Quick Transmigration: What to Do When the Male Supporting Character You Saved Becomes Obsessed with

Chapter 407 "Infecting the World" - Male Mother (18)

Seeing her blank expression, Liao Tingyuan knew that she had reached her mental limit.

I was originally planning to go down and make a few more trips myself to deal with these things.

Unexpectedly, before he could even speak, Lu Liruan picked up the bag first, as if she had just come back from the supermarket.

She started walking downstairs, and after she had gone a short distance, she turned around and stared intently at Liao Tingyuan: "You can't pull it? I'll help you?"

"...No need." Liao Tingyuan swallowed his words; it was best not to provoke her at this moment.

He looked thin, but he was actually incredibly strong. That thing... even without its head, was no problem for him.

So, in the quiet summer night, a man and a woman, one carrying and the other dragging, left a trail of blood behind them.

They looked like a pair of male and female murderers.

The trash cans outside probably never imagined that one day they would shoulder such a significant function as disposing of corpses.

After Liao Tingyuan threw the things in, even though it was full, a piece still spilled out...

"Phew—" Lu Liruan looked down at the red marks on her palms from the plastic bag.

Turning to Liao Tingyuan, he said, "Let's go out and buy a few more large packs tomorrow during the day. It seems like we don't have enough at home."

His tone was casual, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow.

Liao Tingyuan pursed his lips: "Okay."

The two of them walked with heavy steps. It was hotter tonight than a few days ago. The dog days of summer were just around the corner, and the humidity was even higher. Their skin always felt damp and sticky.

As they passed the exercise equipment, Liao Tingyuan tentatively asked Lu Liruan, "Would you like to rest outside for a bit?"

Lu Liruan glanced at it, then shook her head: "Forget it, don't scare my brother anymore."

"Probably not..." Liao Tingyuan pondered.

Lu Liruan shook her head again: "Forget it, I think the two of us..."

She sighed deeply: "We should do more good deeds."

Liao Tingyuan really wanted to say: "It's probably too late to accumulate now, isn't it?"

But seeing Lu Liruan's still somewhat dazed gaze, he ultimately didn't say anything.

He told Lu Liruan to wait there for a moment, then turned around and went back to the supermarket to buy two popsicles.

He unwrapped the packaging and held it to Lu Liruan's lips.

Lu Liruan subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked it. The sweet and cool taste made her numb nerves realize that she was now... back in reality.

She took the popsicle from Liao Tingyuan, took a big bite, and felt a jolt of cold air in her head.

Lemon flavored.

Turning his head, he saw the orange-flavored drink Liao Tingyuan was eating today.

The two of them walked to the entrance of the building while eating popsicles.

Looking at the dark stairwell entrance.

They looked at each other and let out a long sigh.

Lu Liruan ultimately did not go to Liao Tingyuan's house to use the air conditioner.

She felt icy cold all over, inside and out, and desperately wanted to break a sweat.

"You..." Liao Tingyuan saw her to the door and patiently and earnestly instructed her, "If you need anything, you can come over anytime."

Lu Liruan knew he was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it and would be scared alone. She was grateful, but she couldn't think of anything else right now. She could only force a smile and say, "Don't worry, we're not just friends anymore. I definitely won't hold back!"

Liao Tingyuan understood her forced composure, but he didn't nag her in an annoying way. He nodded, patted Lu Liruan's head, closed the door for her, and then left.

Lu Liruan leaned against the door, then slid down and collapsed onto the ground.

Listen to the rhythmic, unhurried footsteps going up the corridor.

Just a few days ago, she found Liao Tingyuan's footsteps creepy, but now she feels safe listening to them.

Having people around you who are emotionally stable is already an excellent prerequisite, no matter what you do. What's more, they are not only emotionally stable, but also thoughtful, caring, and gentle, and have an off-the-charts fighting ability.

Lu Liruan found a comedy show, turned it up to the maximum volume on her phone, threw it next to her pillow, and closed her eyes.

Laughter could be heard from inside from time to time, but Lu Liruan couldn't hear it at all, treating it as just background noise.

She didn't know when she finally fell asleep, but when she woke up again, it was already past 11 a.m.

Lu Liruan felt her head was heavy and her legs were light. She struggled to get up to wash up, thinking that she must have stood Liao Tingyuan up today.

