The end of the world is coming: Socially anxious zombies just want to travel around the world

Facing Shen Xingzhi's intention to sell himself in exchange for profit, Yan Si thought for a while and said, "As long as you are willing to give up and give me the right to use this black street under your control, I can cooperate with your plan."

Facing Yan Si's lion-like mouth, Shen Xingzhi said, "You have a big appetite."

Yan Si said indifferently: "Just tell me whether you will give it to me or not. If not, forget it."

"Although you said it lightly, there must be a lot of supernatural beings in that kind of scene. If I'm not careful, I might be killed on that cruise ship. This time I might be risking my life to cooperate with you, so it's not too much for me to ask for more, right? And the profit from selling me will definitely be much more than this black street, right?"

Shen Xingzhi glanced at the tea that had already cooled, raised his eyes to Yan Si and asked, "I'm very curious, how do you know that I am the real owner of the Black Street?"

Yan Si pretended to be mysterious and said, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. You don't need to know too much."

Shen Xingzhi: ...

Such a familiar line.

In fact, during the hunting game, Yan Si's keen hearing heard their gambling conversation.

Since he could gamble away the Black Street without blinking an eye, it means he doesn't care about it at all. It's just a bargaining chip for him to play with. In this case, why not take this Black Street into my own hands and make it my own?

I wonder.

Seeing Yan Si's insistence on only giving him a black street, Shen Xingzhi compromised and said, "Okay, since you want it, I can give you a black street, but not this one, but a black street in Dongyuan City."

Yan Si was stunned and asked, "There is more than one black street?"

Shen Xingzhi nodded and replied: "Of course, every city has a Black Street, and this Black Street is just an ordinary one among many."

Yan Si was dumbfounded. She didn't expect that the local dog was actually herself.

Yan Si was too narrow-minded. He thought there was only one black street, but he didn't expect there were so many black streets.

But Yan Si quickly caught the meaning of Shen Xingzhi's words. An ordinary black street, that is to say, the black street is also divided into different levels?

Yan Si looked at Shen Xingzhi suspiciously, and tried to say, "According to what you meant, could it be that the black street you want to give me is a very small, poorly managed, and low-quality black street?"

Shen Xingzhi poured himself a cup of hot tea and said in surprise: "Why do you miss me so much?"

"Because in my heart, you are just a selfish person who will do anything for your own benefit. You can use everyone, and everyone else is just a pawn in your hand."

Shen Xingzhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled leisurely: "You are right, I am such a person."

"As for the low-quality black street you mentioned, I will take you to a meeting tomorrow to see if it is the low-quality black street you mentioned."

"As for why I don't give you this black street, it's because I have other uses for it."

Yan Si looked at his genuine smile and stood up and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. It's getting late, so I won't bother you for now."

Shen Xingzhi tapped his headphones and said, "Okay, I'll have someone find you an empty room to spend the night in. After ten o'clock tomorrow, there will be a car waiting at the gate of the Zhan family's compound to depart."

Yan Sidian walked out of the door, and there was someone waiting outside to pick her up.

Listening to Yan Si's gradually receding footsteps and the door closing, Shen Xingzhi murmured, "A person who does whatever it takes to benefit himself?"

Shen Xingzhi smiled, with the corners of his lips raised, leisurely and shallow.

He stroked the rim of the hot teacup, feeling the scorching tea scalding his fingertips from time to time, an unfathomable smile in his eyes beneath the mask.

"You guessed well, but you missed one point. I am actually a hypocritical egoist."

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Yan Si tossed and turned in bed, unable to understand what was happening to her.

The erased memories, the strange but real "I", and the mysterious Freya.

Freya, who is she?

Although she acted like she was very familiar with Yan Si, Yan Si had no impression of her at all.

Although he had no impression of her at all, she gave Yan Si a very familiar feeling, as if they had been very close in the past.

Yan Si, who couldn't figure it out, sat up from the bed and tied his scattered hair into a mess.

Maybe, I should find someone to help me find it secretly?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Yan Si thought of Lan Li.

I looked at the time on the digital watch on my wrist. It was exactly two o'clock in the morning.

But Yan Si still connected with the trace of mental power remaining in Lan Li's brain without hesitation.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lan Li, who was sleeping, felt as if someone was knocking on his head.

That's right, it was hitting his brain.

He woke up in a daze and looked at the door. The bolt on the door was still intact, with nothing unusual.

Lan Li rubbed his head and was about to continue sleeping when suddenly a voice sounded in his mind.

This gave him a fright.

"Hey, little liar, you're still awake?"

Lan Li's already confused mind froze even more at this moment: "Ah?"

It's not that he didn't sleep, but it was as if he was hit on the head by someone.

Lan Li hadn't slept yet either.

The voice was familiar. It was Yan Si, who was tricked by him a few days ago but was able to control him back.

Yan Si’s voice continued to ring in Lan Li’s mind.

"Aren't you good at gathering intelligence, little liar? Help me find information about someone named Freya."

Then Yan Si gave Lan Li a brief description of Freya's appearance.

Lan Li looked hopeless about this. He was good at collecting intelligence, but in this apocalyptic situation, there were so many people in the vast sea of ​​people, and the person you mentioned only had a name and a rough appearance. Where could he find him for you?

Isn't this simply embarrassing?

Lan Li left a message to Yan Si with hatred.

After saying this, he covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep.

On Yan Si's side, he also received Lan Li's message.

Lan Li's hateful voice echoed in Yan Si's mind: "Regarding the person you mentioned, I will do my best to help you find him, but at the same time, don't hold out too much hope. After all, it's really hard to find someone with just a few words like you. Another thing is, I have my own name. My name is Lan Li, Lan of blue sky, Li of farewell."

After Lan Li said this, Yan Si silently complained: "It's because I don't know your name that I call you a little liar."

Thinking about this, she still didn't know the hypnotist's name, and he had been calling her hypnotist hypnotist all the time. Why not ask tomorrow?

But after thinking about it, he shook his head and rejected this idea. Forget it, knowing the other person's name is equivalent to having a certain involvement. It is better to have less contact with people like him. A man whose mind is hard to guess may sell him out to you one day without anyone knowing.

Yan Si collected his thoughts, re-woven his words, and sent Lan Li a final message.

Although he told Yan Si his name, Yan Si did not tell him his real name, but used a second pseudonym. Jiang Yi replied to him.

After all, in Yan Si's heart, the level of trust in him is not deep, just a shallow level.

After all, it was Yan Si who threatened him with force to make him compromise, so this kind of relationship was not that solid.