly molded into a qualified successor.

Upon returning to his family, Shen Chengyin was forcibly immersed in an intensive training program—arts and sciences, horseback riding, tea ceremony, and business etiquette, day and night.

They used the shortest time and the most rigorous methods to try to smooth out and reshape his fragmented fifteen years.

As Su Han listened, she suddenly felt a little afraid to think about it too much.

A child who had waited fifteen years in an orphanage was taken home by his biological parents with high hopes, only to be met not with the affection he craved, but with countless assignments and punishments.

What must Shen Chengyin have been feeling at that time?

"We met once before. Once, while moving experimental equipment in the laboratory building, I accidentally broke two very delicate instrument parts... I couldn't afford to pay for them even if I sold myself."

Wei Zhenmeng smiled sheepishly, "Shen Chengyin was passing by, asked what happened, and without saying much, just paid for it for me. That amount of money was probably nothing to him, not even pocket money... but I've remembered it ever since."

"I said I would pay him back, but unfortunately the apocalypse happened before I graduated... I'm weak and timid, and I can't help much, so I probably won't be able to pay him back." Wei Zhenmeng's voice grew softer and softer.

Su Han froze, her joints as if frozen by the cold, emitting a faint, almost inaudible tremor.

He suddenly looked up, his voice slightly strained:

"Have you... heard of someone named Wang Jiafu?"

"Wang Jiafu?" Wei Zhenmeng's eyes lit up. "I know him. He's a friend of Shen Chengyin's from when they were in the orphanage. Later, it seems he got into another university in the same city, and he would come to A University to see Shen Chengyin every month. I heard that Shen Chengyin secretly helped him pay his tuition."

Her tone was light, as if she were relieved for her deceased friend: "Is he still alive?"

Su Han slowly lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them.

"No." His voice was very soft, like a block of ice falling into a silent, deep pool. "He's dead."

Although he didn't witness Wang Jiafu's death, the cripple, whose superpowers were crippled in the zombie horde, had no way to survive.

Wei Zhenmeng's smile froze, thinking she had touched on some inappropriate past: "...I'm sorry."

When Sun Liang returned from the restroom, he saw the two people inside the room in silence.

He assumed that Wei Zhenmeng and Su Han didn't have much in common, so he made up an excuse to take Wei Zhenmeng away.

Su Han was the only one left in the room.

"111... Why weren't these things written in the original text?" Su Han murmured.

The system also fell silent.

[The novel's world will develop each character's growth trajectory; this... this should be something outside the main story, so it's normal that it's not there.]

The system kept beeping in Su Han's mind, but Su Han didn't hear a single word.

"I want to see Shen Chengyin."

He was about to see Shen Chengyin.

Su Han circled the research institute twice along the route Shen Chengyin often took, but couldn't find it.

He went to the area near the city gate and the trading hall, but everyone there said they had never seen Shen Chengyin.

Su Han felt a vague unease in her heart.

After searching almost the entire city to no avail, Su Han returned to their dormitory. The lights were off, and none of the furnishings in the room had been moved.

Shen Chengyin did not return.

Shen Chengyin has been very well-behaved these past few days, leaving and returning home almost exactly on time, a first for him.

He immediately turned around and went to find Li Tiangan to find out what Cheng Ruoyan had been up to lately.

"Cheng Ruoyan? No, she and Zhao Yue have been behaving very well these past two days."

Su Han did not respond.

wrong.

He took two daggers from the table in Li Tiangan's dormitory, tucked them into his waistband, and turned to leave.

"Hey, where are you going in the middle of the night?" Li Tiangan also guessed that something was wrong. Fearing that Su Han would act impulsively, he picked up his coat and followed her.

*

A faint, fishy odor lingered around my nose.

The blindfold was gradually removed, and the sudden burst of blinding light made Shen Chengyin instinctively frown.

As expected, this was indeed a temporary prison for the revival base.

Survivors suspected of being infected with the zombie virus were mixed together with prisoners who had violated regulations, creating chaos.

The rusty gate, the muddy ground, the rampant mold on the walls—everything was so familiar.

Shen Chengyin slowly looked around, a self-deprecating smile appearing on his lips.

The bodyguard who removed the black cloth from him was one of Cheng Ruoyan's bodyguards. The man took a step back, revealing a figure in a white coat behind him.

The doctor in the white coat held a long, thin syringe, the needle tip gleaming coldly and extremely sharp.

Without the slightest hesitation, the needle pierced straight into Shen Chengyin's chest.

The icy liquid seeped into his body, carrying a tingling, numb chill that gradually spread—he could clearly feel his superpowers being rapidly sealed off.

Now, he can't even heal a tiny pinhole.

Shen Chengyin smiled.

"This is the reagent you developed after spending a lot of resources? It can only suppress supernatural abilities for two hours?"

The man in the white coat remained silent as a bodyguard stepped forward and firmly bound his hands to the back of the chair.

Shen Chengyin watched coldly as the other party took out a capsule-sized, pale green liquid from the freezer, thawed it, and then injected it into his vein.

After the injection was completed, the doctor in the white coat finally spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion:

"Observe for three hours, and report immediately if any signs of mutation appear."

"clear."

Shen Chengyin was bound to the chair, his breathing gradually becoming rapid, and a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes.