Start the liver experience with push-ups

It was a deep, silent winter night.

The residents of the entire apartment building seemed to have burrowed into their quilts, sound asleep.

No lights illuminated the corridor, and not a single sound broke the silence.

Suddenly, a subtle fluctuation of air arose.

As it was inserted into the lock, the "click" sound seemed particularly abrupt.

After gently opening the door, the interior was pitch black.

With the faint moonlight seeping through the curtains, the outlines of the furniture could be vaguely seen.

The hands of the wall clock flickered faintly in the dimness, the hour hand already pointing silently to one o'clock.

The second hand ticked away, the slight sound amplified infinitely in the early morning hours, making the house even more quiet.

It seemed exactly the same as before leaving, with no changes.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm, and he didn't turn on the light, simply quietly closing the door.

Then, he squatted down, untied his shoelaces, took off his sneakers that were stained with some dirt, and neatly placed them aside.

Inadvertently, his gaze swept over a pair of beige fleece-lined boots on the shoe rack.

Those were the shoes Zhou Xiumei had worn today.

Fang Cheng's heart stirred slightly, and his gaze immediately swept across the living room, turning towards the bedroom door that was ajar.

A faint, dim yellow light squeezed out from the crack in the door, stubbornly shining in the darkness.

Like a silent summons, it told him that someone at home was quietly waiting for him.

Seeing this light, Fang Cheng's tense muscles suddenly relaxed a little.

So, he took off his backpack, threw it on the sofa, and slowed his pace towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, a graceful figure in a white down jacket was seen lying on the desk.

Zhou Xiumei was resting her head on her slender arm, a few strands of ink-like hair gently falling beside her cheek, with an unfinished book scattered nearby.

She seemed to have guessed Fang Cheng's intention in placing a pillow on the chair.

After Zhou Xiumei came over, she didn't leave after turning off the lights, but chose to stay in the bedroom, personally taking Fang Cheng's place and undertaking the task of providing cover.

However, after reading for a while, she was too sleepy and couldn't help but doze off.

Then, she quietly lay there, slowly closing her eyes unconsciously.

At this moment, under the warm yellow light of the lamp, her face appeared particularly soft and serene, making people feel pity and unwilling to disturb her.

Her eyelashes were long and curled, casting a faint shadow below her eyelids, as if shrouded in a hint of worry.

A layer of fine goosebumps appeared on her exposed hands, and her sleeping body was also unconsciously trembling slightly.

There was no heating in the bedroom, and the temperature dropped sharply in the middle of the night, as cold as an ice cellar.

Zhou Xiumei's body was already weak, and even wearing a down jacket to sleep in this cold room, she was obviously still a bit frozen.

Fang Cheng tiptoed and quickly approached her.

Then, he bent down, gently passed one hand under her neck, and the other hand around her legs, carefully picking her up.

Zhou Xiumei seemed to sense something in her sleep, humming softly and snuggling into his arms.

Her pink lips parted slightly, exhaling a warm breath, filled with a hint of sweet fragrance.

It was as if she had finally found a warm comfort in this long, cold night.

Fang Cheng's soft heart couldn't help but be touched.

Then, he carried her to the bed, gently put her down, and pulled over the quilt to carefully cover her.

Every movement was done as lightly and steadily as possible, for fear of accidentally waking her up.

Until the corners of the quilt were tucked in tightly, completely airtight.

Looking at the girl still sound asleep, a smile appeared on Fang Cheng's face, and he reached out to turn off the desk lamp.

Then, he turned and walked out of his bedroom, gently closing the door.

After a simple wash, he walked to his mother's room and lay down on another bed.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes were open, not asleep.

At this moment, he calmed down and carefully recalled the events of tonight's outing, to ensure that there were no omissions or errors.

If there were any hidden dangers still existing.

Perhaps it was the mask he wore during the battle with the ghouls, which was once again exposed in public.

The special search team's commissioner, guarding the old factory street's surveillance, originally had the purpose of finding the "mysterious man wearing a white mask."

After this incident, would they have some associations?

Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, then secretly shook his head, denying this guess.

He had already taken measures to conceal his whereabouts in advance.

Moreover, when he entered the door just now, he observed with the "Eyes of the Cleaner" and did not find any traces of outsiders sneaking into the house.

As long as the other party did not find evidence that he had secretly left the old factory street, and the timings did not match up.

Naturally, they would not associate the fierce man fighting the ghouls tens of kilometers away with the bookworm staying at home and studying hard late at night.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately summoned the panel to view the previously ignored experience increase prompts.

[Boxing Experience +30]

[Sanshou Experience +10]

[Muay Thai Experience +10]

[Jujutsu Experience +30]

[Tai Chi Experience +20]

[Qigong Experience +15]

[Push-up Experience +10]

[Leg Raise Experience +5]

[Handstand Push-up Experience +5]

A simple stealth theft and an encounter battle yielded several times more experience than usual practice.

It was worth his painstaking planning.

Actual combat is indeed the most effective way to improve skill proficiency.

Recalling the scene of the chaotic dance of demons in the rehabilitation center, Fang Cheng was actually quite afraid.

If those ghouls eventually broke through the defense line, escaped from the ward area, and completely lost control.

Fang Cheng could only run to the inpatient department and forcibly take his mother and grandfather away.

Fortunately, the military support units responded very quickly, the disposal measures were very effective, and the development of the situation was suppressed in time.

However, no matter what.

Ren'an Hospital is close to the mysterious West Mountain, and as long as it continues to serve as a treatment point for receiving infected people, similar things may happen in the future, and it will not be too safe after all.

Fang Cheng made a decision in his heart.

His mother's job at the hospital is not suitable to continue.

After his grandfather is discharged from the hospital smoothly, he will urge her to go through the resignation procedures as soon as possible and stay away from that kind of place of right and wrong.

One thought after another floated through his mind, Fang Cheng's eyes were wide open, without any sleepiness.

His pupils flickered slightly in the darkness, like two dim but unwilling to extinguish flames.

Those thin, gaunt ghouls, with their blue faces and fangs, were like demons crawling out of the abyss, constantly baring their teeth and claws in front of his eyes.

The cruel scene of devouring living human flesh could not be dispelled, and the pungent smell of blood seemed to be still swirling in his nasal cavity at this moment, making him almost vomit.

What happened tonight did not shock Fang Cheng less than the bloody battle with the experimental subjects and the mermaid group he saw on Yong'an Island.

The familiar city, the bustling crowds, seemed to be shrouded in a thicker layer of mist, and strange and bizarre figures appeared and disappeared in it.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart, in some unknown corners, how many unimaginable demons and ghosts are hidden?

Are they like ghouls, baring their teeth and claws, or do they have more subtle methods?

My previously firm understanding of life, like a sandcastle on the beach, was constantly washed away and rebuilt by a series of bizarre experiences.

Even now, the sights I have seen are probably just the tip of the iceberg.

Outside the window, the city's neon signs flickered incessantly.

Those lights pierced through layers of darkness, only leaking a few eerie rays of colored light through the gaps in the curtains, painting the bedroom with a hazy atmosphere.

The light and shadows twisted and swayed on the ground and walls, vaguely outlining strange and inexplicable contours.

Like pairs of scarlet eyes, silently watching from the darkness, spying on this chaotic city hidden beneath its glamorous exterior.

Fang Cheng couldn't help but cast his gaze over, meeting those eyes.

Just like Professor Wu Dewang said back then.

Once you've witnessed this bloody and cruel world, it's hard to go back to living a peaceful and ordinary life with peace of mind.

To avoid danger befalling oneself and eliminate any hidden troubles, one's own fists are the only truth to solve all problems.

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But now, my strength is far from strong enough.

I am neither comparable to the ghoul leader who calls himself 'Jiang Chen,' nor can I contend with violent institutions like the military.

The room was mostly swallowed by darkness, cold and silent.

Fang Cheng's eyes, however, were like two clusters of fiercely burning orange flames, appearing even more terrifying than the darkness.

At the same time, the light in his mind seemed to become brighter and more intense.

"I still need to become stronger, strong enough to dispel the fog of the entire world, face any demons and monsters directly, and illuminate the path that belongs to me!"

Fang Cheng murmured, clenching his fist.

A surge of impulsive desire arose spontaneously, making him eager to get out of bed and exercise, honing his body.

Although he personally witnessed Jiang Chen being attacked by missiles and reduced to ashes, Fang Cheng always had an inexplicable feeling.

Because from this ghoul leader, he vaguely smelled a familiar aura.

It seemed very similar to the evil spirit that possessed He Yao's body before.

If that's the case, I'm afraid this matter is far from over, and there is still a great hidden danger.

Fang Cheng was full of doubts and wanted to enter the mental space again to chat with the "Smiling Devil."

However, due to the police surveillance outside, he couldn't predict whether the Special Task Force had mental ability users who could sense the changes in his mental state.

For safety's sake, he decided to put it aside for the time being and make plans another day.

