A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse

Shang Yan watched her expression for a while.

"Although Lu Ding treats you very well, Tix has abundant financial resources and can give you many things he simply can't. Think about it before you make a decision, I'm not in a hurry. This house is just a small gift, and compared to what I really want to give you, it's nothing at all."

Bei Nuan shook her head firmly, "I don't want it."

Shang Yan held up the keys and insisted for a while. Seeing that she really didn't intend to accept them, he thought for a moment and placed the keys on the outdoor long table under the parasol.

"I hope you can accept it. If you feel you haven't thought it through yet, throw the keys into mailbox number thirty-nine next door when you leave, that's my house. I have a meeting, so I'll take my leave first."

Having said that, he actually turned and left.

Bei Nuan understood his intentions.

He left first, allowing Bei Nuan to stay in this beautiful house and tour it freely.

Someone who lives in an employee dormitory should find it hard to resist this kind of temptation.

"What did he say?" Jiang Fei walked over.

"He…" Bei Nuan opened her mouth, "…he's so crazy."

Bei Nuan repeated Shang Yan's words as accurately as possible.

Tang Tang laughed until she convulsed, "Main character, big boss, lend me a leg to hug!"

Jiang Fei didn't react much, only asking Bei Nuan, "Shall we go?"

He was sure that Bei Nuan would definitely not accept the house Shang Yan offered.

"Okay." Bei Nuan grabbed the bunch of keys on the table, twirling them on her finger as she walked out.

Shang Yan had left a driver waiting outside to take them, but the three of them refused and walked along the tree-lined road to find Shang Yan's residence at number thirty-nine.

The mansions on this road were each unique in style, and a little could be seen despite the high walls and trees.

Some were very nouveau riche, wishing they could cover the walls in gold leaf. Some had an exotic style, with arched doors and windows everywhere. And some were minimalist and modern, looking like square glass boxes.

Although the styles of the residences inside were different, the styles of the walls and gates along the street were very consistent.

It seemed that this street had been uniformly planned when it was first built.

The three of them strolled along, enjoying the scenery, and arrived at the gate of Shang Yan's residence at number thirty-nine.

The black cast iron gate of number thirty-nine was exactly the same as number thirty-seven next door, and the black mailbox next to it was the same as well, only the house number on it was different.

Bei Nuan was about to throw the bunch of keys in her hand into the mailbox when she suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Fei asked.

Bei Nuan picked out a key from the bunch and examined it carefully.

The key was golden, very small, and exquisitely made, with vine patterns embossed on it.

"Don't you think this key looks familiar?"

Bei Nuan had only just asked when she already remembered herself.

She rummaged around in her space for a long time before finally finding a small red iron box.

A few days ago, at the Taiping Gate base, when they were living in room six-zero-two, which was exactly the same as Bei Nuan's original home, they had found a bank safe deposit box key and taken this small red box from the safe deposit box.

There was a bunch of keys in the small red box, pressed under her father's diary. Bei Nuan carefully took them out.

Bei Nuan still remembered that Lu Xingchi had said at the time that he felt this bunch of keys was like Bei Nuan's birthday present.

There was indeed a small golden key in that bunch of keys, which looked very similar to the small golden key on the number thirty-seven key ring.

Bei Nuan held a small key in each hand and compared them.

"There are still some differences," Jiang Fei said, also looking closely.

"The key teeth are different," Tang Tang said first.

Jiang Fei said, "Look closely, the patterns on them are also slightly different."

He was right, the vine patterns embossed on the two small golden keys were different.

Bei Nuan tried hard to identify them. The pattern on the small key from number thirty-seven Garden Road was a deformed Arabic numeral.

"Is this… '37'?"

Jiang Fei was also carefully studying the one taken out of the small iron box. He came to a conclusion, "There should be a number '1' on this one."

Because "1" only had one stroke and it was twisted. If there wasn't the "37" on the other one as a reference, it would be hard to recognize that crooked line as a "1".

Bei Nuan suggested, "Let's go back to number thirty-seven again."

The two keys looked the same, with a uniform design, but different numbers. They were likely to open the same thing.

On this street, the houses were different, but there was one thing that needed to be opened with a key that looked the same—

The mailbox.

Bei Nuan, Jiang Fei, and Tang Tang returned to the front of number thirty-seven and stuck the small golden key with '37' written on it into the mailbox next to the iron gate.

With a light turn, there was a click, and the mailbox opened.

Inside were only two leaflets, advertisements for the Alliance's water and electricity conservation and for military recruitment.

This small golden key really was for opening the mailbox.

So, could the key with the number "1" on it be used to open the mailbox of the legendary mysterious number one Garden Road?

Bei Nuan was immediately interested.

