[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

After all, Lin Shiyin was a lady from a wealthy family. Even if she was angry and wanted to curse, she didn't know many swear words, let alone say any dirty words.

She was really angry though.

"Since you are all fine, there is no need for me to go in. Let's just say goodbye." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.

The man immediately opened his arms and stopped her like an old hen protecting her chicks: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, look at the sky, it's getting late, isn't it? Where are you going to stay tonight with so many people? In the car? Or go to the village to spend the night? Why don't you stay here for a night? There is definitely enough space!"

The sun gradually sank, and the red clouds in the sky shone on his round little head. His hair was prickly and sticky, like a mango pit that had been eaten.

This was a young man with a shrewd and mercenary face. His eyes rolled around when he spoke, but he had a very sincere look on his face, which made it impossible to dislike him.

Seeing Lin Shiyin hesitate, he continued, "To be honest, if it was someone else who wanted to stay overnight, I wouldn't let them in! I invited you here because I think you're a nice person and have good skills. If you don't want to, forget it. I don't have to take the risk."

Lin Shiyin was somewhat tempted by this proposal, the kind of tempted feeling that made her consider that they might be bad people.

In the afternoon, the driver of the first car, Lao Sun, said that he was not familiar with the roads here. Once the car drove out of the city, they would most likely have to stay in the village, and then they would have to disperse, which was really unsafe.

She thought, "There are so many of us, how can we bother you for no reason? What is your name?"

The man smiled and said, "Excuse me, I don't have a car either. Well, my name is Huang Xiaomao. Let's talk first."

Lin Shiyin looked at the sun gradually sinking into the tall buildings and distant green mountains, put her hands in her pockets, and nodded, "Okay."

The heavy unit door creaked open, and Lin Shiyin followed him in. The door slammed shut, and voice-controlled lights came on in the dark corridor. Lin Shiyin was not used to this kind of electric light, and could not help but squint her eyes. When she opened them again, she could see clearly that there were three people standing behind the door, each of them carrying a weapon.

Huang Xiaomao was still very polite, and said with a smile: "The three of them are here to protect me, just in case there is a conflict or something. Excuse me, excuse me. Well, let me introduce you. This is Liu Cai, our Cai Ge, this is Feng Changchun, and this is Wang Haifeng. These three are the most powerful in our base, especially our Haifeng, the martial arts champion of our province! He is also a martial arts practitioner, how about you two make friends through martial arts later?"

As the introductions went on, Lin Shiyin looked at the three men one by one. They were all tall and strong, wearing tight T-shirts, with their muscular muscles almost sticking out of their clothes. This was especially true for Wang Haifeng. He was the shortest, but had the strongest arms, with tendons and blood vessels protruding from them, like a coiled live snake.

He was also the shyest. When the other two looked at her with astonishment and wide eyes, he was the only one who lowered his head slightly, and his rosy face seemed to have become a little darker.

Lin Shiyin greeted everyone implicitly, feeling a little nervous. She carefully estimated that if they suddenly turned against each other and started fighting, as long as they had no internal strength, she would be able to gain the upper hand. She was just afraid that they would play dirty tricks.

Huang Xiaomao scratched his head and said, "It's so late, you haven't eaten yet, it's almost time for dinner, let's go upstairs and eat something first. If you have anything to say, we can talk slowly at the table."

"Um... Hey, look at me, it's been such a long time, and I still don't know your name?"

"My surname is Lin."

Huang Xiaomao walked in front and said as he walked, "Ah, Miss Lin, why don't you judge a person by his appearance? Miss Lin is so young, but she has great kung fu skills. Is it inherited from her family?"

The elevator climbed upwards, and the five people standing inside felt a little nervous. Lin Shiyin breathed lightly, held something in her coat pocket, and said in a relaxed manner, "Yes."

She didn't talk much, and the three strong men following Huang Xiaomao didn't talk much either. It was Huang Xiaomao who did all the talking, and he was always leading the way, acting like a completely hospitable host.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor.

The buildings here are much worse than those in Lijingyuan. The corridors are narrow and crowded, dull and old, with only one small window. The setting sun makes the walls dirty and dim.

There was a clothesline hanging next to the small window, with dripping clothes hanging on it, both men's and women's.

There were four households on the first floor. Huang Xiaomao walked straight to the room in the middle and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened and a young head poked out. He had narrow eyes and a weird mustache. When he saw Lin Shiyin, he almost drooled and opened the door all at once. He stood straight and asked excitedly, "Huangmao, is this the new member?" Then he wiped his hand on his pants and stretched it out to Lin Shiyin awkwardly, "Hello, my name is Qian Duoduo, I'm 22 years old, unmarried, and don't have a girlfriend, haha."

Lin Shiyin's hands were still in her pockets. She smiled faintly and said, "Hello, my last name is Lin."

"Don't be shy. Huang Mao actually let you in, so we are a family now. Come, shake hands, and I will take you to dinner later!"

Huang Xiaomao pushed him away: "Be more respectful, this is a friend online!"

