Chapter 95 - 81 Self-reliance, Comforting Sister Mei_3

I don’t know if it’s been scavenged inside.

She pushed the door, and sure enough, the lock was already broken. It seemed someone had been here.

Feeling a bit frustrated, she walked inside and started searching for anything she could use.

Food and drinks were already taken by Liang Yuan and the others.

Medicine was even less likely; if Liang Yuan and the others couldn’t find any, how could she?

In the bedroom, however, she found a pack of sanitary pads, which made her ecstatic.

A non-woman could never understand the sticky feeling during menstruation.

Or the stomach pain, irritability, and suffering that comes with it.

With this pack of sanitary pads, her trip wasn’t in vain.

She quickly put away the sanitary pads and carefully continued her search.

She surprisingly found a stack of hundred-dollar bills hidden in the master bedroom’s mattress.

She couldn’t help laughing and crying—this was likely the male owner’s private stash, now just worthless paper.

She stuffed it into her bag; even if it’s trash, it can still be used to start a fire, can’t waste it.

After searching through several bedrooms, she went to the balcony and immediately saw her objective.

"A fishing rod!"

"And a net and fishing line!"

"Excellent."

Song Wen was overjoyed, quickly transporting all the items back to her home.

Then she came back again to grab the discarded clothes and blankets.

"I’ll cook in this house from now on, with these clothes there’s no fear of running out of fuel."

"Take a rest, then go fishing. Song Wen, you can do it!"

She made a fist and encouraged herself in front of the mirror.

Gathering up the fishing gear, she braced herself and started heading downstairs.

The corridor was very dark, with low visibility.

Bloodstains were everywhere, some had even turned black and foul.

She endured the nausea and fear, silently chanting ’Amitabha, God bless’ in her heart.

As a young girl, she had an innate fear of these things.

She had been hiding in her home for half a year, although she’d seen many dirty things through the peephole.

She hadn’t personally experienced it, still appearing as timid and fearful as before the apocalypse, not strong or brave enough.

People like Ding Yan, who have gone through hardships and emerged stronger, are rare.

Reaching the nineteenth floor, she paused slightly, hearing voices from the two rooms on that floor.

"Old Liu, ready yet? Let’s go down again, try to catch more fish this year."

"Almost ready, this flying disk net is tricky."

"Hey, we’ll fix it below. We’re lucky to find this net, this time we’ll surely have a big catch."

"Dad, can I... go with you?"

"Feifei, you stay and guard the house, we have a lot of stuff, can’t let anyone steal it."

Listening to the voices downstairs, Song Wen couldn’t help but peek through the gaps from above.

Three people stood in the corridor: two middle-aged men and a young person.

Both doors were wide open, and they talked in the corridor.

The young person wore men’s clothes and had purposely cut their hair short, but Song Wen immediately saw it was a girl.

It looked like she was the daughter of the man with glasses.

There’s no need to guess why she disguised as a man.

She couldn’t help but slap her thigh, "Why didn’t I think of making myself look ugly before coming out?"

With that thought, she quickly grabbed some dirt from the floor, enduring the nausea, and smeared it on her beautiful face.

By then, the two middle-aged men downstairs had finished their preparations and, after bidding their families farewell, descended together.

Song Wen hesitated for a moment, then, after waiting a while, touched the fruit knife in her pocket and steeled herself to go downstairs.