Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

Cheng Jingyi also inspected the windows inside the house. The panes of glass on the windows had long been smashed into pieces, leaving only the small frames around the edges of the windows.

Cheng Jingyi scanned the area; the passageway below was empty, dark and gloomy, and she couldn't see anyone else.

A small bell was still hanging from the thin string that Shen Yisui had placed at the door. Cheng Jingyi looked down at it for a moment, then moved the string and tied it to Shen Yisui's door.

Besides the cold wind blowing in from outside that can make the bells ring, the footsteps of outsiders can also have the same effect.

Cheng Jingyi squatted in front of Shen Yisui's door. He had finished hanging the thin thread but hadn't left yet. He just pressed his left cheek against the door and listened carefully to the sounds inside.

There was no sound coming from inside the room.

Cheng Jingyi waited for nearly ten more minutes until his thighs started to ache before he quietly pushed open the door.

The old door creaked when touched, and Cheng Jingyi controlled the force to minimize the rusty sounds.

A crack appeared in the doorway. Cheng Jingyi peered through the crack and could only vaguely make out the figure of a person curled up on the bed.

Shen Yisui seemed to be asleep.

Cheng Jingyi peered through the crack in the door for a while before pushing it open and quietly walking inside.

Shen Yi always slept in the same position, without moving at all. But now, with a hole in his chest and a gun barrel gleaming on his forehead, he had no breath and no heartbeat, lying quietly like a corpse.

Cheng Jingyi slowly walked to Shen Yisui's side. He stood in front of the bed, lowered his eyes, and pressed his finger on the edge of the gun barrel on Shen Yisui's forehead.

Shen Yisui seemed to feel pain. He curled up on his side on the bed, turned his head and frowned.

Cheng Jingyi withdrew his finger at the sight, his gaze flashing over the bowl of dirty water on Shen Yisui's bedside before he silently sat down beside Shen Yisui.

Shen Yisui only felt the mattress sink in, but he remained still in the same position. In the darkness, he felt Cheng Jingyi take his hand and place it to his lips.

Shen Yisui: "..."

His fingertips trembled for a moment, but he still didn't move.

The beam of light from the flashlight was aimed directly at Shen Yisui's cheek. Cheng Jingyi stared at the light and slowly placed Shen Yisui's fingers between his upper and lower teeth.

Shen Yisui's face was deathly pale. Cheng Jingyi watched his expression and deliberately bit the tender part of his finger with the tip of her teeth.

Shen Yisui did not react.

His face was expressionless, and his expression remained unchanged even when he slept, rarely showing any unusual changes.

Cheng Jingyi watched for a while, then took his finger out from between his lips and teeth.

Shen Yisui felt a sticky residue on his fingertips. He silently wiped the liquid off his skin with the sheet, his nerves on edge, watching Cheng Jingyi's next move.

Cheng Jingyi suddenly stopped moving. Shen Yisui heard several cracking sounds in the air, followed by a warm current rising in his chest.

The energy lingering in the air hadn't completely dissipated, and Shen Yi easily sensed the direction of its flow. The energy within the zombie crystal cores could be absorbed by them, enhancing their abilities and accelerating wound healing.

Shen Yisui could distinguish the level and size of the crystal cores by their energy levels. The energy in these crystal cores quickly repaired damaged cells as soon as it entered his body, presumably because Cheng Jingyi had dug it out of the brains of some high-level zombies.

The clicking sound rang out seven or eight times in succession. Shen Yisui felt a burning sensation on his forehead as he felt the flesh inside regenerating. In no time, the blood hole caused by the gunshot was repaired.

The hole in his chest was much more serious than the one on his forehead, and at the same time, the energy he needed was constantly doubling.

Cheng Jingyi only had less than ten high-level zombie cores. If she wanted to patch up the hole in Shen Yisui's chest, it would probably take a lot of effort.

"You idiot, you've been beaten like this." Cheng Jingyi bit Shen Yisui's lip. His movements were always rough, and although he controlled his strength this time, he still bit Shen Yisui's lip until it bled.

Shen Yisui clenched his fingertips in the bedding, his eyelashes trembled slightly, but he ultimately did not open his eyes.

Cheng Jingyi seemed to be simply venting his anger. He didn't want to wake Shen Yisui, so he just tormented his lips for a while before sitting up again.

Under the bed was the freshly opened trash bag, untied and lying askew, some of its contents spilling out.

