[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

What bad intentions could Yidianhong have? He just wanted to accumulate some points.

It's really embarrassing. I turned on the live broadcast and looked around. 50% of the brothers and sisters who came in together have already completed the game, and those who haven't completed the game have basically seen the dawn of completing the task. Only I, let alone completing the task, haven't even earned a single point!

It would be fine if the whole team had zero points, but the fact is, Wuqing's team won the city championship and got three thousand points, Gong Jiu did well in two mock exams and got two thousand eight points...even a lunatic got two thousand eight. Yidianhong has always been arrogant and could not stand this insult. Anyway, he is free now, so he might as well work hard and surprise everyone when he returns!

Fantasy is beautiful, but the result is cruel. Ni Yan, a top student with the highest score in the college entrance examination in Tongcheng, has tutored countless noobs, but she was still almost fainted by Yidianhong's weak math skills.

"You shouldn't have come to me." Ni Yan leaned back in her chair and slowly calmed down. Her eyes slowly changed from anger to resentment, and then from resentment to sympathy: "I can't believe that in this day and age, there are still people who dropped out of school at a young age... You must have had a hard time when you were a kid, right?"

Yi Dianhong threw down his pen in silence. This sympathetic look deeply hurt his self-esteem.

No more studying, go get to work!
Chiba Island is not big, but it is home to thousands of people. When the zombie outbreak occurred, it was the peak tourist season. However, when they landed, there were no living people on this once prosperous and beautiful island.

Of course, it would take more than a day or two to kill this number of zombies. Gong Jiu and Yi Dianhong, one a master of kendo and the other a professional killer, combined with the ruthless humanoid machine gun, the three of them killed from the afternoon until dark and only cleared out the hotel and the surrounding streets and shops.

Even a five-star hotel would be difficult to live in after being covered in dust for nearly a year. After getting enough sleep for a night, several people got up early and started cleaning in this drizzling weather.

The presidential suite on the top floor is luxuriously decorated and quite tiring to clean. Fortunately, the hotel's water supply system is still usable, which allows their cleaning activities to proceed smoothly.

Even more fortunately, when Zhou Shuai was sweeping the dust, he found a generator hidden in the warehouse of the top-floor suite. He was so excited that he danced with joy and called everyone to watch. He said that if such a large engine was running, it would be enough to supply electricity to the entire hotel.

Diesel fuel is also in no shortage, with a gas station just half a block away from the hotel.

Gong Jiu was very interested in electricity. Although he didn't know much about modern things, he at least knew that there was such a thing as a "washing machine". He had never been so eager to own a washing machine!

Who would believe it? He was the prince of Taiping, and had lived a life of luxury for half his life, but now he was washing sheets on a deserted island. He washed the sheets and quilt covers, and even washed himself.

"How?" he asked.

Zhou Shuai blinked blankly: "I don't know either. I'm just a barber. I can clean the place, but I don't know how to do this." He looked at Ni Yan: "Can you do it?"

As the most educated person in the small team, Ni Yan was too embarrassed to say that she didn't know how to do it. She fiddled with it for a long time and glanced at the fuel tank, which was full. A large bunch of wires of the diesel generator were spread on the ground and connected to the control box. She pressed all the buttons she could, and then the motor began to hum, red and green lights lit up one by one, and the pointer of the electric meter on the control box began to swing left to right.

Zhang Tingting ran back to the room quickly, and then ran back quickly, holding the mobile phone in one hand and the charging cable in the other. Zhou Shuai turned the power on and off, and even Wuqing stared at the light on the ceiling.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, the generator just kept making noises for a long time, but nothing happened.

Ni Yan tapped and turned the generator seven or eight times before finally making a diagnosis: "It may have been unused for too long. We need to burn some oil first and turn on the switch. Maybe it will power on in a while."

Gong Jiu said: "How long do we have to wait?"

Ni Yan said awkwardly: "I don't know."

Zhang Tingting crossed her arms and pouted, "What if the machine burns out? Even though you're the top scorer in science, you don't know everything."