She pulled Jiang Fei and Tang Tang along with her, quickly returned the keys to number thirty-seven next door, and then strode all the way to number one Garden Road.

There was still no movement or sign of anyone behind the big iron gate.

Bei Nuan looked left and right like a thief, and inserted the small golden key in her hand into the keyhole of the mailbox.

With a click.

The mailbox actually opened.

Inside were also two Alliance advertising leaflets, but under the leaflets, there was also an envelope.

On the recipient line of the envelope, only two words were written: Bei Nuan.

It was a letter for her.

It was as if the second phase of a treasure hunt game had begun, perfectly connecting with the first phase in the mysterious room six-zero-two at the base last time.

Bei Nuan opened the envelope. Inside was still a yellowed piece of paper, the same as the one found in the iron box, with the same sentence on it:

Happy birthday, Nuan Nuan, and grow up healthy. Dad.

In addition, there was a remote control key.

Bei Nuan pressed it.

The two cast iron gates of number one Garden Road quietly opened to both sides, and the cream-colored mansion stood quietly at the end of the driveway.

"Go in and take a look?" Bei Nuan immediately walked inside.

Jiang Fei didn't stop her, but silently took out his dagger at the first moment and hid it in his sleeve.

"I have a feeling that everything will be fine," Bei Nuan comforted him.

Just like in the mysterious room six-zero-two, Bei Nuan felt warm and safe here as well.

The lawn was neatly trimmed, thriving, and a lush green. The roses on both sides of the driveway were as tall as a person, blooming with large flowers.

The mansion was bathed in bright sunlight, and the furnishings inside could be seen through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Bei Nuan walked to the door of the mansion and tried each of the keys on the key ring. Sure enough, one of them could open the door.

The interior decoration was minimalist and modern, completely in line with Bei Nuan's aesthetics and tastes.

There were only two floors, but the area was not small. Upstairs were the master bedroom and study, as well as a series of guest bedrooms, all fully equipped.

The house was like a model home, everything was brand new, and there was no trace of anyone living there, but everything was clean and tidy, and even the central air conditioning was on, as if someone was taking care of it carefully.

Bei Nuan tried each of the keys in her hand and found that they were all for opening various doors in the house.

There was even a garage key, and there were several cars parked inside.

In the end, only four keys of strange shapes, large and small, remained, and they had not yet found their purpose.

Jiang Fei took them and looked at them. "Could these be safe deposit box keys?"

What he said made sense, they could try it out.

The three of them went to the study and rummaged around, and really found a safe deposit box hidden in the cabinet.

The keys could indeed be inserted.

However, the safe deposit box had a fingerprint lock. Bei Nuan curiously put her finger on it.

It actually opened.

The safe deposit box contained a thick stack of documents.

On top were the Alliance identity documents for the five members of the team.

The photos on the documents were taken secretly at some point. Bei Nuan was still wearing the bear pajamas she had on when she first transmigrated, looking foolishly at the camera.

There were also bank accounts and the title deed to this mansion at number one Garden Road, written in Bei Nuan's name.

Bei Nuan also discovered that she had become a major shareholder in an oil field and two refineries on the Puth Plain, with considerable income.

Someone had arranged Bei Nuan's life in the safe zone, arranging it perfectly.

"Xiao San," Bei Nuan summoned Xiao San in her mind, "What's going on?"

Xiao San's answer was the same as last time at the base: "I don't know."

It was unclear whether he really didn't know or was just refusing to admit it.

But it was too mysterious. Bei Nuan's fingerprints could even exist in the safe deposit box.

The photo on the certificate was even stranger. After Bei Nuan transmigrated, she probably only wore those bear pajamas for ten minutes before changing into a windbreaker.

Apart from the system, probably no one else could have taken that photo.

"Could this be a trap?" Tang Tang was a little nervous.

"I don't think so," Bei Nuan replied firmly. "But we can wait for Lu Xingchi to come back and have him take a look."

Not long after Bei Nuan and the others returned to the employee dormitory, Lu Xingchi and Du Ruo also returned.

Du Ruo was hot as a dog. As soon as she entered the door, she collapsed on the bed and didn't move.

Lu Xingchi, on the other hand, always had an appearance of being cool and sweat-free, and said that Lu Ding had agreed to send them to the blockade line.

Du Ruo lay there and sighed, "I didn't think it was that hot at first, but the problem is that Lu Ding's place has air conditioning. As soon as you come out of the air-conditioned room, it's like entering a steamer. It's clear that people can't be extravagant. Once you've experienced extravagance, you feel like you can't live without it."

Bei Nuan found it strange, "If it's so hot, didn't Lu Ding send you back in a car?"

Du Ruo complained, "He was going to send us, but Lu Xingchi wouldn't ride."

