Salted Fish Transmigrated Into An Apocalyptic Book - Chapter 25-2

“Why do you ask this?”

“Curious.”

“I’m even more curious where you came from.”

She clearly remembered what he looked like on the day he appeared, covered in blood, but there were no wounds on his body.

At that time, the number of zombies was much larger than it is now. He walked alone in the city without any guarantee, and it was a miracle that he could survive.

Judging from his subsequent performance, it is difficult to believe that he is an ordinary person.

Lu Qiming touched his chin.

“In this way, I answer one question and you answer one question. To be fair, no one is allowed to lie.”

“Okay, you come first.”

“Why didn’t you first?”

“I can.” Jiang Miaomiao said coldly: “But you will not have breakfast tomorrow.”

Lu Qiming: “… okay, I’ll do it. I have been in the army, so I am better at it.”

She narrowed her eyes, “Staying means you left later? Is it a discharge from the army or something?”

He hummed twice, “Don’t play dumb, it’s your turn, why are you hoarding so many things?”

Jiang Miaomiao pursed her lips.

“How much do you owe?”

“More than one million.”

“Why do you owe so much money?”

Looking at her usual style, it doesn’t seem like she is pursuing a luxurious life.

She chuckled, “Because I am too lonely, I raise a man.”

“…Who are you lying to?”

“Believe it or not, someone like you.

It was worth five hundred yuan for me. “She looked at the man’s thin chin in the doorway, with a layer of light cyan stubble on his skin, “Now it’s your turn. Why did you leave the army?”

“Because……”

After he finished speaking these two words, there was no following. Jiang Miaomiao waited for a long time, only to hear snoring.

She yawned and was sleepy, ready to go back to her room.

Look at the person in the doorway. She changes her mind, moves the pillow and quilt over, and sleeps outside the door.

Jiang Meimu has initially been lying in her kennel. Still, it couldn’t stand the noise of the zombies, so it ran over, drilled under her arm, and lay comfortably in her arms.

After a night passed, after dawn, the first thing Jiang Miaomiao did was to go to the window to watch the zombies.

As soon as Lu Qiming woke up, he heard her say happily：

“The zombies have gone a lot.”

She didn’t have to worry about them coming in.

Lu Qiming nodded and stretched out his hand.

“I want to brush my teeth and wash my face.”

“…You don’t go out to meet people, so why do all of that?”

“Hey, even if I’m quarantined, I have human rights, okay? You can’t abuse me. I have to eat breakfast after brushing my teeth, and I have to change medicine after breakfast. By the way, you have to wash my clothes that I changed. It’s all sweaty. Don’t forget to water the bean sprouts.”

Jiang Miaomiao’s joy disappeared, and she went to work dejectedly.

She found that she was wrong. Lu Qiming didn’t turn back into a three old child but an annoying uncle.

Babies go to sleep when they are full and babble when hungry.

When she brought the lunch she had worked so hard to cook and was picked on by him, she couldn’t help saying sadly and indignantly:

“I quit!”

Lu Qiming was excited.

“Okay, open the door!”

He is willing to do all the work as long as he can get out.

Jiang Miaomiao holds the key and prepares to open the door.

Jiang Meimu rushed out and circled her calf.

In the blink of an eye, she calmed down.

“Can’t open it.”

Lu Qiming was disappointed, “Aren’t you tired of doing so much work alone?”

“Tired, but safe.”

Jiang Miaomiao picked up the meal he disliked, “it’s fine if you don’t eat it, you won’t die because of starving.”

“I eat, I eat.”

Lu Qiming shouted at her back, but it was too late.

Jiang Miaomiao went downstairs. She divided half his meal with Jiang Meimu, turned on the TV, stuffed a plate of Crayon Shinchan, squatted next to the coffee table, and watched while eating.

After an hour of lunch break, she walked into the vegetable-growing room.

All three planting racks contain mung bean seedlings, potatoes, lettuce, leeks, peppers, and tomatoes.

There are two wash basins on the window sill. The one with soil is garlic and ginger, and the one with water is narcissus.

The roses and other flowers have been moved to the balcony. So as not to squeeze the space for vegetables.

They were lucky. The seeds they sowed later had already produced a lot of buds, which are tender and green, and they are very vigorous. It is estimated that there will be vegetables to eat next month.

Jiang Miaomiao was in a good mood, and she hummed unconsciously while watering.

Lu Qiming wailed upstairs.

“Come on, my stomach hurts.”

“I seem to have a fever.”

“Ah! My head hurts too, I must be mutating.”

“Come on”

“See me one last time!”

Jiang Meimu was frightened by his shouting and circled under the stairs.

Jiang Miaomiao turned deaf, poured the last spoonful of water slowly, put things away, and then walked outside the door.

“Stretch out your hand and let me take a look.”

Lu Qiming was dying, holding her arm.

“I might be dying.”

“People who are dying don’t have the strength to talk so much.”

“You are so ruthless, you don’t feel sorry for me at all.”

Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.

“Do you still want to eat dinner?”

“Oh, this is the humbleness of being dependent on others.”

Lu Qiming stretched out his arm. She removed the bandage and took a look. There was no significant change, neither better nor worse.

Jiang Miaomiao tied the bandage back and asked：

“Are you really bored?”

He nodded vigorously.

She took out her mobile phone, stuck it in the doorway, and played a variety show downloaded before the world’s end.

The main content of the show is that several celebrities take their children out to play, sometimes to mountain villages and sometimes to islands.

They are so lively, in stark contrast to the deserted and terrifying environment around them right now.

