The Zombie I Flirted With After Losing My Memory, Who Was Pretending to be an Alpha, Is Actually My Ex - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Key

“Can I take you as my master?” As if terrified of a refusal, Feng Sisi’s words tumbled out in a non-stop stream. “Master! If you take me in, you can enter and exit all Feng family properties for free. Take me in and you can have whatever kind of little Omega you want! Of course, if you have a ‘Mistress’ in mind, as a legendary heartbreaker, I will surely safeguard your journey and escort you to success!”

Teng Xi gave two snorts: “Vulgar.”

In a world full of zombies, what the hell was the use of money?

Those two words choked back Feng Sisi’s prepared speech. The “vulgar” Feng Sisi realized that, aside from these vulgar things, she truly had nothing else. With a bitter face, she silently retreated to the back of the line.

Fortunately, the members of the team all had decent memories. After nearly finishing their tour of the underground garage “scenery,” clearing out all the zombies, and almost managing to draw a complete map of the place, they finally found the hidden stairwell entrance.

However, it was a stairwell with a tightly closed gate.

Before them was a rolling shutter door. The bottom was firmly secured to steel bars embedded in the ground by four or five heavy-duty anti-theft chains. Behind the shutter was a solid iron door.

Xie Jinbing swiped her keycard. With a beep, the iron door slowly slid open to both sides, but the outer rolling shutter remained physically locked.

“Dead Fox, do you have pliers in your bag? Hurry and open the door.” Feng Sisi poked Si Qinghan with her scabbard.

Looking at her bulging hiking pack, Si Qinghan thought back: “…I had them once. When we got separated, I used them as a weapon to bash zombies, and then I dropped them.”

Everyone stared at the large bag. It was packed to the brim, yet it seemed to have nothing they actually needed…

“Please enter the password.” A standard broadcaster’s voice came from inside the half-opened iron door. The group immediately shifted into defensive stances.

“Please enter the password.” After a five-second interval, the male voice spoke again.

This time, everyone saw the situation inside the door clearly.

Behind the door was indeed a flight of ascending stairs, but after only a few steps, it turned, and the path ahead was hidden.

There was also a man wearing blue-and-white striped hospital scrubs standing straight as a ramrod about a meter away from the iron door. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties; he had a shaved head due to balding and no stubble on his face. He seemed to have been well taken care of. Hanging from his right hand was a ring of keys.

The keys!

Everyone was overjoyed; it was truly like finding a pillow just as one was getting sleepy.

But this “pillow” didn’t seem to want to let them sleep peacefully.

“Please enter the password.” The man seemed capable of only this one sentence, acting exactly like a robot. After repeating it three times, his whole body relaxed. He stopped playing the cold robot and instead, clutching the ring of keys, hopped cheerfully over to a nearby sofa to curl up. He fiddled with the keys, occasionally sucking his thumb.

Teng Xi retracted her Miaodao, which she had half-extended, having missed the optimal window to hook the keys.

“Uncle, can you give us the keys? We aren’t bad people.” Feng Sisi put on an innocent face, leaning against the rolling shutter and trying to persuade him through the gaps.

The result was the man hugging the keys and huffing at Feng Sisi, twisting his body to the other side to stop looking at them.

Yao Zhi pressed a hand on Feng Sisi’s shoulder to stop her from further persuasion. Instead, she stood beside her, her voice gentle: “Little friend, can you give the keys to big sister? Big sister will bring you delicious candy.”

“Little friend? Where is he…” Feng Sisi looked at the man who was older than her own father, beginning to doubt if Yao Zhi had been pushed into a mental breakdown by the stress.

Yao Zhi shook her head at her, and Feng Sisi obediently shut her mouth.

Only Teng Xi observed closely. Although the man looked old, his posture and the thumb-sucking were clearly those of a child. She looked at Yao Zhi; their gazes met in mid-air before she quickly looked away.

“Little friend, sweet candy only requires that little thing in your hand for an exchange~” Yao Zhi smiled, painting a tempting picture for him.

Unexpectedly, this tactic worked. The man turned his head and looked at them hesitantly, opening his mouth: “Can—Candy?”

Yao Zhi’s expression fractured for a split second. Fact proved that mental patients were not necessarily fools.

Just as Teng Xi was about to resort to absolute brute force to deal with the iron chains, a greyish-white, bloodless hand reached out from beside her. Several pieces of candy wrapped in colorful paper appeared in Xie Jinbing’s hand.

They were even durian-flavored candies. Teng Xi subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Xie Jinbing, having pulled the candy from her pocket, still exuded an aura that warned strangers to stay away, but this dissipated the moment her hand touched the candy.

Did she prepare these for patients, or is she just a glutton herself? Teng Xi couldn’t help but wonder.

“Ah! Candy!”

The man didn’t have so many complex thoughts. Seeing the candy, he became very excited and jogged toward the rolling shutter to reach for it.

However, his fingertips didn’t even touch the wrapper. Xie Jinbing ruthlessly retracted her hand, her broken eyebrow furrowing, giving off an aggressive vibe.

The man had run over, but the keys were left behind on the sofa.

Yao Zhi continued to lure the “child”: “Little friend, you have to use your keys—that long thing you left on the sofa—to exchange for the candy. Only when the door opens can you get the candy, right? It’s really delicious~”

The expression on the man’s face shifted instantly. He became extremely solemn once more, standing straight a meter away from the iron door. The broadcaster’s voice projected from his mouth again: “Please enter the password.”

“What the hell? Why is he a robot again?” Teng Xi felt like spitting blood.

Beside her, Xie Jinbing reached out and slapped the rolling shutter. The clanging sound mixed with the once-again rising broadcaster’s voice.

Everyone watched her. They saw her pull both hands back to her chest from the door, then push forward together, separating them to the sides once her arms were straight.

Watching her movements, the group was completely baffled.

“Please enter the password.” The third broadcast ended, and the solemnity on the man’s face vanished instantly as he moved with cheerful steps back toward the sofa.

“Open the door?” Teng Xi tentatively recalled Xie Jinbing’s movements and spoke the three words.

The result was that before the man could even touch the corner of the sofa, he returned to his previous spot with a serious face and continued his voice broadcast: “Please enter the password.”

“Open the door?” Si Qinghan repeated the phrase. This time, there was no five-second gap; as soon as Si Qinghan finished speaking, a new round of voice broadcasting began.

“So what is the password?” Yao Zhi frowned. She understood the pattern of his broadcasting now, but what was the code?

“Wait a minute… do you hear something?” Teng Xi lowered her voice, pressing her index finger to her lips. The slight vibration of the ground gave her a bad premonition.

In the vast underground garage, the dim lights flickered. The damp smell of mold clung to everyone, refusing to dissipate. The man’s second voice broadcast soon echoed through the quiet basement.

“Awoooo—“

“A zombie horde!”