Jiang Fei patted Du Ruo's back, "Get up, let Bei Nuan take you to blow on the air conditioning. She now has a big house with central air conditioning on Garden Road."

This time, even Lu Xingchi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then he asked, "Did Shang Yan give it to you?"

His mind was really quick.

Bei Nuan laughed, "He was going to give me a house, but I didn't want it. We're talking about another one."

Everyone returned to number one Garden Road together.

As soon as Du Ruo entered the door, she sighed comfortably and collapsed on the cool sofa on the first floor, unwilling to move.

Lu Xingchi looked around up and down, then spread the documents on the coffee table and read them carefully, one by one.

When he opened a folder, Lu Xingchi's hand paused, and he looked up at Bei Nuan.

She didn't notice it at all and was holding up her ID photo to study it.

Lu Xingchi inconspicuously pulled out a piece of paper from the interlayer, glanced at it, and silently put it in his pocket.

Bei Nuan finally put down her ID and asked him nervously in Tang Tang's words, "So is this a trap?"

Lu Xingchi smiled, "If this is a trap, I don't know how many people would want to fall into it."

He sorted it out for Bei Nuan.

"This bunch of keys to number one Garden Road was taken out of the bank safe deposit box at the base. The key to the safe deposit box was found in room six-zero-two. Although room six-zero-two is strange, it can be seen that the person who made room six-zero-two is very familiar with your past and has no hostility."

Lu Xingchi concluded, "So I still think this house is a birthday present for you, you should keep it."

Tang Tang cheered after hearing him, jumped up, "Then I want to live in the room upstairs facing the olive tree."

Du Ruo immediately became vigilant, jumped up from the sofa, and followed him upstairs in three steps, "What room? What olive tree? I haven't even seen it yet and you've already chosen it?"

Jiang Fei followed them helplessly, "Every room has an olive tree outside the window, right? Besides, why do you have to see an olive tree?"

After they all went upstairs, Lu Xingchi leisurely asked Bei Nuan, "Can I live in the master bedroom with you?"

Bei Nuan: "…"

Lu Xingchi continued, "If not, then I'll live next to the master bedroom."

So he was planning to stay?

But thinking about it, if Shang Yan found out that the owner of number one Garden Road, which he couldn't buy no matter what, was Bei Nuan, what would his expression be?

It wasn't even noon yet when people came to the house, and there were quite a few of them.

It was a middle-aged man who looked very reliable, leading a group of people, including gardeners who pruned the grass and trees, florists who specialized in taking care of the roses, and workers responsible for cleaning and tidying up.

When the middle-aged man saw Bei Nuan, he quickly came over to greet her, not at all surprised that Bei Nuan and the others were here.

Bei Nuan asked him some questions and found out that the middle-aged man was the owner of a service company. He had been entrusted to take care of number one Garden Road while the owner was away.

He said that he had received a letter in the mail with a contract inside, instructing them to come to work on time. The letter stated clearly that the homeowner's surname was Bei and that she would be returning to move in after a while.

How magical.

In any case, life was getting back on track.

When Lu Xingchi went out today, he bought a few SIM cards and installed them on everyone's phones. The TV in the living room downstairs had a signal and was broadcasting the news, and there was a channel playing old movies.

The key was that there was wireless internet here. Although Du Ruo lamented that almost all of the websites she was familiar with were gone, new ones were springing up like mushrooms after the rain.

It was as if they had finally returned to the normal human world after traveling so far.

It was safe, comfortable, and even luxurious here. Those things that happened while struggling in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood seemed like a lifetime ago.

But tomorrow, Lu Xingchi and Du Ruo would be returning to the blockade line.

During dinner, Bei Nuan had been arguing with Lu Xingchi.

"I'm going with you," Bei Nuan said to Lu Xingchi with a frown and a firm tone.

"No," Lu Xingchi refused. "The southern blockade line is tight. Lu Ding said that some places have been breached several times and then recaptured. I'm worried about taking you with me."

Bei Nuan retorted, "You're not worried about me in this house of unknown origin?"

"I think this house is very safe," Lu Xingchi said firmly.

It was unknown where his confidence came from.

Bei Nuan poked at the rice with her chopsticks, looking unhappy.

She remained unhappy until she went to bed.

Bei Nuan still lived in the largest master bedroom.

The lights were off, and the curtains were fully open. Outside the window, the branches of the olive tree in the backyard stretched out diagonally, with strings of small green fruits growing on them.

Bei Nuan leaned against the pillows, staring blankly out the window, when she suddenly heard someone gently turning the doorknob.

The door was of course locked, but no lock was of any use to him.

Bei Nuan immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Someone sat down on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and familiar, warm lips pressed against her forehead.

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