The more Jiang Miaomiao looked, the more envious she became. Especially when she saw them pick a large watermelon weighing more than ten kilograms from the field. 

When they shared it together, she stared at the bright red melon flesh and couldn’t bear to blink. Between her lips and teeth, she recalled the excellent taste of watermelon.

Lu Qiming pointed to the thing in the child’s hand and asked:

“What is that?”

“IPad.”

“IPad…”

“You don’t know all of them, do you?”

Jiang Miaomiao remembered all his usual things and couldn’t help asking suspiciously：

“How old are you?”

He can’t play mobile games, he can’t play computer games, and he doesn’t even know about the iPad.

If it weren’t for his youthful look, she would believe him if he was eighty.

Lu Qiming rubbed his nose, “I said, 26.”

“Impossible, unless… where is your hometown?”

It would be understandable if he grew up in poverty, went to the army when he grew up, and was always out of touch with society.

“Hey, this peach is pretty good.”

Whether it was intentional or not, he changed the topic.

Jiang Miaomiao glanced at the peaches on the screen and couldn’t bear to look away.

It was big, red, and pink and bubbling with a pinch, which was many times better than the little hairy peach she had eaten before.

Oh, she wants to eat too……

Lu Qiming watched her lick her mouth non-stop, like a greedy little cat, with a smile in her eyes.

“If this zombie apocalypse is over, how about we build a house and plant peach trees in the yard?”

Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes at him.

“The zombie apocalypse is over, why am I still following you? Don’t think too much.”

“Don’t you like me?”

“Of course I don’t like you. If it weren’t for no other way, I would have left a long time ago, so I wouldn’t stay here and be angry with you every day and be your nanny.”

Lu Qiming rubbed the short stubble on his chin. Not knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly fell to the ground and twitched violently.

Jiang Miaomiao was taken aback, lying in the doorway, and asked:

“Are you alright? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t answer and scratched his body desperately with both hands. He tore the thin T-shirt into several large pieces, and a terrifying ho ho sound came from his throat.

Jiang Miaomiao was so anxious that she burst into tears, and she only thought of one thing—

It’s over. He’s really going to turn into a zombie!

“Save me… save me…”

He stared at her outside the doorway, stretched out his unsteady hand, and made a painful sound between his lips and teeth.

Her heart was twisted like a knife, her mind was messed up like a trash can that was turned over by Jiang Meimu, and the idea of breaking the door came out of her heart.

He is dead, and she will not live long by herself. Instead of staying and suffering, it is better to die together!

She doesn’t want to become a walking dead, wandering endlessly in the city.

Jiang Miaomiao took out the key to open the door, rushed in and grabbed his hand, spit on the other hand, and was about to touch the switch.

Seeing that Lu Qiming was in bad shape, she quickly stopped convulsing and pulled his back.

She didn’t stand still, fell on top of him, and was stunned for a few seconds before she regained her senses.

“Are you all right?”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled smugly.

“You still said you don’t like me? You don’t even want your life for me.”

Jiang Miaomiao: “…”

“Now that the doors are open, can you let me out? I’m really fine, believe me.”

He got up and turned twice in front of her. The rag slipped off his body, revealing his awesome eight-pack abs.

Jiang Miaomiao lowered his eyes and walked out.

“Okay.”

Lu Qiming was overjoyed and followed her, but when he was about to step out of the room, he was slapped back by the door heavily, and his nosebleeds were almost knocked out.

Click, Jiang Miaomiao locked the lock coldly.

“Liar, just stay inside!”

The root of the nose is sore and painful, and the tears are stimulated to burst out.

Lu Qiming didn’t have time to wipe it, so he lay on the door and shouted:

“I’m not kidding, come back!”

Jiang Miaomiao didn’t look back, nor did she scold him. She expressed her anger in the next few meals-noodles, white porridge, fried rice, nothing, and no mustard. He didn’t give him any meat. She only sent him cod liver oil in, ignored his complaints, and turned her head and left, whether he liked it.

Lu Qiming barely drank a few meals and then vomited when he smelled the fishy smell.

She then stopped and resumed the food supply.

Lu Qiming was quarantined for half a month, and Jiang Miaomiao served him for half a month.

Although she didn’t go out once because she had a lot of work to do daily, she still had to chat with him semi-forced and spend time with him. Life was quite fulfilling.

On the tenth day, the number of zombies outside the house gradually returned to its original level. The food in the warehouse was much less visible to see.

This made Jiang Miaomiao feel a strong sense of crisis.

A family of three has to eat every day. If they are not full, they have no physical strength. If they are not strong, going out to find food is not convenient. If there is no food, they are even more hungry.

They cannot fall into a vicious circle.

Fortunately, except for the first two days of pretending to be a zombie, Lu Qiming behaved normally. He didn’t seem to be infected.

It is not an option to keep locked up anymore. On the fifteenth day, Jiang Miaomiao decided to do a comprehensive inspection.

“Open your mouth, ah.”

She squatted outside the doorway, wearing gloves and a mask, like a doctor who came to the kindergarten for a physical examination.

Lu Qiming opened his mouth and showed her his teeth and mouth.

Very good, teeth are clean, and tongue is a healthy color, with no signs of decay.

Jiang Miaomiao handed out the thermometer, “Take it and show it to me.”

He did so, and he was ridiculously well-behaved.

Jiang Miaomiao checked all the places she could think of, finally grabbed his arm, took a deep breath, and began to remove the bandage.

Heal quickly, heal quickly.

She meditated on the spell in her heart and uncovered the last layer of bandage.

Lu Qiming’s wounds that had been nourished for half a month were exposed in front of her.