Cheng Jingyi bent down and picked up a bag of bread. He glanced at Shen Yisui, then stuffed everything into his pocket without any hesitation.

The door creaked open, and the footsteps faded into the distance. Only a faint smell of smoke lingered in the air, hinting at something that had just happened.

Shen Yisui's body stiffened. He remained silent for a long time before covering his lips with his palm.

He deliberately left the door open for Cheng Jingyi, who walked in without any surprise.

Shen Yi originally only wanted to test his ability to control his desires, but he didn't expect to have an unexpected gain.

Cheng Jingyi did not suffer from amnesia.

Everything before... was a disguise.

Why? What does he want to do?

Why did Shen Yisui leave the zombie stronghold and come to this place after his death?

That day, his younger brother came to visit him, and Cheng Jingyi also took all his time to be with him. He had no reason to leave Shen Heng and waste his time on Shen Yisui.

It has always been this way. In Cheng Jingyi's eyes, Shen Yisui is far less important than Shen Heng.

One is a caged bird, the other is her long-lost younger brother. Cheng Jingyi will naturally have to choose.

Shen Yisui frowned, lowered his hand, and covered the large hole in his chest with his palm.

Shen Heng had always been a bad figure in his mind. All he could recall about Shen Heng were the chaotic memories of his time in the orphanage.

"Shh...don't play with him. His dad's a murderer, and he's killed people too. He killed his mom...I heard his mom used to beat him a lot, and he couldn't take it anymore..."

"Shen Heng, you're talking nonsense again! Be careful, the dean will punish you if he finds out!"

"It was Shen Yisui all along... Let's go, let's not play with him anymore..."

Shen Yi opened his eyes. His palm was on his chest, and as always, he could not feel the heart beating under his palm.

Do they often bully you?

"No."

“I saw it, they were throwing stones at you.”

"This has nothing to do with you."

"You... never mind, here's a glass of milk for you. I see you haven't eaten for days. Shen Heng just talks a nasty game, don't take it to heart."

"……Um."

"My name is Shen Yisui. What's your name?"

"I……"

Shen Yisui stared upwards with his gray pupils, clutching his clothes tightly at his chest as if trying to pierce the dark air and shatter it into pieces.

What is his name?

Shen Yisui dug his fingers into the cracked flesh on his chest, and with his fingertips he felt inside, he dug out a chip from inside his long-stopped heart.

Fortunately, his body was already dead, so although the procedure was painful, it wouldn't cause him to lose consciousness.

The blood-stained chip landed in Shen Yisui's palm. Shen Yisui slowly sensed the patterns on it, then threw it out the window.

The creature, barely clinging to life, was dozing by the window when it was suddenly hit on the head. It jumped up in mid-air, shouting, "Shen Yisui, don't litter! You hit me!"

Shen Yisui was surprised to find that the cowardly survivor was still around. He apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Hmph!" The creature turned its body away in annoyance. Knowing that Shen Yisui's situation was special, it ultimately didn't bother to argue with him.

"Go to bed early, then get up and read. Seriously, you're the worst host I've ever mentored!"

Shen Yisui: "...You said before that I was the most diligent."

To live a life of ignominy: "?"

“Do these two conflict?”

Shen Yisui wrapped himself in the blanket and didn't say anything more.

Kuqie suddenly realized that he might have hurt Shen Yisui's self-esteem. After all, Shen Yisui was physically disabled, and it was indeed a bit unreasonable to demand that he meet the previous standards.

"Ugh."

With a sigh of resignation, it flipped over the data board, intending to comfort Shen Yisui.

Name: Shen Yisui.

Current rebirth progress: 0%

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

It angrily put away the data board and turned its back to Shen Yisui to set up the mechanical bed.

*

Shen Yisui still had a headache when she woke up the next day.

He pushed open the door and stepped outside, and just as he took two steps forward, he heard a clicking sound coming from the sofa.

Shen Yi paused, walked over, and asked, "What are you eating?"

Cheng Jingyi lifted her eyelids and glanced at him: "Potato chips."

"Where did they come from?" Shen Yisui recalled yesterday, but didn't remember them finding potato chips at the supermarket.

Cheng Jingyi replied casually, "I found it somewhere else; it's mine."

He would deliberately emphasize ownership of items after every sentence, which was an instinct of low-level zombies. But the more Cheng Jingyi emphasized it, the more it seemed deliberate.

Shen Yi lowered his eyes: "You went out last night?"

Cheng Jingyi continued chewing potato chips.

