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

"Wenren Tears." Liao Xingwei called out to him from behind.

"No matter the outcome. Even if that person really is my mother, I will give you, and those who were brought into the brewery, an explanation."

Wenren Lei continued walking, waving again: "Goodnight."

As soon as she stepped out of the dormitory, Wenren Lei immediately leaned against Fu Yan, her voice weak: "I'm so sleepy."

Fu Yan put the documents into his spatial storage, then picked Wenren Lei up in his arms and said, "I'll take you back to sleep."

Wenren Lei looked up at him and said, "Give me a kiss, or I'll forget about you soon."

Fu Yan walked slowly forward and lowered his head to kiss Wen Renlei's lips.

Fu Yan escorted Wenren Lei, whose cheeks were flushed, to the dormitory door, put him down, and rubbed his head: "Go to sleep. I'll go to the head instructor's office and put these materials back exactly as they were."

After speaking, Fu Yan took out a blood bag from his spatial storage and handed it to Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei closed her eyes and held back her tears. She pushed the blood pack back, took off her ring and placed it in Fu Yan's palm. She then raised her hand and rubbed Fu Yan's head, saying, "I know."

Fu Yan had only taken two steps when Wenren Lei whispered to his retreating figure, "Brother Yan, you just tested Liao Xingwei, didn't you?"

Fu Yan turned around and nodded at him.

Wenren tearfully said, "Go."

While in Liao Xingwei's dormitory, under the cover of darkness, Fu Yan took out an opened bag of blood from his spatial storage.

When Wenrenlei smelled it, everyone was secretly swallowing their saliva, but Liao Xingwei showed no sign of it.

This is enough to prove that Liao Xingwei is not a crystal core ability user, and the manor has taken special care of Liao Xingwei's diet.

Room 0001 was still asleep. Wenren Lei stood in front of his bed, quietly watching him.

On the delivery register just now, Fu Yan pointed to a number with his fingertip to show him—0001, already out of the warehouse.

Why did item 0001, which was clearly registered as having been shipped out, reappear in the manor?

Wenren Lei's gaze was fixed on him, and she slowly half-squatted down: "0001."

0001's breathing was steady, and there was no response.

Wenren Lei conjured a dagger, its tip pressed against 0001's throat: "0001."

Seeing that 0001 was still sleeping soundly, Wenrenlei pierced his skin with the tip of the knife, took out a little blood, walked back to her own bedside, and smeared it on the inside of the sheet.

He cut off the blood-stained sheet and clutched it in his hand.

Her memory began to blur; Fu Yan hadn't returned. Wenren Lei sighed softly and raised the dagger, pointing it at her arm.

On the other side, Fu Yan put away the documents and prepared to leave the manor to meet up with A1-V.

He had just closed the office door when he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

Fu Yan rolled up his sleeves and raised his arm, and two bloody words slowly appeared on his skin—"Bed Sheet".

"This is the most reliable way for you to communicate."

Fu Yan rushed back to Wenren Lei's dormitory, applied the paralysis ability to 0001 again, and then pushed open the door to go in.

Under the influence of mind control, Wenren Lei was already fast asleep.

Fu Yan gently sat on the edge of his bed, leaned over, and whispered to himself, "Lei Lei, what happened to the sheets?"

A piece of the sheet on the side against the wall was pulled out. Fu Yan instinctively reached out to tuck the sheet back in, but found that a small piece was missing.

Fu Yan paused slightly, straightened the sheets, and carefully glanced at Wenren Lei.

He reached out and grasped Wenren Lei's clenched fist, opened his hand, and took the piece of cloth that had been cut off.

Fu Yan brought the piece of cloth close to his nose and sniffed it: "Blood?"

He carefully put away the piece of cloth, then lowered his head and gently kissed Wenrenlei's forehead: "I understand."

The next morning, Wenren Lei was awakened by the sound of a whistle.

"Ouch, how did your neck get cut?" 0001 whispered.

Wenren Lei yawned and sat up in bed, asking without any guilt, "Did you get bitten by a mosquito?"

0001 carried the washbasin outside, saying, "In this weather, mosquitoes would be crazy to survive."

Wenren Lei rubbed her stomach, feeling empty and extremely hungry.

When it was finally time for breakfast, Wenren Lei grabbed Fu Yan's arm and waited for him to feed her.

Suddenly, 1030 at the next table went berserk. He slammed his spoon into his bowl of porridge, splashing it everywhere, and yelled, "Is this what you eat every day? Are you treating me like a pig?!"

The surrounding students all kept their heads down, curious but too afraid to look.

Only Wenren Lei, munching on chicken, glanced towards 1030 and asked, "Is he starving?"

Fu Yan reached out and turned his head back, whispering in his ear, "Eat yours."

"Oh." Wenren Lei quietly opened her mouth, her fingertips darting around on his thigh—one more piece.

Fu Yan secretly activated his spatial ability to feed Wenren Lei chicken, wondering if Liao Xingwei had really gone mad.

Although the group had a rough idea of ​​Liao Xingwei's connections last night and had secretly tested him with blood, they still believed he was connected to the government.

But if the manor and Qin Suihua are outwardly on good terms but inwardly at odds, and Liao Xingwei is so blatantly violating the rules, if he is really dragged into the workshop and becomes a raw material for brewing, then their plan will completely fall apart.

However, as long as Liao Xingwei is not dealt with for violating regulations today, the matter in District 6 can basically be confirmed.

Standing in front of the dining table, panting heavily, 1030 was equally uneasy.

He wasn't intentionally trying to cause trouble; it's just that when he woke up this morning, he found a line of text on his hand: "Try every possible way to leave the manor and try to break the rules."

He originally intended to turn a blind eye, as the consequences of violating the rules were unknown to the trainees, and no one wanted to touch them.

At that moment, two instructors named Cream entered the restaurant and dragged 1030 away.

Like an honest man throwing caution to the wind, 1030 jumped and struggled between the two instructors, shouting, "Did I say something wrong about you?! Try eating a couple of bites of this food yourselves!"

The sound of 1030 drifted further and further away until it disappeared completely.

Wenren Lei peeked quietly towards the door: "What a brave warrior!"

0001, standing to the side, spread alarmist rumors: "Don't follow my example, the consequences of breaking the rules are terrifying."

Wenren tearfully replied, "I'm not that kind of fool."

During morning training, a dusty off-road vehicle passed by the training ground, its wheels rolling over the snow as it slowly drove toward the dark iron gate.

The manor had never sent any trainees away before, and everyone on the training ground couldn't help but look on with surprise.

Instructor Cream said in a flat tone, "Trainee 1030 has performed excellently in the comprehensive assessment and is allowed to graduate early and leave the manor."

Fu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Liao Xingwei wouldn't have to turn into red wine.

More importantly, there are indeed problems in District 6.

As the car drove past the track, Wenrenlei inexplicably raised her head.

The car window rolled down a crack, and 1030's gaze passed over him, landing on the ground, where he gave a very slight nod.

"Is he flirting with me?" Wenren Lei nudged Fu Yan.

Fu Yan said helplessly, "I don't think so."

"That's him trying to express his feelings to you," Wenren Lei said seriously.

Fu Yan immediately distanced himself: "I misread it, I was definitely sending it to you."