Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

"Also, everyone, look at the marks on the ground."

Following his gaze, under the beam of the flashlight, they could clearly see chaotic footprints scattered across the dusty floor.

In one spot, there were imprints of two figures overlapping each other.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"From my years of investigative experience, there must have been a serious confrontation between two people here. During their fight, they both fell to the ground."

"What ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‍does that prove?" the man asked with a gloomy face. "Even if people fought here and fell to the ground, how does that implicate me?"

"Who says it doesn't?"

Aunt Long stepped forward.

She pointed at the ground with a serious expression. "Everyone, look here."

She moved the flashlight closer.

The spot became more visible under the light.

"Four fingers?" someone asked puzzlingly.

"Yes, four fingers!"

Aunt Long grabbed the man who was trying to hide his right hand behind his back, raised his palm, and removed the prosthetic from his right pinky finger.

She placed the man's hand above the imprint – the shape and position of the missing finger matched perfectly!

Everyone gasped.

No further explanation seemed necessary.

If this was a coincidence, it was too perfect to be one!

But the man still defended himself, "You can't just conclude it was me based on this alone. That's too arbitrary! I object!"

"Don't rush," Aunt Long gave him a cool glance.

She grabbed the man's right hand again.

She shone the flashlight on his sleeve.

There was a stain there.

"What's that?" someone asked.

Aunt Long replied: "If I'm not mistaken, it's the victim's blood. We found a wound on the victim's head earlier with blood that had clearly been wiped away. We didn't find any bloodied cloth or anything around here, so I guess the killer must have hastily used their own clothes to wipe it off in panic."

"You're just guessing!" the man gritted his teeth. "This stain on my clothes isn't blood, it's just something I accidentally got dirty with earlier."

"Oh, really?" Aunt Long smirked. "Whether it's the victim's blood or not can be easily determined with a DNA test. Fortunately, Rong City has many hospitals and forensic departments, and we have professionals here. It wouldn't be difficult to verify. Shall we all go there now?"

Aunt Long's words made the man freeze.

He was clearly panicking.

Because they seemed to have uncovered the whole truth.

He looked desperately toward Wu Da, who had been silent all this time.

But Wu Da avoided his gaze, and in the moment before looking away, there was hatred in his eyes.

The man's expression froze.

Then he began laughing like a madman, laughing until tears nearly came to his eyes.

"Hahaha, I deserve this!"

He looked at the cold-hearted Wu Da with profound disappointment.

Finally, his emotions could only manifest as bursts of laughter that seemed mixed with crying.

He and the deceased had indeed been good friends.

While fleeing, they had coincidentally met Wu Da.

The three of them had escaped together to a survivor shelter.

They always carried out various missions together.

Gradually, their relationships became complicated.

Recently, he discovered that his good friend, the victim, had also fallen in love with Wu Da.

He couldn't tolerate this!

Because he too was deeply in love with Wu Da!

And Wu Da had subtly expressed having feelings for him.

Tonight, when he planned to confront his friend and tell him to stay away from Wu Da, saying that he and Wu Da were meant to be together,

his friend actually claimed that Wu Da loved him instead.

This enraged him instantly.

The two began arguing.

As the argument heated up, neither could control their emotions, and they began fighting physically.

In the heat of the moment, he knocked the other person to the ground.

He had wanted to kill him right there, but worried about explaining it later, especially to Wu Da.

At that moment, he recalled people at the base talking about Ling Jing.

And his ankle had previously scraped against a corner.

A quick idea formed – he hastily picked up a broken brick and cut his friend's ankle, then smeared some zombie blood and brain matter on the wound.

After wiping the blood from the victim's head and face with his sleeve, he noticed the victim starting to shiver, likely beginning to transform.

Only then did he hurriedly drag the body back to where everyone was resting, staging the scene they had witnessed earlier.

But he never expected everything he did would turn out to be a joke!

Wu Da's earlier glance told him everything.

He didn't love him!

In fact, he despised him because of his friend's death.

It turned out his friend had been telling the truth.

Wu Da loved him instead.

Hahaha, how ridiculous.

He was truly ridiculous.

The man kept laughing, bending over with laughter, tears streaming down his face.

"Yes, you're all correct, I killed him."

He stopped denying and openly admitted his crime and intentions.

"But so what? Who hasn't killed someone in this apocalypse? He deserved to die, hahaha, he deserved to die!"

He screamed with bloodshot eyes.

His crazed expression made everyone frown.

"If I had another chance, I would... ugh!"

Before he could finish, a knife plunged into his abdomen.

He looked up in disbelief at the cold-faced Wu Da, opened his mouth, but ultimately closed his eyes without saying anything.

Before his eyes closed, there was a hint of attachment in them, and also... hatred.

But finally, everything fell silent.

After killing him, Wu Da bowed to everyone.

Without saying a word, before anyone could react, he slit his own throat.

Blood immediately splattered everywhere.

He fell straight to the ground.

No one had anticipated this turn of events.

Everyone remained stunned for quite a while before coming to their senses.

Yun Xiaoxiao glanced at the two corpses without comment.

Although she knew the whole story now.

But the dead should rest in peace, and whatever happened in the past should be left to drift away with the wind.

There was no need to discuss it and let the dead be gossiped about.

The truth had come to light anyway.

"But even if he deliberately tried to use Ling Jing to divert our attention, what he said wasn't wrong. Ling Jing himself admitted that his bite turns people into zombies. That's a fact, and I think Yun City should give us all an explanation."

After everyone had calmed down, someone raised their concerns.

At that moment, a voice spoke from a dark corner.

"This has nothing to do with Yun City. I declare that from today onwards, I, Ling Jing, completely separate myself from Yun City!

From now on, my personal actions and all my behavior have nothing to do with Yun City!"

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