He guessed that someone had already gone out alone.

Thinking this, Lu Liruan still sent him a message, and to her surprise, Liao Tingyuan replied immediately: "Just woke up?"

"Ah."

"Are you available now? Would you like to come up or should I come down?"

Lu Liruan was taken aback. Did he mean he was still at home?

"I'll go up."

Lu Liruan thought he wanted to discuss going out again, so she quickly wiped her face, grabbed a dress to change into, and went upstairs.

"You're here so fast?" Liao Tingyuan could already hear her hurried footsteps before he opened the door.

"Sorry, I overslept... I've made things difficult."

What happened last night really made Lu Liruan realize the seriousness of the situation. Now she is even more eager than Liao Tingyuan to find someone from their workplace.

If we can find someone who can solve this problem, wouldn't it be possible for me and Liao Tingyuan to stop facing all this?

"No, I overslept too, so I'll rest today." Liao Tingyuan smiled slightly: "I wanted to ask if you'd like to eat?"

Lu Liruan slumped onto Liao Tingyuan's sofa: "I have no appetite at all."

"What's wrong?" Liao Tingyuan walked over and saw her raise her hand, frowning as she held her head.

"Headache……"

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"No, there isn't any at home." Lu Liruan spoke listlessly; even the slightest movement caused a lingering headache.

"I'll go find you some medicine." Liao Tingyuan bent down and touched Lu Liruan's forehead. Lu Liruan hissed as his palm was cold.

He complained, "Your hands are so cold, what can you possibly detect?"

Liao Tingyuan touched Lu Liruan's forehead, then touched his own: "No fever."

He rummaged through the drawer and pulled out a medicine box, placed it on his lap, sat down next to Lu Liruan, and began searching through it.

Lu Liruan leaned closer to look, supporting herself on Liao Tingyuan's leg with her hands, and raised her upper body to peek over the shoulder.

His medicine box was neatly organized, with different medicines arranged in a tidy manner, each labeled with a simple note indicating its name, effects, and usage instructions.

This way, you don't have to take out each medicine box to see what kind of medicine it is, or look up the instructions to see the dosage.

Lu Liruan found Liao Tingyuan's calligraphy very beautiful; it was the kind of regular script with sharp angles and clear strokes.

"You've studied calligraphy?"

"I've learned a little bit. When I used to teach children to write, I couldn't let the teacher's handwriting be bad, could I?"

Liao Tingyuan gently tapped her furrowed brow: "If you have a headache, lie down and don't move. The more you move, the more it will hurt."

"Oh." Lu Liruan felt like a child being taken care of in his hands. He even took two pills at a time, poured warm water for her, and fed her the medicine.

Lu Liruan didn't know which brand of medicine Liao Tingyuan was giving her, but it worked quite well. She quietly leaned against the sofa, her eyes half-closed, moving with Liao Tingyuan's movements.

He was busy in the kitchen for a while when a delicious aroma wafted over.

Lu Liruan saw the white steam rising from the pot, partially enveloping Liao Tingyuan's thin figure, making him look warm and cozy.

Lu Liruan was getting sleepy again, and she vaguely thought: It seems like it's been many years since anyone has taken such good care of me.

In recent years, when I'm sick or feeling unwell, I've always just toughed it out, taken a couple of pills, and often forgot about them by the time I took them.

When I'm busy at work, I feel terrible but still have to go to work. It's not that I'm particularly strong, but what else can I do?

It's been so long... When I feel unwell, I can just do nothing and wait to be taken care of properly.

As Lu Liruan was thinking, she suddenly heard Liao Tingyuan's voice, which woke her up: "Come and have something to eat before you rest."

Following the aroma, Lu Liruan approached the table and saw two medium-sized bowls filled with noodle soup, made with tomatoes and eggs, and topped with a few chopped spinach leaves, cooked until soft.

Liao Tingyuan then pulled out a glass jar from somewhere, filled with bright green Laba garlic.

"Where did this come from?" Lu Liruan asked in surprise. The last time she ate this was when her mother made it at home using a canning jar.

"I made two jars of this on Laba Festival, and I still haven't finished them. Don't worry, they haven't gone bad." Liao Tingyuan thought she was worried about that, so he unscrewed the jars to show her.

Lu Liruan smelled the unique vinegary aroma of Laba garlic and suddenly felt hungry.

