Infinitely Criticizing the Villain for Being Like My Ex-Boyfriend

Zhang Chunliang lazily curled up in bed, flipping through a book he had picked up outside the base. He felt the warm, full feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

At the strong suggestion of the little octopus, he finally cooked the screaming mushroom together with the ham.

To be honest, it tasted pretty good. The sweetness of the mushrooms and the saltiness of the ham left him wanting more.

The little octopus is now digging into his bowl, concentrating on dipping his tentacles into the mushroom soup.

This was the first time he felt a warm feeling in the copy. Zhang Chunliang half-closed his eyes, looking at the little octopus who was rarely energetic, and felt drowsy.

I don’t know how long it had been, but suddenly there was a strange noise outside the car.

"Bang, bang, bang!!"

The sound of a hard object hitting the car body was extremely harsh and woke him up almost instantly.

He sat up and looked at his watch. It was half past one in the morning.

It was already late at night and all the curtains in the RV were drawn, so it was impossible to see what was happening outside.

Old K moved the small TV in front of him.

In the silent and dark base, two ragged survivors were holding a pile of rocks and smashing the side of his RV with all their might.

Piece after piece, provocative.

It seemed as if they were determined to beat Zhang Chunliang into a rage and make him go out and fight with them.

"Liangliang, there are more on the sides and under the car." Lao K reminded.

It reversed the perspective, allowing Zhang Chunliang to clearly see the panoramic view outside - five or six people were hiding on the front and back sides of the RV, holding sticks and other weapons in their hands, patiently waiting for Zhang Chunliang to open the door and get out.

Such a big show - their purpose is not only to rob money, but maybe to kill people.

Zhang Chunliang recently heard a piece of gossip from his colleagues. After the news that the "Coffin" mall would turn people into food spread, it unexpectedly did not arouse everyone's fear. On the contrary, after careful attempts, many people actually began to think of using alien species to "make food."

Some survivors in the base reached an agreement with the patrol members. Some people were responsible for finding "raw materials" in the base, while the patrol members were responsible for transporting the raw materials to the mall and using the power of alien species to turn these "raw materials" into food.

Popcorn, potato chips, instant noodles, candy...the mall will randomly produce high-calorie, high-quality food.

These foods are brought back to the base by the patrol members and sold in the community at a lower point. This is like timely rain for the increasingly impoverished survivors.

Therefore, during this period of time, many people in the entire base secretly purchased these inexpensive and good things.

No one was contaminated by this, and the "food" was simply some fresh and delicious food.

The top management of the Fuyuan base condoned this practice and even fueled it, profiting from it - every time a patrol officer brought a corpse into the car, he had to pay a certain number of points.

So recently, many people in the community have disappeared quietly.

This is exactly in line with what Wu Mei said at the time - when humans go crazy, they are more terrifying than alien species.

"Bang, bang, bang!!!" Seeing that Zhang Chunliang didn't move, the people who threw stones became impatient and started smashing things wildly.

There were still quite a few cars in the parking lot, most of which had no gas and could only be used as a living space that was a little more comfortable than a tent.

With such a big commotion here, everyone should have been awakened long ago, but now the entire parking lot is dead silent, with no sound except the constant sound of stones hitting each other.

"They are repeat offenders." Zhang Chunliang's rare good sleep was disturbed, and his expression was frighteningly cold. "I have seen them several times during this period. They are following me."

The aroma of the mushroom soup he cooked tonight must have made them unable to contain themselves - in this special period when even fire is hard to find, being able to cook a hot meal in one's own private space is simply enviable to the point of madness.

This group of people may not really think that Zhang Chunliang is a good person. In this crazy period, simply being unable to stand someone living a better life than themselves can be a reason to kill someone.

"Liangliang, don't go out." Old K gently pushed him back to the bed with his tentacles. "Even bullets can't penetrate my body. I will teach them a lesson."

Zhang Chunliang gritted his teeth slightly, his extreme anger causing his eyes to emit a faint silver-blue light uncontrollably.

He knew that there were many people in the base and any action he took might become the target of public criticism and arouse suspicion.

Nowadays, the best way to deal with it is not to confront them head-on, but to trouble them when no one is around.

The little octopus climbed onto his shoulders and blocked his ears with its cool little tentacles, trying to block out the noisy sounds outside.

Zhang Chunliang was very touched, and then asked rationally: "Did you wash your paws after eating mushroom soup just now?"

The little octopus obediently retracted its tentacles and replaced them with two clean ones.

He took a deep breath, ignored the annoying noise outside, and after sending the little octopus back to the basin, he found some toilet paper and stuffed it into his ears. Then he buried his head under the pillow and tried hard to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, the sound outside the car was persistent and increasingly rampant, and began to attack vulnerable parts such as the car windows.

Perhaps because they saw that Zhang Chunliang did not dare to show up, the group of people began to become more arrogant. They no longer concealed their bodies and turned around and smashed the glass of the RV with the sticks in their hands. It seemed that they were determined to drag Zhang Chunliang out.

"Fuck you, pretty boy, get out of here!" They cursed in a rough dialect, "How can you eat delicious food behind our backs? We're still hungry, how dare you eat?"

"Get out! Get out here!" they screamed, their voices savage and creepy.

Then a bunch of obscene words came out.

As the sound of beating became louder and louder, the expressions of this group of people became distorted and terrifying.

"I changed my mind." Zhang Chunliang took out the toilet paper, the silver light in his eyes was so strong that it was about to flow down, "I want to teach them a lesson."

Old K was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly hooked up his tentacles and comforted him: "Be good, Liangliang, you will be hurt by mistake. Don't worry, I remember their smell. Wait until tomorrow, tomorrow I will definitely--"

Before it could finish its words, the noise outside suddenly quieted down.

"Who are you—what are you doing? You have nothing to do here, get out of here!"

A man's timid voice sounded, and it seemed that someone else had appeared.

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhh!" Suddenly a shrill scream was heard, followed by a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound.

"Ah! Monster, there's a monster, run away! Run!!"

There were many panicked footsteps outside at once, and the people, whose eyes were red with rage, ran away desperately in all directions as if they had seen a terrible monster.