Chapter 20

Xie Xishu and Qi Wu exchanged a glance.

Qi Wu had already furrowed his brows the moment the sound had echoed. Unlike Xie Xishu, who was still human, Qi Wu, having undergone a second metamorphosis into a monster, could clearly see a door tucked away in the far corner of the supermarket.

It was an inconspicuous door, marked with a sign reading “Staff Only—No Unauthorized Entry.” A row of shelves was slanted against the door, which at first glance appeared to have toppled during the earlier chaos, but now seemed deliberately placed.

“Qi Wu... that is...” Xie Xishu’s tentative question came softly by his ear—he knew exactly what answer the boy hoped to hear.

When they had previously cleared the supermarket, Xie Xishu’s methods had been somewhat brutal. Well, he couldn’t be blamed; after all, there hadn’t been a weak, timid human to complicate matters then. But because of this, the supermarket, which to Xie Xishu only smelled faintly of blood, was a stinking hell to Qi Wu. Blood and the stench of flesh from monsters permeated the floor, shelves, and even the ceiling.

Even with his keen senses, Qi Wu found it difficult to determine whether the figure curled up behind that door was a monster or a human.

Yet, he did hear breathing—thick, heavy, and unnervingly rapid with fear.

A slender tongue flicked out from deep within Qi Wu’s throat, slowly tracing the rows of newly grown, fine teeth inside his gums.

His lips twitched, and he almost spoke, about to tell the naïve companion beside him that there was only one thing behind that door: monsters.

Yes, you’re mistaken. Behind that door are just a few monsters skilled at disguise.

The so-called broadcast you heard was merely a trap they set to lure you in.

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“I don’t know. It stinks in there.”

Yet when Qi Wu spoke, he was surprised at the absurdity of his own words.

“All I can say is, they might be humans. What, you seriously want to find your ‘own kind’ to join up with?”

His tone turned icy.

But then he felt his sleeve being gripped tightly, a small gesture from Xie Xishu that perhaps even he hadn’t noticed.

“I—I just want to check.”

The boy’s pale, haggard face flushed faintly for the first time, an unmistakable glow of hope.

What irritated Qi Wu most was that even Xie Xishu’s voice was softer than usual now.

“I swear I heard the radio... I mean, the emergency broadcast! If there’s an emergency broadcast, it means it’s just the city of A in trouble, not a total collapse. There are still normal people outside; maybe they’re preparing to come rescue us! We need more information, right? Then we can meet others and wait safely for the state’s help!”

Xie Xishu’s expression reminded Qi Wu of a survivor who, after a shipwreck, finally clings to a lifeboat. No one knows what the future holds, but at that moment, they are utterly sure they will be saved and that this nightmare will end.

But the next second, a dark shadow clouded the boy’s face.

He turned to gaze hesitantly outside the supermarket.

“No, but if it’s not safe, then maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Tch.”

Qi Wu ran a hand through his hair, then abruptly grabbed Xie Xishu’s hand.

“If you want to be sure, then just take a look. It’s just a little thing to be so hung up on... Are all you top students this indecisive?”

He knew perfectly well what Xie Xishu was hesitating about. Perhaps behind that door lurked a few monsters he had missed. But dwelling on that only made Qi Wu even more irritable.

With him here, would any monster really dare eat Xie Xishu right in front of him?

Xie Xishu was clearly underestimating him.

Without giving Xie Xishu a chance to waver further, Qi Wu dragged the boy deep into the shadowed recesses of the supermarket.

“Bang—”

The tall boy kicked aside the shelves blocking the door, then reached out to tear open the metal staff room door with a painful snap of the lock.

He switched on a flashlight he had taken from inside the supermarket and looked coldly into the room.

The staff office was plainly decorated, with a row of metal lockers lined against the wall, alongside cleaning tools like mops and brooms.

In the center, a simple folding table was cluttered with personal items: brightly colored plastic buckets, gloves now faded to gray, a stainless steel thermos, and several opened takeout boxes half-eaten.

On another wall hung a whiteboard, hastily scrawled with cleaning shifts in permanent marker.

At this moment, it looked like no one was inside.

But just moments ago, the radio had been playing here.

Xie Xishu held his breath briefly; Qi Wu felt the boy’s fingertips twitch lightly in his palm.

“Hah.”

Qi Wu sneered sharply.

“Anyone there?”

He called out evenly into the silent room.

No reply came.

“Any humans? Non-mutated ones?”

He repeated the question, but still no sound.

Then Xie Xishu tugged on his sleeve, signaling him to look down.

In the flashlight’s beam, beneath the folding table lay a large, slick pool of black blood, and faintly, a figure curled up on the floor, body heaving violently.

The stench of blood was strong.

But it might have come from monsters...

“Hey, you—”

Qi Wu frowned and stepped closer, kicking the figure on the ground.

Suddenly, the person jerked their head up, gaunt hands clutching tightly at Qi Wu’s foot.

“Attack! Monster! Kill the monster!”

Under the flashlight’s beam, the survivor’s face twitched grotesquely, seeming even more terrifying than a real monster for a brief moment.

As the hoarse scream pierced the air, shadows shifted. Figures lurking above the lockers and in the corners leapt out.

Though trembling, they raised weapons without hesitation—machetes from the meat section and iron scrapers for cleaning—frantically hacking toward Qi Wu and Xie Xishu.

Qi Wu’s brow rose slightly. With one kick, he flung the man who had grabbed him—the strongest among them, wearing a crumpled security guard uniform—against the lockers.

The metal doors clanged loudly, and debris piled atop crashed to the floor, shattering.

At the same moment, Qi Wu switched off his flashlight.

Suddenly plunged into darkness, ordinary eyes would struggle to see for a moment.

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