The two sat facing each other at the table, quietly and quickly eating the noodles in their bowls; it was clear they were both hungry.

After finishing a bowl of soup noodles, Lu Liruan felt much better, both inside and out.

She jumped up like a rabbit and this time she got the chance to wash the dishes.

"Are we going out this afternoon?" Lu Liruan asked, peeking out from behind her window.

She just saw that Liao Tingyuan had placed the large ladle he had used as a weapon last night on the ground at the kitchen doorway.

"go shopping."

"What should I buy?" Lu Liruan couldn't think of anything for a moment.

"……trash bag."

"Oh, okay, I'll go with you," Lu Liruan remembered.

"I think we still need to figure out who that thing really is... It should be a person, right?"

"Hmm." Liao Tingyuan leaned against the kitchen doorway and nodded. "But he didn't have anything on him to prove his identity, and we couldn't see his face."

"Huh? How did you know?" Lu Liruan asked in confusion.

"I searched him all over before I wrapped him up yesterday," Liao Tingyuan said casually.

Lu Liruan: Your mental fortitude is a bit too strong, isn't it?

"What should we do then?" Lu Liruan frowned. "According to the pattern, that thing will appear again tonight, right?"

"In terms of patterns, yes, the pattern of this infection seems to be overlapping."

Lu Liruan understood what he meant by "overlay"—each night was like a layer.

The second layer is overlaid on top of the first layer, and the contents of the first layer and the contents of the second layer coexist. This process continues, with layers being overlaid on top of each other.

I just don't know when this will ever end.

Or are they going to keep adding layers of the infection layer every day as long as they can't find the source of the infection...?

If that's the case, what will happen to our front door in the middle of the night if we and Liao Tingyuan never find the source of infection?

Plants vs. Zombies (Hard Mode)?

Damn, she's not a Peashooter!

After resting for a while, the two went downstairs together. Seeing the lively scene in the community below, Lu Liruan felt as if she had been in another world.

The sun was shining brightly today, making people squint. Liao Tingyuan was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt underneath a long-sleeved sun-protective jacket.

Lu Liruan now knew why he always wore long sleeves: he needed to wear gloves to cover his unusual hand, and wearing short sleeves with gloves would look too conspicuous.

As Lu Liruan walked through the community garden, she saw the little boy and his mother from that day walking towards her.

"I'm not faking illness! I'm not faking illness—" the little boy cried loudly, his mother holding his hand as he stomped his feet.

"Can you please stop bothering your mother! You're neglecting your studies because of a cat! Didn't I say that if you get good grades on your final exams, I'll buy you another one!"

The woman's gaze didn't even fall on her son; she seemed very impatient. Wearing high heels, she grabbed the boy's arm and walked quickly forward.

"Waaah—I don't want another cat! I want my original cat!" Upon hearing this, the little boy cried even harder: "I didn't pretend to be sick! I threw up at school at noon, why are you saying I'm faking it!"

The mother and son argued as they passed by Lu Liruan and Liao Tingyuan.

Lu Liruan looked up and saw Liao Tingyuan standing under the shade of a tree, watching the backs of the mother and child with her.

“I saw this child a few days ago. He was looking for the cat in the yard.” Lu Liruan stood with him in the shade of a tree, and the two looked at each other.

They could see the same thought in each other's eyes: they were both now very sensitive to the word "cat".

"Never mind, let's go buy things first." Liao Tingyuan watched the mother and son's figures disappear.

Even though they could no longer see him, they could still hear the little boy's even more heart-wrenching cries.

Lu Liruan noticed that the woman was wearing high heels, but there was a large bruise on her calf, almost the size of a fist.

After arriving at the supermarket, Liao Tingyuan took a garbage bag. When Lu Liruan found him, he was standing in the kitchenware area.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" Lu Liruan asked, holding half a watermelon.

"Would you... like to take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Lu Liruan walked over, puzzled.

Liao Tingyuan pointed to a row of woks of different sizes, and a row of frying pans next to them: "Do you think those would be more convenient for you to use?"

Lu Liruan: ...

"Have you ever watched Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?" Lu Liruan asked thoughtfully.

Liao Tingyuan suddenly remembered something.

"Don't worry, you used a frying pan, so that thing won't be so weird as to come back."

Lu Liruan: ...Don't tell me lame jokes here.