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Tan Ming got up and took a couple of steps forward when suddenly, behind him, Qi Qiuluo coughed loudly.
His unexpected resurrection startled everyone. They gasped and instinctively took a few steps back. Tan Ming couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
Qi Qiuluo slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as he woke up, he was seized by a fit of violent coughing, as if he were trying to expel his very lungs.
"Damn it, who’s messing with me?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anger.
So, he wasn’t dead after all?
Everyone was stunned to hear him speak, their eyes wide open, momentarily at a loss for how to react.
"You’re not dead?" Shen Jianghuan asked incredulously.
Qi Qiuluo glared at everyone as he sat up, surveying the group before cursing loudly, "Who’s wishing for someone to die?"
Fan Xiaonan, skeptical yet curious, cautiously approached and touched his arm, her eyes widening in surprise as she exclaimed, "It’s warm!"
He really had come back to life.
"Of course it’s warm; if it weren’t, would it be cold?"
After the initial scare, the tension in the room finally eased. The fact that he was alive was the best news they could hope for.
Meanwhile, Tan Ming and Jiang Jie were discussing the situation. Jiang Jie pointed towards the closed door behind them with a serious expression. "That door has been pried open."
The restaurant's kitchen was interconnected; aside from the front entrance they had used, there were other doors leading in and out. After they had taken over the restaurant, they locked that door and left only the front one accessible.
"The arsonist came through that door to start the fire!" she said, her voice tinged with fear. "There’s a murderer hiding among us!"
Zhang Liu looked at several empty oil barrels on the ground and added, "The arsonist first poured oil on the floor before igniting it. That explains how the fire spread so quickly."
"But why set fire to it?" Shen Jianghuan questioned, puzzled by this motive.
Dr. Wang’s gaze was fixed on the oil barrels; he glanced down at his oil-stained shoes, deep in thought.
Tan Ming surveyed the filthy kitchen and the charred remnants of their surroundings, his expression darkening. "The fire was set to cut off our escape route!"
Zhang Liu immediately realized the situation—there was no way back, and food was running low!
Here, there were over ten tons of rice, several tons of flour, and ample oil and other food supplies.
At that moment, the flour area was a complete mess; most of it had been devoured by the raging flames. The remaining bags were charred and torn, with white flour mixed with filthy water on the ground, forming thick, muddy clumps.
The state of the rice was even more tragic. Aside from the portions that had already been burned, many bags were ruined, causing a significant amount of rice to scatter across the floor.
After a careful count, it turned out that less than one-third of the rice remained intact.
A heavy gloom hung over everyone's hearts.
"We probably won't last long with this food!" Shen Jianghuan said, her brow furrowed and worry etched on her face.
Her words echoed the deep-seated concerns of everyone present.
Currently, there were six hundred twenty-one students and one hundred twenty-seven staff members in the restaurant, totaling nearly eight hundred people.
Even if they meticulously rationed the remaining food, it would be a struggle to provide two meals for everyone.
"Let’s not think too much about it for now. If we can have one meal, let’s cherish that meal; if we can save one meal, that would be even better. When the next opportunity arises for us to gather resources from the campus, I will lead everyone to search again for any food we missed last time or haven't moved in yet. That should sustain us for a few more days. If it comes down to it, we might have to swallow our pride and consume those mutated plants and animals outside—even if we have to do it with our eyes closed; we can't let everyone starve," Tan Ming said in a steady tone.
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