After Zhu Yu finished dividing the food, Lin Yiran stretched his head to take a look and found out...

It turns out that it is not divided by energy.

Zhu Yu is classified according to pictures, those that look the same are put together, and those that look different are put separately.

Lin Yiran lifted the pig in his arms to his eyes and said to it, "Tell me, how did you catch its attention? Where did it pick you up from?"

And it was still clean, not covered with dust. It should have been wrapped in a dust bag, which was probably torn off by Zhu Yan.

He turned his head and glanced around the office. Zhu Yu had picked up a bunch of things and piled them up here in a haphazard manner.

Some of them were picked up by Zhu Yan before I came, and some were picked up by Zhu Yan after I came.

But Lin Yiran had never seen Zhu Yu use it, it seemed like he was the only one using it.

Before I came, I didn't know why it picked it up.

He discovered a pattern of Zhu Yan: he was not at home during the day, picking up rubbish everywhere, and at night he would sit quietly on the sofa without moving.

When I woke up, it ignored me.

When he fell asleep, he could feel its gaze on him.

Time passed day by day. Lin Yiran ate and slept, and ate and slept, lying there like a useless person for more than a week.

The cesarean section wound has scabbed over and is not as painful anymore.

When Zhu Yu was around, he would lie on the sofa and pretend to be dead. When Zhu Yu went out to scavenge, he would get up and do rehabilitation exercises to help his body recover quickly.

As more and more things appeared in the office, the space gradually became crowded.

Lin Yiran couldn't help but said to Zhu Yu: "Zhu Yu, don't take it... There's no room for it here, so don't pick it up anymore. If you pick it up again, you'll bury me here..."

Zhu Yu then reduced the amount of things he picked up, but he still habitually brought back two or three small gadgets every day.

Candies, nail clippers, lipstick, carrot cutters, canned fruits, etc...

Lin Yiran was used to it taking something out of its pocket from time to time.

Anyway, as long as it's not alive, anything will do.

Now there are lights installed in the office and toilets, using battery and solar power alternately.

Zhu Yu picked up a lot of them, and Lin Yiran sorted them out and used them.

During this period, he also asked Zhu Yan to take him to the toilet to take a shower. Although more than ten days had passed, Zhu Yan still refused to open the office door.

So Lin Yiran can only go to the toilet when it comes back.

Zhu Yu went out again that day. Lin Yiran didn’t know what he was doing all day, but this was just convenient for him to move around freely.

He paced in place in the room, doing rehabilitation exercises.

As long as you don't affect your abdomen, doing some simple movements can help restore your body's vitality.

"Huh..." After finishing the exercises, he sat down and drank a bottle of water.

He glanced at the water tanks piled up in the corner, as well as various instant noodles, dried noodles, and pancake boxes...

If this wasn't the territory of the zombie Zhu Xian, it would really be a suitable place to live in seclusion.

With the supplies Zhu Xun has collected, he will not starve to death for at least a year.

But he had to go back. He couldn't let that bastard stab him in the back and still live happily.

"Wang Yu, you'd better not die so early. You have to die in my hands... Your life belongs to me, I have to take it back." Lin Yiran said as he turned his head to look in the direction of the base.

That kid stabbed him in the back and bought his life at the cost of Lin Yiran's life. He couldn't die so easily again.

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