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I threw away the cigarette butt, wiped the blood off my feet with the back of Zhao Hanting's head, and sighed from the bottom of my heart.

“I didn’t expect that fighting violence with violence could be such a pleasant thing.”

After saying that, I ignored Zhao Hanting, turned around and walked towards the door, slowly pushing open the wooden door dyed red.

Outside the wooden house, Zhu Yuan had already called Weekend. Both of them looked worried, but the moment they saw me, they instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

Without waiting for Weekend to say anything, I threw the gun to him and said.

"The room is a little dirty, go clean it up."

Chapter 30: Trial

Violence is indeed addictive, but when you clean up the scene, you feel disgusted.

There were more than thirty people in the wooden house, and only the one named Zhao Hanting was still alive. The rest were broken limbs and body parts all over the ground, disgusting pieces of flesh stuck on the walls, and white brain matter falling into the blood.

Following my instructions, Weekend and Zhu Yuan called everyone in the base together and made the most of their talents by having them all visit the site.

As people walked out of the wooden house one after another, they all had pale faces and unsteady steps, and they unconsciously turned their eyes to me standing at the door.

Amid everyone's horrified gazes, I, covered in blood, unconsciously turned my head away to avoid their sight.

There was fear, dread, and an uneasiness in those eyes that made them want to stay away.

I don't like this kind of look, it makes me feel like an alien.

Zhao Hanting was tied up and kneeling at the door. His body was shaking as if he had lost his soul. His face was pale and he didn't say a word.

Perhaps he could not realize that his own life was more important than he thought.

The restoration of order requires a signal and a case witnessed with one’s own eyes.

And Zhao Hanting's life was saved because of this.

After a while, I couldn't stand the strange looks from those people anymore, so I took the initiative to leave this place. While walking, I took off my coat, held it in my hand, shook it a few times, and then threw it on the ground, leaving a bloodstain.

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face. I pinched my nose and looked at it for a long time, but I could only throw the coat on the side of the road.

It was at this time that Weekend approached me quickly from behind, and when he came to my side, he lowered his voice and asked me.

"Boss, what should we do with Zhao Hanting?"

I don’t know if it was influenced by Zhu Yuan, but Weekend’s way of addressing me changed from Mr. Su to Boss.

I patted my pants to get rid of the meat scraps stuck on them and said nonchalantly.

"Have you heard the story of Shang Yang's reform?"

Weekend paused slightly, then adjusted his glasses with his fingers and nodded slightly.

“Of course this one has stopped.”

I glanced at Weekend. After a night's rest, Weekend still looked very tired. Thinking of this, my tone softened a lot and I spoke slowly.

"It's good to have heard it before. There is nothing new in the world."

“If we want to restore order, the first step is to make people respect order again.”

"Order must be something that is orderly and convincing, while also making others understand the cost of disrupting order."

"Arrange a trial for Zhao Hanting. You will preside over it and you will set the time."

After thinking for a moment, Weekend suddenly realized something. There was an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes. He suddenly became full of heroic spirit, patted his chest with his hand, and said with great confidence.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Seeing this, I smiled knowingly, wiped my face with my hand, and said with a smile.

"You need to find a few more helpers. One person can't support this stronghold."

"I think Zhu Yuan is pretty good. Although he's a bit stubborn, at least he's not a bad person."

Weekend nodded repeatedly, but then he reacted, frowned, and asked me tentatively.

"Boss...why does it sound like you're leaving again?"

I shrugged slightly, spread my hands, and said helplessly.

"I can't help it. Things keep coming one after another. I can't even rest if I want to."

It's time to explore the map left by Song Ji carefully. The secrets hidden there may be able to help me.

Weekend looked uneasy. He still did not have the confidence to manage the entire base. He was hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Seeing this, I reached out and patted his shoulder, leaving the blood on my palm on his clothes, and whispered to him to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I won't leave for a few days."

"And what happened today is enough to intimidate other restless people. You should gather people quickly in the next few days and don't be a lone commander."

"I'm not cut out to be a leader. I prefer living alone to living here."

Hearing this, the anxiety he felt over the weekend eased. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and smiled guiltily.

"Boss, am I a burden to you?"

Without any hesitation, I gave a positive answer to the weekend.

"Yes, that's true."

When Weekend heard this, his face froze and he lowered his head in shame, not knowing what to do. At this time, I continued to speak.

“No matter how smart a person is, they have to learn from scratch when they first use chopsticks.”

"take it easy."

I am not good at comforting others. Tongtong should understand this well. The way I comfort her is very similar to the way I used to comfort a cat.

Pat her head and gently tickle her chin to make her laugh.

And every time, Tongtong would be like the silly cat I once raised, narrowing her eyes into a crescent shape, falling into my arms, laughing and rolling around.

The only difference is that Tongtong doesn’t let me rub her belly.

I was slightly absent-minded, my thoughts drifting far away, immersed in those past memories, but it felt like there was a gap in my heart that could not be filled.

I don't know why, but those memories seem so distant now, and just thinking back on them makes me feel sad.

It was like one summer, listening to the cicadas chirping outside the house, and suddenly realizing that I could never go back to that carefree childhood.

After a while, Weekend called me several times and I came to my senses. But at this time, I no longer had the intention to continue talking.

I smiled at Weekend apologetically and whispered.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired."

"The rest can only be left to you."

The weekend was a little strange. He might have seen my depression from my expression, but he didn't say much. Instead, he replied with a smile.

