Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

"Um: What you're saying is, if a fake human is still a human..."

Looking at the fake human corpse on the ground, Su Ming felt somewhat uncomfortable, but he would still do the same thing if he had to do it again. No one would risk their own life.

"That kid is too ruthless and heartless!" With such a loud commotion, Scarface Liu couldn't possibly have missed it. He hid behind the door, still shaken, a wave of fear washing over him.

It's true that it's not forbidden to go out at night, but not many people have Su Ming's courage and judgment.

A fake can be fought, but fighting doesn't guarantee survival, but...

If you keep running away, you'll die sooner or later!

"What should we do with this corpse? Won't leaving it untouched attract other fake humans?" Amidst the mess on the ground, Wen Wan offered her opinion.

If a fake person comes knocking on our door because of this, things could get really out of hand.

"That is indeed a problem. We can't just leave it here where we live." Su Ming narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting between 101 and the corpse. "Hey, I have a good idea!"

Su Ming just happened to have a clue about how to deal with the resurrected ghost.

"Come on, lend a hand and take this good stuff to our good neighbor!" Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, the two carried the mangled corpse and threw it outside the door of 101.

Not satisfied with that, Su Ming also smeared some of the juice residue on Scarface Liu's door and walls.

Scarface Liu witnessed everything: "Fuck your grandpa, you little bastard! I've never seen anyone as despicable as you in my eight lifetimes!"

"Don't let me catch you, or I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" Scarface Liu was furious. This scoundrel was capable of any dirty trick.

Su Ming gave Wen Wan a look, signaling her to go back first, while he himself would make things even bigger.

He picked up the claw hammer from the ground and jabbed it at Scarface's door, shouting, "This is the real Haotian Hammer!"

"Fuck your grandpa, you little beast! Why don't you just die!" Scarface's eyes were bloodshot with rage, wishing he could chop Su Ming into mincemeat right away.

"Go ahead and shout, the fakes are already here. Hopefully you can shout louder!" A rustling sound came from the path outside the front door. At this hour, it could only be fakes, and not just one or two.

Seeing the place smashed to pieces, with several holes revealing the view inside, Su Ming stopped, satisfied.

The conditions simply didn't allow it; otherwise, he could have caused even more destruction.

One after another, fake people poured into the stairwell, and Su Ming could even be seen at the forefront.

The fake man, upon seeing a living person, was immediately aroused. Without hesitation, Su Ming got up and went into his room.

Wen Wan locked the door and then moved the sofa back to its original position.

Through the peephole, it was clear that the fake men quickly lost interest in them and rushed towards Scarface Liu.

Scarface Liu was sweating profusely; he had never been so cowardly in his life. "You damn monster, don't come any closer!"

"Son, your father has come to see you!" The imposter, disguised as Scarface Old Man Liu, rushed towards the door. "Let your father come in and sit for a while!"

"Sit down, you son of a bitch! Even if you were my own father, I'd kill you if you dared to come in!" Scarface Liu threatened.

"You unfilial son!" The fake man imitated the voice, but when that didn't work, he dropped his smile and put on a stern face. They weren't going to pretend anymore; they were laying their cards on the table.

A hand that managed to peek through the crack in the door was kicked off by Scarface Liu, but he couldn't withstand the sheer number of them. The fake men quickly smashed down Scarface's door.

"Damn it!" Scarface Liu only had one hand and was no match for so many fake men. He was quickly overwhelmed.

His flesh and blood were torn like strips of cloth, a gruesome sight.

Scarface Liu let out a scream that Su Ming could hear throughout the corridor.

"Fuck your grandpa, you bastard, ahhh... I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" Scarface Liu screamed and cursed.

The screams quickly stopped, and soon one of the fake figures transformed into Scarface Liu, while the rest walked towards Su Ming.

The imposter repeated his boring words, but he couldn't fool Su Ming.

Finding the situation uninteresting, the fakes scattered and walked in other directions.

The first night passed by so bumpy!

……

early morning.

Wen Wan woke up groggily, subconsciously wiping away her drool, and looked up to see Su Ming's ambiguous smile:

"Did you dream about eating Xinjiang-style roasted lamb skewers?" Su Ming stretched out his arm, grinning mischievously. "Look, you're drooling all over my arm!"

"You shameless jerk, all you do is harp on me when I'm embarrassed! Get out of here!" Wen Wan grabbed a pillow and threw it at me like a teacher would throw chalk at a sleeping student.

"I'm going to the tree branch 666, just got up and it's already cracking? That tigress is full of energy!" After saying that, he was not to be outdone, so he grabbed another pillow and joined the battle.

"Ugh, so annoying! I hate it when people call me a tigress! You're asking for it!" Enraged, Wen Wan started fighting with Su Ming without any regard for her image.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as strong as her, and with a shove, she was pinned down.

Wen Wan could even feel Su Ming's hot breath on her face, and her face immediately turned red: "Isn't this the plot of the book I drew? Wow!" Thinking to herself, Wen Wan's heart was pounding.

"Oh my God, what a terrible position!" Although Su Ming prided himself on being an experienced driver, that was only in theory; in reality, he was just a novice cook.

The two pretended nothing had happened and went their separate ways after washing up. Wen Wan went to check the supplies, while Su Ming silently watched from behind the screen.

The group chat had less than 100 members left; he remembered there were over 100 when it first started. It seems accounts are deleted when someone dies.

The group chat was lively for a while after nightfall, then quieted down, with no useful messages. An atmosphere of despair permeated the chat.

"The supplies are so scarce! We can only eat for two days! It's awful!" Wen Wan cried out in despair. "I haven't even finished my drawing, and I'm going to starve to death here! Heaven is so cruel!"

Su Ming was exasperated and complained, "Hey, Maruko, what's the difference between your drawing and the Imperial Uncle's? The older sister who drew the Imperial Uncle shouldn't be sighing and complaining in a place like this! You jerk!"

"Tch, how could mortals understand the art of the gods?" Wen Wan was about to retort when an untimely noise came from outside the door. "Someone's coming down, Su Ming!"

"Got it!" The two were already in sync; Su Ming grabbed the kitchen knife, while Wen Wan held the claw hammer.

Through the peephole, a man and a woman were tiptoeing towards a room on the first floor. They seemed to want to avoid being discovered.

But after yesterday's incident, the corridor was covered in debris. It's hard to miss.

"This is..." Wen Wan watched as the man first used something to pry open the door to room 102, while the other woman stood guard at the door, constantly looking around.

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's leave after we've searched the supplies, before the residents of this house find out," the woman urged the man to get started. They were a couple, and they knew Su Ming was someone they couldn't afford to mess with.

They were just desperate and wanted to get some supplies to survive.

"I don't understand!" Su Ming gestured for Wen Wan to unlock the door. "How come everyone who stole the spoils of victory is here?"

Thinking to himself, Su Ming gave Wen Wan a look, signaling her to turn the handle. Then he burst out of the door with a loud shout:

"Police, don't move!"