Ni Yan's face flushed. She was so angry that she was about to grab the kid by the collar and give him a good argument, but Wuqing stopped her and said in a gentle voice, "We don't really need to use it anyway. What's the harm in waiting? Go back to work first."

Everyone dispersed, leaving only Yidianhong and Ni Yan to wipe the dust.

The windows on the top floor were all open, and a gentle breeze and drizzle blew in slowly, making the dim warehouse seem even more empty and quiet.

"It would be great if my dad was here." Ni Yan wrung out a rag and carefully wiped the dust off the generator. She stared at the pointer of the electric meter on the generator in a daze: "He is the best at this. I have a small generator at home. Whenever there is a power outage, my place always has a power outage. My house is the only one in the alley with lights on. My neighbors are so envious."

While sweeping the dust, Yidianhong couldn't help but ask, "Is your father more learned than you?"

"He's just like you, he didn't even graduate from elementary school, but he knows everything. He used to repair all the electrical appliances in our house. He's amazing. He would watch people repairing TVs at a scrapyard for a whole morning, and then he could fix it himself. He also used to collect old color TVs, repair them, and resell them, making over 300 yuan. When I was a kid, I watched him repairing TVs and I was amazed. I asked him to teach me, but he refused and told me to study hard and get into a good university to bring honor to him."

Yidianhong asked: "Is he still alive?"

Ni Yan smiled bitterly and shook her head: "He went out to decorate someone else's new house on the day of the accident and never came back. I couldn't get through to him on the phone."

The warehouse was large and there were many miscellaneous items, so it took a lot of time to sweep and mop it. While they worked, they chatted from time to time, but most of the time it was Ni Yan who was talking and Yidianhong who was listening.

"My mother died when I was very young. My father raised me alone. After my father passed away, I was left without a family. I don't know how I survived those days. I dreamed of him almost every day and woke up crying. Later on, I couldn't even cry. Every time I opened my eyes, I worried about what to eat and drink and how I could survive... Hey! You can't wipe that with a wet rag! Don't you know that water can conduct electricity?"

Yidianhong really didn't know, which made Ni Yan very curious: "You really never went to school? Not even for a day?"

"Ah."

"Why didn't your family send you to school? I don't think your family can afford to send you to school. You can learn martial arts, so your family must be rich. A random Taekwondo class would cost tens of thousands. Is martial arts a family tradition?"

Yidianhong wrung out the rag and was silent for a long time before saying, "I don't have a home. My sword skills and martial arts were taught by my master."

Ni Yan couldn't understand: "He taught you martial arts but didn't send you to school? He's so weird. By the way, what did you do before?"

Yidianhong suddenly smiled. In the dim warehouse, the smile looked eerie and cold: "I make a living by killing people."

Ni Yan widened her eyes and took a breath.

Yidianhong asked: "Afraid?"

Ni Yan shook her head, her eyes sparkling: "What's there to be afraid of? A killer, this profession is so cool! Have you ever seen a foreign movie called Léon: The Professional? I feel like you are quite similar to the male protagonist in the movie. It seems that people in your profession are all like this, looking cold, but actually very sensitive and soft-hearted, and very principled! For example, they don't kill children, and they will never betray their employers after receiving money." Yi Dian Hong wanted to laugh when she heard this: "Do you know any other killers?"

"I learned this from reading novels. I really like killers. The male protagonists in all the novels I've read are killers. They are all the kind of people who are taciturn, gloomy, and murderous. They are the kind that make people scared at first sight!"

Yi Dian Hong sneered: "Your taste is very special."

Ni Yan's face turned red again. She leaned against the window with her back to Yidianhong, looking at the rain curtain pressing down heavily like a blue velvet cloth: "Actually...well, I really wanted to follow those people to Chongdao, but I..." She paused, covered her mouth and took a breath.

"Look, there are so many lights on the shore! One, two, three... That's a convoy!"

……

In the evening, the convoy stopped on the shore of Chiba Island.

In the north, the rain in early summer always brings about the cold of late spring. Lin Xiaqing sneezed four times in a row, looking at the rain outside the window getting heavier and heavier, his eyes wide open.