Shen Yisui knew he was going to pretend he couldn't hear. Listening to the sounds in the room, he reached out his hand to Cheng Jingyi: "I want to eat."

Cheng Jingyi: "..."

“This is mine,” Cheng Jingyi repeated.

“I know.” Shen Yisui stood in front of him. “I want to eat, share with me.”

Cheng Jingyi stared at Shen Yisui for a few seconds. In the midst of their silence, Cheng Jingyi hesitantly picked up a potato chip and placed it in Shen Yisui's palm.

"That's all." Cheng Jingyi put the potato chips away.

"How stingy." Shen Yisui crushed the potato chips in his hand with his teeth and said, "I have some snacks in my drawer. If you want some, you can come to my room and get them."

Cheng Jingyi paused, looked up at Shen Yisui, and asked, "...Really?"

"Of course." Shen Yi walked towards the bathroom. "After all, I never eat alone. You... you wouldn't secretly eat behind my back, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jingyi touched the tip of his nose. He watched Shen Yisui walk into the bathroom and gave a nonchalant "hmm".

Shen Yisui didn't ask any more questions. Even if he didn't share with Cheng Jingyi, Cheng Jingyi would still steal from his bag. Rather than that, he might as well give him a little treat.

He also wanted to see how Cheng Jingyi would react.

Cheng Jingyi remained on the sofa, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the glass tabletop. After Shen Yisui came out, he shifted his gaze to that spot.

“Let’s not go out for the next couple of days and see if there are any other people around.” Shen Yi walked to Cheng Jingyi’s side and said, “This food is enough to last us for three days, so be careful with it.”

Cheng Jingyi remained silent. He watched as Shen Yisui walked past him, then suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Move."

Shen Yisui paused in his steps: "What?"

"Let's move," Cheng Jingyi said. "I don't want to live here; it smells bad."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yisui couldn't help but think of the strange phenomena he had sensed earlier. He opened his eyes and asked, "Are you moving today?"

"Okay." Cheng Jingyi nodded. "I don't want to stay here."

"There are a lot of zombies outside, it's dangerous if we can't find a place to stay." Shen Yisui sat down next to Cheng Jingyi. "Have you found a place?"

Cheng Jingyi's spatial perception ability is much easier to use than other superpowers. His mental waves cover the entire unfinished building area, making it easy for him to find another vacant house.

“I know where it is,” Cheng Jingyi said calmly. “You’ll come with me.”

Shen Yisui had no objections. He said, "Okay, I'll leave after I've packed up."

"There's one more thing." Cheng Jingyi suddenly pulled Shen Yisui again. Shen Yisui turned his head and felt Cheng Jingyi stuff something into his hand.

"I found you a new pair of pants, give me back my old ones."

Shen Yisui frowned. He ran his fingertips over the surface of the cotton pants in his hand for a moment, feeling that the cotton inside was soft and that it was a rare and useful garment in the apocalypse.

Shen Yisui's tone was somewhat ambiguous: "These cotton pants aren't torn, why aren't you wearing them?"

“I’m not afraid of the cold.” Cheng Jingyi’s gaze flashed over the bright red cotton pants in his hand. His tone remained the same as before, and he continued to discuss with Shen Yisui in a good-natured manner, “I bit your pants and I already know I was wrong. Consider these new pants as my apology to you.”

Shen Yisui was quite suspicious. He couldn't see the situation, but he checked the cotton pants over and over with his hands. Apart from the slightly rough stitching, the cotton pants were in good condition. In fact, the lining was even a little thicker than the previous pants. There was nothing wrong with them.

"Should we exchange them or not?" Cheng Jingyi smiled. Seeing Shen Yisui still hesitating while holding the cotton-padded trousers, he narrowed his eyes and tried to pull the trousers back.

"I won't exchange it, I'll wear it myself."

Shen Yisui didn't lessen his grip. He pulled the cotton pants over and frowned, saying, "When did I say I wasn't going to change them? Don't try to provoke me."

Cheng Jingyi snorted and decisively let go, lying back down on the sofa.

He probably wouldn't be able to figure anything out either.

Shen Yisui was still checking the details of the cotton trousers. After all, he had never studied clothing materials before, and he was still pondering the reason behind it.

"Living a life of ignominy, are there any problems with these cotton-padded trousers?" Shen Yisui didn't find any problems, so he simply asked the ignominy guy who was slacking off on the side.

Hovering in the air, it heard this and landed in front of Shen Yisui, carefully inspecting the cotton trousers.