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Just as he appeared, he was indifferent to life and death. But is there really someone who has transcended to such a degree? Everyone had their doubts. Perhaps this was just a facade he deliberately put on to confuse them.
"Now we still have time; why don't we think it over?" Jiang Jie suggested. She felt they could wait a little longer; perhaps they might discover some clues. If there was truly no other option, they would have to vote for Yan Qing.
Her suggestion was met with agreement from the others. "Alright, let's set a deadline of ten hours. By then, we must vote," Tan Ming said. The longer they delayed, the greater the risk for everyone.
"Okay."
"Sounds good."
"Then it's settled."
Everyone dispersed. After the stored rations in the restaurant were burned, anxiety about their situation began to spread, and everyone started searching for supplies, including Si.
Fan Xiaonan wanted to team up with Dr. Wang, but Dr. Wang merely smiled politely and declined, turning towards Showa Road. Showa Road led to Zheng Lou, where there was a small restaurant behind it. Fan Xiaonan didn’t think there would be any supplies there and turned to follow Zhang Liu instead.
Four hours later, people gradually returned to Fountain Square. Zhang Yan approached with several classmates carrying a wooden frame that held a few fish over a meter long, tied with ropes. They had caught these from the river in front of the library.
Since their food had been burned, they hadn’t eaten anything yet. Several campfires were set up in the square, with iron pots simmering rice porridge over the flames. Zhang Yan instructed someone to place the fish down. "Ke Master, can you see what dish we can make?"
Ke Jianping stared at the steaming rice porridge, seemingly a bit out of sorts, completely unresponsive.
Zhang Yan called out a second time before he snapped back to reality. He lifted his head slightly and suggested, "Let's make some fish soup."
"Alright." Zhang Yan stayed behind with a few others to help handle the fish and meat.
Dr. Wang and Master Ban returned and joined in to lend a hand as well.
Tan Ming and Yan Qing waited by a patch of overgrown grass for Qi Qiuluo. Tan Ming stood upright, while Yan Qing casually leaned against a large rock, sitting on the ground with his chin resting on his knees, eyes closed in a semblance of sleep.
Qi Qiuluo had just returned from searching for medicine at the hospital when he spotted them. He placed the supplies he had found on the ground and strode over.
Tan Ming was direct, cutting to the chase. "If you say he’s not dead, then tell me what you know."
"What do I know?" Qi Qiuluo retorted, adopting an attitude that suggested he would deny everything no matter what.
Tan Ming's gaze turned cold.
Qi Qiuluo chuckled lightly as he walked past him. When he reached Yan Qing, he paused for a moment and whispered, "Do you still trust him? Yan Qing, you're even more foolish than I am."
But then again, without this so-called unity, given Tan Ming's family background, he would indeed be an object of pursuit for many.
Tan Ming had never spoken about his family; it was Zhang Liu who had intentionally revealed that he was from the city and lived in a nationally renowned villa area with a prestigious position. From his demeanor, conduct, and eloquence, everyone guessed at his identity.
Moreover, he had inadvertently mentioned that he had grown up alongside Tan Ming and had known him for a long time, which indirectly informed everyone about Tan Ming's background.
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