Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

“He can’t eat me yet.” Shen Yi leaned back in his chair, sensing the movement around him, and said, “He’s no longer a high-level zombie, his level… is still decreasing.”

The man, who was trying to survive, was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

"His consciousness is still hazy, and the special bullet in his body hasn't been removed. Under such multiple suppressions, his level naturally won't be very high."

After finishing his sentence, Shen Yisui continued, "Guess why he didn't fight back when I hit him? Was it because he didn't want to?"

To live a life of ignominy: "..."

The survivor vaguely sensed something was amiss, but there were no relevant cases stored in its system library. Then, after listening to Shen Yisui's analysis of the process, it suddenly seemed quite reasonable.

“Hmm…you’re right! That’s exactly it!” said the cowardly survivor. “But are you sure you can control him?”

Hearing the noise beside him, Shen Yisui saw that Cheng Jingyi had rummaged through the drawer and was still searching for food.

He lowered his eyelids silently and did not answer the question of merely clinging to life.

*

The room was quite well-furnished. Although it was smaller than the previous room, it had two bedrooms and a living room, providing enough space for both of them.

Shen Yisui deliberately went to the bathroom and searched around. The things inside hadn't been used for a long time and were already rotten and rusty. The shower head had fallen to the side of the bathroom glass door. Shen Yisui picked it up and held it in his hand. He tried to use it, but not a single drop of water came out.

This was to be expected. Shen Yisui didn't linger any longer. He walked to the sink next to him and turned on the tap.

After turning the handle, the entire faucet emitted a hissing, murky sound. Shen Yisui stood by and waited. After about a minute or two, a large amount of sewage suddenly gushed out.

Shen Yisui easily smelled the foul odor in the flowing water. This water was connected to some unknown place, and the old pipes had long been blocked. The water flowing out now was almost the same sewage as that in the sewers, and it was completely undrinkable.

Shen Yisui took the only plastic bowl left in the kitchen, filled it with sewage, and then carried it to the bedroom he had chosen.

The bedroom was filled with dust, and the bedding on the bed looked like it had been left there a long time ago. Shen Yi casually pressed his hand down and felt the rough texture of the quilt surface amidst the rising dust.

It's barely usable.

Shen Yisui didn't care too much. He pulled the blanket to his side and found a good angle to block the dirty water in the plastic bowl.

After doing everything, he took out the only can he had left in his pocket, tore open the tin can, and placed it on the small table next to him.

The smell emanating from the can was unpleasant, sour and pungent, yet clearly mixed with the distinctive aroma of meat.

Shen Yisui deliberately placed the canned goods near the edge of the small table, turning his body to the side to ensure that people outside could see the items he had placed on the table from the doorway.

Less than a minute later, he heard footsteps deliberately suppressed at the door.

Cheng Jingyi followed the scent and came over.

His actions this time were noticeably more cautious than before. Initially, his footsteps were undisguised, heavy, and easily identifiable.

However, after Shen Yisui was resurrected, Cheng Jingyi learned to adjust and suppress his emotions in just over ten minutes. Now, when Shen Yisui listens to the sounds at the door, he can hardly hear the sound of Shen Yisui stepping on the ground.

Cheng Jingyi was still observing. He stood silently at the door, gripping the doorknob, and looked suspiciously in the direction of Shen Yisui.

The newly opened can of meat clearly caught his attention. His gaze lingered on Shen Yisui, occasionally flickering before returning to the can of meat.

He seemed to be waiting for something, standing inside the doorway without taking another step forward.

Shen Yisui is blind and relies entirely on his hearing and sense of smell to perceive the outside world. Now that Cheng Jingyi has concealed his footsteps, he has no way of knowing Cheng Jingyi's current situation.

Cheng Jingyi narrowed his eyes, gripped the doorknob, and quietly took in Shen Yisui's every move.

Shen Yisui sat alone on the edge of the bed. He took a can of food and scooped out more than half of it with a spoon. Then, in front of Cheng Jingyi, he put all of it into his mouth.

Cheng Jingyi gripped the doorknob tighter and tighter, his face grim, and a dark look gradually building in his eyes.

Not only did he lie, but he also ate alone.

Shen Yisui was completely unaware of Cheng Jingyi's gaze. He sat on the edge of the bed and scooped out spoonful after spoonful of food. The can of food was almost empty.

He could smell Cheng Jingyi's scent.

Cheng Jingyi himself probably didn't know that he was always surrounded by a grassy scent mixed with the smell of smoke, like wild grass dying in the dead of winter, seemingly lifeless, yet unexpectedly growing strong.

Shen Yisui was deeply impressed by the first scent he smelled, and after several months of entanglement, Cheng Jingyi even transferred those scents onto Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui didn't care much. He originally didn't have any body fragrance, but he later borrowed the scent from Cheng Jingyi to intimidate the zombies, who would then wisely retreat upon smelling it.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes, moved the iron spoon in the can, and scooped out some more bits of meat.

Suddenly, several hissing sounds rang out from the side. Cheng Jingyi, as if issuing a warning, kept scratching at the surface of the wooden door with his fingernails, clearly unable to contain himself.

Shen Yisui didn't stop moving when he heard the sound. He was about to take another bite of the food in the iron spoon when a cold wind suddenly rushed to his face. A few seconds later, the can of food in his hand was snatched away by another force.

Shen Yisui was prepared. He grabbed Cheng Jingyi's wrist and pulled him to his side: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Jingyi sneered, then put his hands behind his back and hid the can behind his back: "Mine."

“This is what I found, it’s mine.” Seeing him try to back away, Shen Yi pulled him forcefully towards her. “Hand it over.”

"No." Cheng Jingyi stared at Shen Yisui and said, word by word, "It's mine, so I can eat it all. You're not allowed to eat it."

Shen Yisui: "..."

Cheng Jingyi let out a low, threatening sound. Shen Yisui remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I can give you all the food, but shouldn't you share with me? I was waiting for you, and I haven't finished eating yet."

“…Share?” Cheng Jingyi’s pupils were dark. He stared at Shen Yisui for a few seconds, then his eyes shifted slightly. “Okay.”

Shen Yisui didn't lessen his grip. He wasn't easily convinced by Cheng Jingyi, so he asked again, "Really?"

Cheng Jingyi's body stiffened. He paused for a moment, then reached out his left hand and took the canned food from his back and presented it to Shen Yisui.

He said slowly, "Here you go."

Shen Yisui no longer sensed any attack intent from Cheng Jingyi. He reached one hand into the blankets and slowly loosened his grip on Cheng Jingyi's wrist with the other.