Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

A few days later.

During the day, unless there is a shortage of supplies, there is no danger if you don't go out.

Even every night, fake people still come to the door, doing all sorts of things like unclogging drains and delivering food.

However, Su Ming and the others were already used to it. Wen Wan checked the door, her face full of dejection: "Our home is going to be gone!"

The front door now has several large holes, and the sofa is tattered. If this continues, it's only a matter of time before it's breached by the collaborators.

"It's alright, we can find another house. If you lose yours, many people won't appreciate your sketchbooks anymore," Su Ming said with a laugh, but he wasn't unaware of the matter.

In fact, he planned to solve the problem of accommodation today while it was still daytime.

I opened the chat group; there were still two days left, and only about 20 people remained in the group.

There are never enough supplies, but there are always too many fake people.

The group chat was buzzing today because of the power distribution room collapse that happened yesterday.

"I heard those tough guys on the top floor got wiped out? Guys, is that true? It can't be just a rumor, right?"

Those who survived were more adapted to the environment and paid attention to every aspect.

After several days of reshuffling, everyone has a pretty good idea of ​​which groups are the most powerful.

The group with the richest supplies and the most firepower is District King Suming. A formidable team with a hardcore, hand-built survival shelter's electrical room. Also present are the war correspondent, the whistleblower, and the Chengdu Superman, among others…

The whistleblower said, "When have I ever lied to anyone? If the group chat didn't lack a photo upload function, I would have shown you the terrible state of the power distribution room."

"Giegie, do you have any inside information?" Chengdu Superman, wearing a pink vest, typed in the chat.

It's been several days now, and the main people have gotten to know each other. They've gotten used to his way of speaking.

"From what I've observed, I reckon the Ruthless Gang is in turmoil." The gossip guy stood behind the window, a mechanical insect flying around him, its two compound eyes particularly eye-catching.

"Didn't that group occupy the best houses? Their houses are the only ones in the whole complex with metal doors; everyone else has wooden doors. Even if these fake androids can climb walls and break down doors, they can't get in! Aren't they satisfied yet?"

Someone typed out their question: he was staying in a regular room, and it was only because he was lucky and the fake people didn't come often that he had managed to survive until now. As long as his luck continued, seven days shouldn't be a problem.

Su Ming: "I'm afraid it's due to uneven distribution of resources!" He offered his opinion.

The supplies in the community were dwindling, and the essential supplies had long been looted by him and Wen Wan. In addition, they occasionally helped Zhou Zheng and his wife, so they could only say that they were doing alright.

As one can imagine, for others, drinking a bottle of water and eating some biscuits and bread a day was considered a good meal.

"Hey, it's District King here!" the insider replied immediately. "Just as the big shot said, the defenses upstairs are maxed out, but the support is lacking. They haven't gone out to explore enough, and the supplies are... well..."

"Brother Qu Wang, you're so light and soft, I can't push you over. I'm hungry, please take care of me, sob sob sob!" The Chengdu Superman's pectoral muscles twitched as he calmly typed out these words.

"?" Su Ming slowly typed out a question mark. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been skeptical before the neighborhood version of the Vest Venerable smashed the fake man's head with a single punch.

"Get out of here, you gays!"

"Give up on that idea! Brother Qu Wang's gigolo is really delicious!" Zhou Zheng was unusually unserious, weakly scribble on the words.

"That's enough, big shot, please continue speaking." Someone brought the topic back on track.

"Actually, there's not much to say. Boss Wang from the district has already made it clear," the gossip guy said casually.

"Based on my deduction and observation, one of them opened the weakest window in the power distribution room to embezzle supplies. The fake man climbed up at night and broke into the power distribution room. The funniest thing is that when the fake man got in, that selfish guy didn't even have time to take much of the supplies. He's a real genius!"

"Sigh, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. I never thought that those big shots who made their own money would be harmed by fake people, while the most selfish one survived. Everyone, be careful and keep your eyes open." The gossip guy didn't forget to give a word of advice.

At this moment, the selfish person is huddled together with another scoundrel, staring venomously at the public chat.

"Damn it, it's all those idiots' fault. All they know is to eye their little piece of land and plan their quotas every day. Go to hell, if you want to starve to death, just say so."

The red-haired thug-looking guy next to him slumped to the ground, echoing the selfish guy: "If you ask me, you should have acted sooner. Find a way to take them out when it's safe to do so, then all the supplies would be yours, right?"

"House plus food, I'm envious of your doomsday fortress!" Red Hair scratched his head, completely out of control.

"It's too late to say anything now, damn it, what bad luck!" The selfish guy grabbed a bottle of water that was almost empty and smashed it on the ground.

Water droplets rolled all around, reflecting his resentful gaze.

"What's your hurry? I'm just asking you if you dare to pull off a big heist!" Red Hair said, sitting cross-legged, his thick lips exuding a sinister aura.

"What can you do? You eat and drink all of my food, get out of here, I'm already annoyed!"

Red Hair ignored him, leaned closer to the selfish man, and said seductively, "To tell you the truth, I went to Wang's place in that neighborhood first thing this morning to investigate!"

"Guess what?" the red-haired man teased, keeping the audience in suspense.

"Don't you dare cause any trouble. They have props. Have you forgotten how that serial killer died?"

Speaking of Su Ming, even the selfish ghost subconsciously became afraid, fearing that the red-haired man might cause some trouble and anger that evil god.

"No wonder you can't even handle the worst people. Let me tell you, that family's door can't hold up anymore, it won't last tonight!" Red Hair's eyes were filled with ambition.

Murder and robbery are the fastest ways to get rich. If you stay like this, you'll be finished sooner or later.

The selfish man was being grabbed by the collar, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Red Hair knew this man had been tempted by greed: "Listen to me, we'll do it this way."

………………

Upon learning of the message in the group chat, Su Ming didn't sit idle either. He tried to move the supplies and weapons to the power distribution room. The bloody residue all over the floor was also a problem. This needed to be dealt with, that needed to be dealt with, there were problems everywhere.

Fortunately, there was still half a relatively clean side room, where he and Wen Wan could squeeze into one bed, which was barely manageable.

After a long day, the two were covered in sweat and smelled terrible. It was already late at night, and there was no time to take a proper shower.

The two had no choice but to lie on the bed like that. Wen Wan was used to this old married couple's routine and wasn't so easily embarrassed anymore.

She just said disdainfully, "You stinky jerk, can you stay away from me? I have to say, that nickname really suits you."

Su Ming got excited and deliberately moved closer: "You're complaining about me now? Who was sleeping with their arm around my shoulder last night?"

Wen Wan kicked him: "You're so shameless! Which scoundrel was groping my chest in the middle of the night? I won't say anything!"

Su Ming blushed slightly: "Ahem, I was sleepwalking, I'm a gentleman!"

Wen Wan rolled her eyes, and even so, it had a unique charm:

"You big idiot! What kind of good person would sleepwalk and untie my sash?"