"I don't think you're going to tell me that this is Chongdao, right?" Shen Bijun said.

There were large numbers of zombie corpses lying all around, and the smell and blood they left behind were very fresh, and it looked like they were no more than two days old. This meant that the island ahead had just been landed on not long ago, and it didn't look like there had been a military garrison there all along.

Lin Xiaqing stammered, "Well, I haven't been home for several years, and I used to have a navigation system. I just thought this road looked familiar..."

Shen Bijun opened the car window, looked at the green hills in the distance, and said thoughtfully: "It looks familiar to me too."

Lin Xiaqing was delighted: "You have been here before, when?"

Shen Bijun said: "The day before yesterday."

Guan Minghui's voice came from the intercom hanging on his chest: "It's Tongshi, we're back!"

"Haha, I told you, I won't go the wrong way!" Lin Xiaqing slapped his thigh and pointed to the highway next to him: "It's this road. We took it two years ago. Drive along the highway, it's... that one..."

"City C, we drove over from that road." Xiao Wu took the intercom and said in a tone full of negativity: "How about not going to Chong Island? We can't find the way anyway."

"I'm only concerned about one question now. Where are we going to stay tonight?"

"Live on an island?"

"There is no boat."

"How about we go back to that villa in the suburbs?"

"It's too far. If we drive from here, we'll arrive at the destination in the middle of the night."

Shen Bijun pressed her forehead and said, "We'll sleep in the car tonight. Choose two more people to keep watch. We'll talk about it after tonight."

No one objected, but when Xiao Wu was distributing dinner, he quietly reported a piece of bad news to Shen Bijun: "The food on the train is almost finished, and what we are distributing now is almost the last meal."

Shen Bijun went to take a look and saw that there was only one bag of rice and noodles left. The bread and sausages had just been distributed, and the instant noodles had been eaten up yesterday morning. Now the only snacks left in the car were chocolate, milk candy, and potato chips. One bag was not enough for each person.

Shen Bijun was just about to bang her head against the wall when Chu Liuxiang came over to ask how things were going, whether everyone had settled down, and whether there were any casualties.
He looked very tired, with bloodshot eyes, and it looked like life in the interstellar world was not easy either. What could Shen Bijun say? She could only lie to him and tell him that everything was fine, that everyone had arrived safely on the island, but that the deserted island still needed to be rebuilt, and that every day was very busy and fulfilling... When the call ended, Shen Bijun wanted to cry.

A white lie can't last long. If she still can't find Chongdao by the day after tomorrow at the latest, this small group will be completely destroyed. What should she do? Go back to Uncle Qing? Find a boat tomorrow and go to the island first? Or settle down in the suburbs now and then organize people to go to the city to replenish supplies?
A beam of flashlight pierced the darkness of the carriage. Shen Bijun squinted her eyes and subconsciously blocked it with her hand. Then the dazzling light moved to the ceiling and Lin Shiyin walked over.

"Why are you here? It's so hard for me to find you."

Shen Bijun smiled and said, "Think about something."

She sat between two piles of mineral water, her head buried in her knees. Lin Shiyin handed her a pack of chocolate wafers, and she shook her head: "You eat it, I'm not hungry."

Lin Shiyin knelt down in front of her, put her hand on her shoulder and patted her gently: "I know what you are worried about. I have a solution, but it's a bit risky."

"any solution?"

"Do you remember how Lijingyuan got electricity?"

Shen Bijun was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said in a shocked voice: "You mean... borrowing the power of ghosts?"

She couldn't help but be shocked. She had to admit that in terms of imagination, she was indeed not as good as her teammates.

At that time, Yue Lingshan was lying on the big bed in the ancient castle, actively relaying news for all parties in the interstellar empire. A pitch-black ghost with a long tongue stretched out was dancing beside her bed, trying to attract her attention.

At the same time, Yidianhong was paddling the rubber boat hard towards the shore.

The rubber boat was originally deflated, but this certainly did not pose a problem for the martial arts master. He could even blow up an inflatable mattress of two meters by three meters, so a rubber boat was naturally no problem for him.

...Just a little lack of oxygen.

(End of this chapter)