Fang Cheng tossed and turned, various plans flashing through his mind, pondering.

As time quietly passed, the night became increasingly thick and silent.

The heat in his heart gradually soothed his tense nerves, and his body slowly relaxed.

After being busy all night, Fang Cheng was originally a little tired.

Let's just be honest and get a good night's sleep today.

As this thought emerged, his thoughts gradually drifted away, becoming gentle.

Before long, like the neighbors in this building and the many ordinary people in this city, he peacefully fell into a dream.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

On a winter morning, the city was still wrapped in a layer of tranquil veil.

A few rays of sunlight, like golden threads, quietly squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains.

They first tentatively sprinkled on the desk, gradually expanding their territory, constantly dispelling the darkness and cold left over from last night.

That small patch of bedding favored by the sun, as the temperature rose, also became warm and cozy.

As the light became brighter and brighter, the person in the dream also moved slightly under this warm caress.

Her blue silk hair was slightly disheveled and draped over her shoulders, rubbing against her face with gentle breaths, making her skin even whiter.

Snowy skin, red lips, and delicate eyebrows.

Even her sleeping face had a clear and natural beauty.

It's just that her long eyelashes quivered slightly, as if she was experiencing something unsettling and frightening in her dream, her eyebrows and lips pursed tightly.

"Brother Cheng…"

Zhou Xiumei had a thread of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth, wetting the pillow, and suddenly let out a murmur, slowly waking up.

The moment her consciousness returned, her eyes sparkled with starlight, still retaining the daze and confusion of just waking up.

When she saw the quilt covering her tightly, she vaguely remembered what happened last night.

She suddenly sat up, and her beautiful hair instantly scattered messily on her shoulders.

Then she muttered in annoyance: "Why did I fall asleep…"

Last night, she tried hard to pretend to be studying, enduring her increasingly heavy eyelids, and silently praying that Fang Cheng would return soon.

But the more she looked, the more confused she became, and drowsiness surged like a tide. Her head drooped down little by little, and in the end, she couldn't resist the fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

At this moment, she raised her hand and rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at the bright and warm bedroom, and suddenly realized.

"Brother Cheng must be back!"

With this thought, she hurriedly got out of bed, dragging her shoes on the wrong feet, and walked out with a patter, her steps so hurried that she almost tripped herself.

The moment she opened the bedroom door, suddenly, she sniffed her nose, widened her eyes in surprise, and looked towards the kitchen following the scent.

She saw a familiar male figure standing in front of the stove, busying himself left and right.

The gas stove spat out a faint blue flame, and the pressure cooker lid hissed and bubbled.

The man held a kitchen knife and chopped, chopping, chopping, quickly and neatly cutting a beef shank.

The sunlight shone on him, outlining his tall and straight figure, and his serious appearance made people feel warm.

"You're awake, quickly wash up, you can eat soon."

Hearing the movement, Fang Cheng turned around and greeted with a smile.

Seeing that her expression was a little dazed, he then said:

"To thank you for helping me cover last night, I'll treat you to breakfast today, so you can also taste my cooking skills."

Looking at the rich breakfast on the table, there were vegetarian fried noodles, soft-boiled eggs, and freshly squeezed juice.

Zhou Xiumei's nose immediately wrinkled slightly, and her eyes were hazy like misty rain.

Suddenly she remembered something, her face instantly flushed red, and she lowered her head and murmured:

"Brother Cheng, I'm sorry… I shouldn't have… caused you any trouble last night, right?"

"No, not really."

Fang Cheng replied casually while cutting the meat:

"You just slept like a little pig and couldn't be woken up. There was no choice but to let you lie down on my bed to rest, and I went to sleep in my mom's room."

"No, I didn't."

Zhou Xiumei was relieved when she heard this and couldn't help but retort shyly.

Then she remembered something and hurriedly ran back to Fang Cheng's bedroom.

After a while, she came out holding the pillow soaked with saliva in both hands and ran straight out of the house.

Fang Cheng looked at her in surprise:

"What are you doing? Breakfast will be ready soon."

Zhou Xiumei stood at the entrance, changing her shoes, without turning her head.

"I'm going home to wash up and I'll be right back."

Bang.

The door was quickly closed, and Zhou Xiumei went out holding the pillow.

Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly.

He then picked up the kitchen knife and continued to work.

After completing a fragrant tomato scrambled eggs with beef, he glanced at the panel in front of him.

Perhaps it was the added points for attentiveness, this time breakfast only made a few dishes, and it actually increased 8 experience points.

[Cooking lv1 (139/250)]