Chapter 159: Relax, Dizziness Is Normal

Zhang Yi calmly took out a pack of Jinling Thirteen Hairpins cigarettes, lit one, and put it in his mouth.

“Do you smoke?” Zhang Yi offered a cigarette to Wang Siming.

Wang Siming instinctively turned his head away. “Thanks, but I don’t smoke this brand.”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly. Despite the dire situation, Wang Siming's preferences remained evident, showing he hadn't been short of supplies recently. Zhang Yi wasn’t in a hurry to negotiate terms. He smoked leisurely, flicking the ash onto the floor.

“To be frank, I came here to find a safe place to live,” Zhang Yi said. “The outside world is too dangerous—short on supplies and unbearably cold. Your place is big; having one more person wouldn’t make a difference, right?”

Wang Siming felt a bit calmer hearing Zhang Yi’s tone. “So, you just want to move in? You don’t plan to kill me and take over this place?”

Zhang Yi chuckled. “Why would I need to kill you?” He spread his arms. “This place is huge, even if a hundred people moved in, it would still feel spacious. I have no reason to kill you without cause. Besides, I’d like to use this opportunity to become friends with you.”

Zhang Yi’s sincere attitude made Wang Siming’s eyes shift. “Oh? You want to be friends?”

Zhang Yi nodded seriously. “Exactly!” He stood up and began to pace. “This snow disaster is troublesome and has caused societal chaos, but such abnormal weather can’t last forever. One day, society will return to normal. As a small-time guy, if I could befriend someone like you, I’d rise quickly when things stabilize.”

Wang Siming’s face showed a proud expression. “Of course! A small gesture from me could elevate you significantly! In the past, just slapping you would bring a compensation that could save you thirty years of struggle!”

He spoke arrogantly but thought, It seems this guy believes the snow disaster will end soon, so he’s still fearful of civilized order and won’t kill me.

Zhang Yi laughed. “Exactly. We can help each other. I move in, and in return, I provide you with security. You’ve seen what I can do!”

“I also have transportation and can go out to find supplies and take you to other places. I believe we will cooperate well. There’s no need for violence; that’s for barbarians. I, Zhang Yi, am not like that!”

Wang Siming relaxed further. “Alright, I agree. Untie me first.”

Zhang Yi shook his head. “You’re being too hasty. I’ve shown my sincerity, but what about you? How can I trust you?”

Wang Siming frowned. “What do you want? You can take anything from this house. If you need women, there are three socialites on the second floor.”

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes. “I don’t need those things. To show your sincerity, I need you to give me the user manual for this shelter!”

“Only then can I fully trust you.”

Wang Siming hesitated. Zhang Yi continued, “Without it, I can’t guarantee my safety here. It’s just a user manual. Even if you don’t give it to me, I could eventually figure it out myself.”

Wang Siming frowned deeply. “It’s not that easy. This shelter is more complex than you think.”

Zhang Yi’s expression hardened. “I’m being very sincere with you. If you’re willing to cooperate, we’ll get along. But,” he took a deep breath, his gaze turning cold, “don’t push me.”

Wang Siming shivered internally. He was very afraid of death, more so than the survivors in Yue Lu community who had faced life-and-death struggles. Being wealthy, he could still enjoy life once the disaster was over, so he cherished his life deeply.

“Okay, if I give you the user manual, can you guarantee not to kill us?” Wang Siming asked.

Zhang Yi nodded slowly, his gaze steady. “I told you, I’m not a murderer. And once the snow disaster is over, I hope to be your friend.”

Wang Siming believed Zhang Yi because he had no other choice. Zhang Yi could kill him anytime.

Following Wang Siming's instructions, Zhang Yi found the shelter's user manual on his computer. After examining it, Zhang Yi was impressed by the shelter’s complexity and precision. Without the manual, any random operation could trigger the control panel’s self-destruct mechanism, turning the shelter into a steel tomb.

“Now, can you untie me?” Wang Siming asked.

Zhang Yi didn’t look up. “Don’t rush. I need to verify the manual first.”

He went to the control room with the computer and tried various functions. After confirming everything worked, he nodded in satisfaction. “From now on, I, Zhang Yi, am the owner of this shelter!”

He put down the laptop, returning to the first-floor living room. Wang Siming, seeing him, asked, “So, is everything in order? Untie me, I’m getting numb!”

“Alright, wait a moment.” Zhang Yi laid a blanket on the floor, then approached Wang Siming, pulling out a golden claw knife from his waist. He hugged Wang Siming’s head and plunged the knife into his neck.

Blood gushed out like a spring. Wang Siming stared at Zhang Yi in shock, unable to understand why he was being killed despite cooperating.

Unable to speak, blood foam bubbled from Wang Siming’s throat. Zhang Yi gently lowered him onto the blanket, soothingly saying, “Relax, relax, take a deep breath. Yes.”

“It’ll be dizzy at first, but that’s normal. Soon, you won’t feel any pain.”

Wang Siming soon felt nothing, dying with his eyes open, full of unwillingness.

Zhang Yi wrapped him in the blanket to prevent blood from staining the floor, making cleanup easier.

“Sorry, I couldn’t explain everything. You’re useless to me now. I can’t keep a deadweight,” Zhang Yi softly explained.