Chapter 62: Sister Su Miao, You Set Me Up!

“We want revenge.”
“To kill everyone in the company, send them straight to hell.”
Xiong Hui glanced to the side. “That’s what Zhao Xue wants too. Zhao Xue, isn’t that right?”
The air fell silent for a moment.
Xiong Hui said, “Zhao Xue says that’s how it is.”
Xia Xiao’an blinked. There was clearly no one next to this man, so why was he talking to thin air?
Unconsciously, Xia Xiao’an caught sight of Lu Xuechuan, whose body was trembling slightly. Reading the intense fear in his mind, a chill rose within her.
“Alright.”
Xia Xiao’an forced herself to stay composed, picked up the salt shaker nearby, and said, “This is a jar of salt. It’s edible.”
She picked up the jar of deadly hallucinogenic poison. “This is a poison with no antidote. You can think of it as premium MSG—let them use it in their cooking.”
“This is a liquid poison, very delicious. You can find a chance to pour it into the pot, or into the soup.”
“After consuming these poisons, the effects will kick in two hours later.”
“There’ll be some hallucinations in the process.”
Xia Xiao’an finished her introduction in one breath, packed everything into a plastic bag, and handed it over.
Lu Xuechuan stared at the offered bag, his fear deepening. He couldn’t understand why things were going so smoothly, nor how the other side knew so much—as if everything was under their control.
Xiong Hui had already taken the bag. He glanced to his side and said, “Zhao Xue says thank you!”
Xia Xiao’an nodded. “Mm. You can leave now.”
Xiong Hui bowed deeply, and left with Lu Xuechuan.
Not long after leaving the villa, they suddenly felt a darkness behind them. Looking back at Villa No. 36, they saw the door crammed with cupboards, as if it had never been opened at all.
The witch of death—how terrifying!
...
“Sister...”
Xia Xiao’an looked at Su Miao beside her.
Su Miao gently patted Xia Xiao’an’s head. “Xiao’an, you did very well.”
For a moment, Xia Xiao’an was at a complete loss for words.
She recalled what happened with Xiong Hui earlier. “By the way, sister, do you think there are souls after death? Just now, the man standing on the right kept talking to the air as if a girl named Zhao Xue was standing next to him.”
“But that guy, Lu Xuechuan, he was terrified. He thought his friend had gone completely mad.”
Su Miao’s hand, which was stroking Xia Xiao’an, stopped in midair.
She was wondering whether next time, after killing a target, she should throw in a massive fireball, help the body turn to ash, and scatter it—back to nature entirely.
That way, it would even help protect the environment and water supply. Wouldn’t that count as a good deed?
Starting tomorrow, she’d have to spend more time studying fireball spells.
“Sister?”
Xia Xiao’an was puzzled.
From her eyes, it seemed Xia Xiao’an was afraid of ghosts.
Su Miao said, “Xiao’an, trust your own judgment. There are... souls in this world. But the person who came just now didn’t see a soul—he’s suffering from hysteria, a kind of mental illness.”
Originally, Su Miao wanted to say there were no souls, but several nights she’d been woken by Xia Xiao’an’s cries—calling for her mother in her dreams.
If she said that souls didn’t exist after death, it might only make Xia Xiao’an more heartbroken.
Xia Xiao’an nodded earnestly.
“Come on, let’s go back to sleep.”
“Mm.”
...
Company logistics department.
Fu Yongpeng burst into Bai Rui’s temporary office with a group of people. “Bai Rui, did you send the new recruits to the security division of logistics?”
Bai Rui was enjoying a little private hotpot, stewing pheasant meat with some scallions and a few treasured grains of salt. The soup and chicken were unspeakably delicious.
But with Fu Yongpeng’s intrusion, he nearly spilled the white liquor he’d just poured.
“Fu Yongpeng, have you lost your mind?”
Bai Rui stood up, furious.
He’d barely escaped with his life—was it so wrong to indulge in a hotpot?
Every team leader in the operations squads lived like this every day, so why was he always singled out?
Fu Yongpeng said, “Bai Rui, you’ve got a lot of nerve! Do you realize how important logistics is? You actually dared to send the new recruits there—if anything goes wrong, can you take responsibility?”
Bai Rui drained his glass and said, “Tch, so that’s all? I just sent two students. Students are the company’s future main force, isn’t it better to train them in logistics?”
Fu Yongpeng snapped, “Bai Rui, you know nothing! Those two sneaked off—did you know that?”
Bai Rui sobered instantly.
He quickly turned off the stove, grabbed the M416 by the table. “Come on, take me to them.”
Fu Yongpeng grabbed Bai Rui by the collar. “Where to?”
Bai Rui looked at him in confusion. “You didn’t catch them?”
At that moment, Fu Yongpeng’s face darkened.
He felt utterly insulted by this idiot.
He really wanted to swear.
They could have caught them, but he’d caught wind of the sniper’s trail and, in the chaos, the two brats escaped.
Fu Yongpeng took a deep breath, about to say something, when the radio crackled: a squad member reported that the two escapees had already been caught.
“Come on, I’ll take you to see those two brats.”
...
In the damp, cold living room of a villa, Lu Xuechuan sat on the ground, pale-faced.
He’d nearly been killed just now.
Now he was staring down the barrel of a gun, and his ambition to join the company had completely vanished.
Xiong Hui held the jars of salt and MSG high, staring intensely at the armed squad members. “If you dare shoot, I’ll dump all the salt and MSG right here!”
A few minutes later, Fu Yongpeng and Bai Rui arrived.
Their gazes locked on the salt and MSG jars in Xiong Hui’s hands, their expressions shifting.
They were all too familiar with these jars from before the apocalypse.
After the end began, salt became the most scarce of all supplies.
MSG became a luxury, as rare as a precious spice.
Who could have guessed these two brats hadn’t tried to escape but, instead, had somehow gotten hold of salt and MSG?
The salt jar was full; the MSG only half.
“Lu Xuechuan, Xiong Hui, you went out tonight?”
Bai Rui gave them a meaningful look, then turned to the armed squad members. “Lower your weapons! Didn’t you hear me? Lower them now!”
The two squad members glanced at Fu Yongpeng; when he nodded, they finally dared to lower their guns.
Bai Rui said, “You went out tonight to look for salt and MSG, didn’t you?”
Lu Xuechuan replied, “Yes, that’s right, we...”
Bai Rui said, “No need to panic. As long as you hand over the salt and MSG, you’ll be credited with a major achievement.”
Fu Yongpeng’s eyes swept over the two. “Hold on, who knows if this salt and MSG are poisoned? You eat some first.”
Bai Rui immediately bristled. “Fu Yongpeng, are you out of your mind?”
Fu Yongpeng replied, “Did you forget about the rat meat?”
Bai Rui fell silent.
That time, someone was greedy and ate some poisoned rat meat—died horribly.
What was strange was, plenty of others ate it and were perfectly fine; to this day, it remained a mystery.
Xiong Hui raised the two jars even higher. “This salt and MSG—we worked hard to find them, they’re not yours!”
Fu Yongpeng, seeing this, was exasperated.
Damn!
Forget about a taste test—by the look of this brat, he wasn’t planning to hand over the salt and MSG at all.
Looking at the damp floor, he had half a mind to just shoot the bastard where he stood.