"Well, leave the rest to me."

"Boss, just take a good rest."

I nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left, dragging my bloodstained clothes, slowly walking towards the room where I lived.

Do I have to wait another nine years before I can see Tongtong again?

Be it Tongtong, me, or this gamble, it's really too long.

As a human being, I have lived long enough. If possible, dying in this reincarnation might be a good destination.

Perhaps, from the beginning, I shouldn't have been alive.

As if it was a predetermined fate, he lay on the hospital bed, getting weaker day by day, and lost consciousness one morning. He died amid the crying of his loved ones.

That's good. That's good.

This life is too long and has exhausted me. I am fed up with this endless cycle and have seen enough of other people's separation and death.

If this time, I still have no way to change the ending.

Then...giving up one's human identity and living with Tongtong might be a good choice.

Chapter 31 It

The matter of the Corpse God Cult's stronghold went much more smoothly than I had imagined. After dealing with Zhao Hanting's small gang, something happened over the weekend that surprised me a little.

He launched a purge against the remaining members of the Corpse God Cult, but to call it a purge is a bit of an exaggeration. He simply used my deterrent power in the Corpse God Cult to drive out all the small gangs he knew about.

In this apocalyptic world where zombies are everywhere, without the protection of their stronghold, one can imagine what will happen to them.

This purge did not cause any panic, and Weekend still left some wiggle room. He only drove out the most notorious person who had made a big mistake in this stronghold.

Those people had done many heinous things under the command of the Corpse God Cult's leader, including murder, rape, and beating people to disability over a disagreement.

So, when the purge list was announced over the weekend, the people in the Corpse God Cult stronghold not only did not object, but instead regained some of their spirits. Even if some people were dissatisfied, they had to hide their thoughts when the majority of people supported them.

However, Weekend is still not cruel enough. In my opinion, the best way is to kill those people on the spot.

So, on the day of expelling those people, I left the base early, saying that I was going to find some more supplies. Then I hid the car and hid in the dark with a knife.

After those people were expelled from the Corpse God Cult's stronghold, most of them wanted to go back. After trying in vain, they could only move eastward.

There was a dilapidated village in the east where they could stay temporarily, so on the way to the village, they met me who had been waiting for a long time.

I killed them all, leaving no one alive.

This is what the crazy Liu Yong taught me. Cut the grass at its roots. Otherwise, even if only one person survives, it may bring about a disaster in the future.

But to Liu Yong, I am that disaster.

You know, there is a special advantage of killing people in the apocalypse, that is, there is no need to deal with the corpses. The zombies will not waste a single bit of blood and flesh, and all the corpses will be eaten cleanly.

As for the bones, there were also wild dogs on the roadside who helped clean them up.

A few days later, the trial of Zhao Hanting began on the weekend. That day, I did not go to the scene, but just sat on the roof, watching the dense crowd shouting and cursing at Zhao Hanting on the stage.

I was far away from there and couldn't hear what they were cursing, but the trial was made very ceremonial due to the weekend and the process was a bit slow.

Someone once said that life needs a sense of ritual.

Although this sentence later became a joke, sometimes people really need a sense of ritual.

Through these cumbersome rituals and repeated confirmation, people can gain satisfaction, a sense of security, and build up a morbid sense of moral superiority through self-deception.

What would people think when they saw Zhao Hanting on the stage, who looked like a dead dog? Would they hate him or be glad that he was not the one on the stage?

I am not a smart person and I don't want to know the answer to this question. I just understand that no matter whether they are hypocritical or sincere, these people can rediscover the existence of order from this trial full of ritual sense.

We are all animals who are good at deceiving ourselves. No matter what we have done in the past, as long as tomorrow is still there, everything will be in time.

Choose good or evil, chaos or order.

I don't dare to ask for too much, I just hope that they can live like human beings, or at least stop doing cannibalistic things.

After the trial ceremony, Weekend successfully established his prestige among these people. He began to recruit the people he needed with Zhu Yuan to maintain the re-emerged order.

I stayed in the Corpse God Cult's stronghold for another half a month. During this half month, I did not participate in any decision-making of this stronghold. I just acted like a useful tool, delivering food and various seeds to the stronghold.

In addition, in my spare time, I would accompany my young Zi Su, sit on a high place, and read the fairy tale to her, never getting tired of it.

This was a signal, telling Weekend and everyone in the base that this little girl had a close relationship with me, and to offend Zi Su was to offend me.

In this way, even if I leave this stronghold for a long time, no one will dare to act rashly against Zi Su.

Yes, I am preparing for the weekend.

I have seen many stronghold rulers, and not all of them are dictatorial bastards from the beginning. Many of them also had good visions at the beginning.

However, in this world of scarce supplies and filled with zombies, their ambitions were worn away by day-to-day hard work and finally slid into the abyss.

Falling is always the easiest thing.

I don’t know what kind of person I will become after the weekend, but I think it’s better not to develop any deep feelings with him.

Otherwise, when he becomes the new dictator in the future, it might be embarrassing for me to kill him.

After staying in the Corpse God Cult for half a month, I had done everything I could, and it was time to go and see the surprise Song Ji left for me.

I didn't notify anyone, but drove my newly acquired car early one morning along the river.

The road was not flat, and the muddy dirt road also limited my speed. Moreover, the existing route was not a straight line. I drove the car around and around for a long time without stopping, and finally returned to the Muwu Forest.