In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

On the wall outside the dormitory building, two overlapping figures flew back and forth rapidly.

"Have you found it yet? The shielding ability is about to fail." Wenren Lei tugged at Fu Yan's clothes and urged him on.

Fu Yan, with one arm around Wenren Lei and the other gripping the windowsill, glanced into the dormitory: "Coming soon."

After saying that, he jumped to the next window and quickly peeked inside.

"This is the one."

Upon hearing this, Wenren Lei immediately reached out and opened the window, and Fu Yan quickly jumped in through the window.

Liao Xingwei has no roommates and lives alone in a double room. He is sleeping soundly right now.

Wenren Lei stood in front of his bed and teased, "Young Master Liao really has a lot of influence. He can even stay in a VIP dormitory in a godforsaken place like this."

He pulled out a wad of cloth and stuffed it directly into Liao Xingwei's mouth.

"Alright, block him." Wenren Lei patted non-existent dust off his palm.

Fu Yan crouched down and applied the shielding ability to Liao Xingwei.

While asleep, Liao Xingwei felt something gently brushing against his face.

As he woke up, his memories returned. His mind was still foggy, and he slowly opened his eyes.

! !

Right in front of me was a face that was glowing, with its eyes rolled back, and was deathly pale.

Liao Xingwei shuddered, sat up abruptly, and yelled at the face, only to find that the sound he made was muffled in his throat.

The owner of that face took a step back to dodge the attack, turned off the flashlight in his hand, and laughed silently while clutching his stomach.

By the light of the searchlight outside, Liao Xingwei could barely make out that the person laughing so hard he was about to choke was Wenren Lei, whose hair had been dyed black.

Liao Xingwei: ...

His gaze shifted, and he was startled again by a motionless dark figure.

Liao Xingwei reacted slightly—this figure should be Fu Yan.

"&%￥#…" Liao Xingwei let out a series of sobs.

Wenren Lei struggled to sit up, her laughter distorted: "Brother Yan, you see, I told you, he couldn't remember to take the cloth out of his mouth himself."

Fu Yan, who had originally intended to tie Liao Xingwei's hands and feet, slowly nodded.

Liao Xingwei froze for a second, then raised his hand to pull the gag out of his mouth, took a deep breath, and asked, "What are you all doing here?"

"Guess," Wenren Lei said.

Liao Xingwei didn't want to guess, so she asked a different question: "How come I lost my memory as soon as I came in?"

Wenren Lei pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him: "This manor really makes people lose their memories. Now it's my turn to ask you, Young Master Liao from the Alliance, how did you end up in this den of demons?"

"A den of demons?" Liao Xingwei recalled everything that happened after entering the manor. It seemed that apart from having more rules, it wasn't really that demonic.

Wenren Lei, utterly rude, stepped on the edge of his bed: "Time is of the essence, speak quickly."

"Urgent?" Liao Xingwei subconsciously tensed up, speaking rapidly, "I'm here to investigate a case."

Upon hearing this, Wenren Lei winked at Fu Yan with a flirtatious look, her face clearly saying, "I knew it."

Liao Xingwei continued, "Because I had previously run away from the Alliance, after returning home, my father punished me by making me go to the archives to help organize recent case files. I discovered a series of suspicious cases. In just a few months, several small civilian organizations across the region went completely out of contact."

Liao Xingwei briefly described the characteristics of these small civilian organizations: there were no signs of fighting, no bloodstains or corpses, all the supplies were moved out in an orderly manner, but the people could not be contacted at all, as if they had vanished into thin air.

"However, when I went to the archives the next day to look through these files, I found that they were all gone. My colleagues in the archives told me that they had been sent to the field team for investigation."

Wenren asked tearfully, "Then why did you sneak out again?"

Liao Xingwei said, "The alliance is short-handed. Normally, the disappearance of an anonymous civilian organization like this wouldn't even be considered a priority by the field team. But this operation was so swift that I felt something was amiss, so I came out to investigate personally."

Wenren Lei couldn't help but laugh: "You don't even trust your father's alliance?"

Liao Xingwei corrected, "The alliance doesn't belong to my dad; it belongs to all survivors across the entire region. Besides, if there's a problem, it needs to be thoroughly investigated, regardless of whether my dad is around or not."

Wenren Lei gave a thumbs up: "Iron-fisted and impartial."

Liao Xingwei was too lazy to joke with him and continued to get down to business: "Based on the coordinates in my memory, I visited some missing organizations, and all the clues pointed intermittently to this unregistered manor."

He mentioned the recruitment letter, the contents of which were exactly the same as the letter Fu Yan had found in the crack in the wall.

At this point in the conversation, Wenren Lei had basically come to trust Liao Xingwei and mentally labeled him as "quite flexible".

He had seriously underestimated Liao Xingwei's admirable quality of "righteousness turning into evil".

Fu Yan reminded him from the side, "Time is almost up."

Wenren Lei immediately exchanged information with Liao Xingwei, and finally added, "I'll come find you again tomorrow night, and we'll act together. You..."

Wenrenlei wanted to tell Liao Xingwei not to drink the red wine at the banquet, but then she thought it would be useless to say it, as Liao Xingwei would still lose his memory later.

"What's wrong?" Liao Xingwei asked.

"It's okay, just follow the rules, eat more and drink more."

Wenren Lei secretly wanted to laugh, so he suggested Wenren Lei drink more of that blood-red wine.

The moment Liao Xingwei stepped out of his dormitory, the time his supernatural abilities were blocked had just ended.

Wenren Lei stood at the doorway, stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Fu Yan beside her: "What's this?"

Fu Yan said, "I've come to see an old friend."

"What old friend?"

Fu Yan took Wenren Lei's hand and escorted him back to his dormitory: "1030."

"Him? What kind of old friend is he?"

Fu Yan thought for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "You are his second grandfather."

Wenren Lei believed it: "Such a thing is possible? Am I that senior?"

Fu Yan said, "Of course you're great, you're still Fu Xing's second grandfather."

Wenren Lei pressed on, asking, "Who is Fu Xing?"

"A disobedient young man."

……

On the second day of joint training, the trainees were not divided into groups. Fu Yan took this opportunity to stay by Wenren Lei's side at all times.

During halftime, Wenren Lei drank the drinking water provided by the manor. Fu Yan, standing close behind him, replaced the water with clean water the instant it was about to go down his throat.

"1001." Wenren Lei threw away the plastic bottle and whispered in Fu Yan's ear, "Have you noticed that since yesterday, the head instructor has been running towards the training ground?"

Fu Yan nodded slightly. In fact, the head instructor had started training Liao Xingwei from the day he entered the manor.

He had a premonition that behind this manor lay a secret that could shake the entire region.

Wenren Lei continued, "This head instructor is the only one among all the instructors who can walk normally."

Fu Yan raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and whispered, "We'll investigate their background tonight."

Wenren Lei suddenly turned her head, her eyes lighting up: "That's exciting?"

Fu Yan nodded mysteriously: "As your boyfriend, I have to keep things exciting."

Wenren Lei gave a thumbs up: "You can get married."

0001 leaned against the horizontal bar by the training field, arms crossed, watching Wenren Lei and Fu Yan from afar.