When the young man named Qian Duoduo heard this, his eyes almost popped out of his head and he asked in disbelief, "She?"

"Okay, don't embarrass yourself. Where's the boss?"

Qian Duoduo said, "They are playing cards in the room!" Then he twisted his neck and shouted inside, "Uncle Qing, guests are coming!" Then he stepped back respectfully and made a frivolous "please" gesture. Huang Xiaomao also made a gesture of "please come in" on the other side, but more respectfully.

Lin Shiyin couldn't help but look at him again.

Although she has never been in the underworld, she knows that the so-called "online friends" is a veritable underworld jargon, meaning "local tyrants."

Do ordinary people understand the slang of the underworld?

Lin Shiyin walked in. The room was filled with smoke. There were three tables in the spacious living room. Several men in vests were standing and sitting. There were several cigarette butts on the floor, and poker cards and mahjong tiles on the tables that had not been put away in time.

These things made Lin Shiyin look a little nostalgic. When she was in Lijingyuan, her third brother and Sister Xiaobai would always gather a dozen people to play a few rounds. She and Shen Bijun were not interested in this thing. Chu Liuxiang always played, but he only won and never lost. Later, no one was willing to play with him.

The boss of this base was originally sitting on the sofa. When he saw Lin Shiyin coming in, he immediately stood up. Huang Xiaomao walked over and introduced: "This is our boss, Cai Yuanqing. We all call him Uncle Qing. When the zombies broke out, it was all thanks to Uncle Qing that we are still alive today."

Uncle Qing has already extended his hand with a smile: "Hello, Miss Lin, right? Where are you from?"

He was about fifty years old, a little bald, with a ruddy face covered with small pimples. He was slightly fat, wearing a colorful shirt and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrists. He had a very kind smile.

Lin Shiyin's eyes were indifferent, and she said politely, "I came from City C and passed by your place. I saw the distress notice you posted and was planning to come and help, but I never thought it was a misunderstanding."

She didn't shake hands, so Uncle Qing felt a little awkward with his empty hands. He had already passed a fruit plate to him. He took it and said, "Don't stand there. Please sit down. These are the new plums from the fruit trees in our backyard. Try them."

Lin Shiyin sat on the sofa.

"Ms. Lin is really kind and beautiful. It's not easy to get out of City C, it's the provincial capital. I went there once two years ago and there were quite a lot of people. To be honest with you, Miss Lin, I haven't left the city since the zombie outbreak began, and I don't know what it's like outside."

Lin Shiyin said, "It's almost the same." She glanced out the window casually. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, illuminating the room with a golden glow. She hesitated and said, "I have some companions. They have gone ahead and are probably waiting for me now."

"That's fine. That..." Uncle Qing glanced around and said, "Xiaocai, go with Haifeng and pick up Miss Lin's friends. Will our empty room be enough?"

Huang Xiaomao said hurriedly, "That's enough, that's enough. Unit 102 in the back is half empty. It's just that no one has lived there for too long. It's not very clean."

Uncle Qing said, "Call your wife, and see who is free, and ask a few more people to clean up quickly. Is the meal ready in the kitchen?"

"Just started, almost done."

Uncle Qing said, "We have guests today, so we should follow the old rules and cook a pig-killing dish and stew a few chickens."

Lin Shiyin said hurriedly: "There's no need to spend so much money. We should make some things clear first."

Uncle Qing stopped smiling and waved at Huang Xiaomao, motioning him to go down first. His friendly face also turned serious. "Ms. Lin is straightforward. I like straightforward people and smart people. Since you are speaking frankly, I will not hide anything. I will just say it directly. There are about 200 people here. Not to mention every day, there are cars passing by every week. Some come in groups, and some go solo. In the past six months, I have seen all kinds of people. I divide these people into three types, and there are three different ways to treat them."

Lin Shiyin asked: "Which three?"

"One is family, one is guests, and the other is enemies."

"Of course, I don't need to mention my family. Although I don't accept everyone here, as long as they are honest and can work, whether they are old, women or children, if they want to stay, I will give them a meal."

"As for the guests, they are usually people like Miss Lin, who bring 30, 50, or 100 to 200 people with them, looking for a safe place to live or to venture out. I serve good food and wine, and I entertain them warmly. Just treat it as making friends. If anyone is short of something or rich in something, we can exchange things with each other. If anyone thinks highly of me and is willing to stay, I would also welcome them very much."

"As for the enemies, they are probably those who are attracted by my wealth, or those who have bad intentions from the beginning. Needless to say, our hands are not without blood." Uncle Qing put on a smile again: "I wonder which type Miss Lin is?"

Lin Shiyin said: "I am the fourth type."

"The fourth one?"

Lin Shiyin said: "The fourth type is passers-by."

"My people will only stay here for one night and leave at dawn. We will provide our own food and water, so we don't need yours. Of course, if your people want to join us, I would also welcome them.
As a reward for staying overnight, I can tell you an important news before we leave."

(End of this chapter)