November 6, 2023
Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 194 - Little Shao's Secret (2)
There was a sign painted on the back of her metal tag.
On top of the blue primer, there was a white symbol that consisted of 3 petals with 品 character in the center. There was an eye at the center of the 品 character.
Even though part of the sign was missing due to the way the metal tag was cut, she could clearly see that it was the same symbol that Lu Xingchi mentioned.
The small tag had roughly cut edges and looked like it was carelessly cut from scrap metal.
Bei Nuan had noticed a while ago the back of her metal tag was painted white. The back of Lu Xingchi's tag was painted blue with a few white lines. Based on the thickness and texture of the metal tags, they should have all come from the same piece of metal.
And Little Shao's tag happened to have the sign printed on the back.
They had searched high and low when the sign was hidden under their noses.
Bei Nuan hastily went out to call the others, who had been waiting by the door, to come inside.
After Lu Xingchi had come in and taken Little Shao's metal tag to look at, he pondered for a while before asking, "Old Hu should have made these metal tags, right?"
Little Shao answered, "Yup, he said he made these out of scrap metal. This metal is one of a kind on the island. No one else has it. There's no way for anyone to make counterfeit tags."
Wow, there was even a measure against counterfeits.
Jiang Fei had already turned to leave. "Let's go pay Old Hu a visit."
They had gone over the entire island while looking for Bei Nuan yesterday, so they were much more familiar with that giant maze-like cave and had no problem navigating their way through the cave.
Old Hu was still in that remote cave from last time. However, he wasn't playing cards with anyone. He was the only one there.
He was slumped in his chair like mud sliding down from a wall and half-drunk from drinking wine from a stainless steel cup. His gaze was empty, and his eyes were blurred. He was staring at the top of the cave in a daze.
The wine that he was drinking was probably a home-brewed kind. It had a strong smell that could be smelled from afar.
Seeing the group of people entering the cave, he asked in a dazed state, "Do you need something?"
"Yeah, we have questions." Lu Xingchi raised his hand. His metal tag was dangling from his slender fingers and swaying.
"Did you make this?"
Old Hu had drunk a lot of wine. He glanced at the metal tag and didn't take Lu Xingchi seriously.
He went back to drinking and didn't care to answer Lu Xingchi's question. He picked up his cup and replied, "Why should I tell you if I made it or not?"
Lu Xingchi's expression didn't change.
The cup suddenly fell out of Old Hu's hand. As if it was snatched away from someone, the cup flew into the air and stayed hovering. A few seconds later, the perfectly good cup was turned into a pitiful ball as if an invisible and violent hand had crushed it.
The remaining wine in the cup was squeezed out and splashed onto Old Hu like rain droplets.
"My patience is limited."
Lu Xingchi was still holding the string of the metal tag with his fingers. He asked again, "Did you make this?"
Even if Old Hu was drunk, he knew that something abnormal had happened. He didn't dare to provoke Lu Xingchi.
After recovering from his surprise, he finally answered, "I made all of them."
"Where did you get the metal to make them?" Lu Xingchi shook the metal tag again.
Old Hu tried his best to think with his heavily alcohol-encumbered brain. "I used the boxes in the warehouse. There's a lot of empty boxes in the warehouse. I took out a few boxes, took them apart, and made several boxes of metal tags. I still have plenty of tags left over."
"Do you have any of those empty boxes left intact?" Lu Xingchi asked.
"Yeah."
Lu Xingchi didn't say anything and looked at him with a gaze of "Why aren't you bringing it out to give me?"
Old Hu quickly stood up. He was drunk and couldn't stand stably. Doing his best to not fall down, he staggered over to the wall and took out a metal box from behind the curtains where various bits and bobs were stored.
The metal box was blue with white stripes painted in some spots.
Bei Nuan immediately saw the sign that Lu Xingchi had mentioned before. The sign was on the corner of the box along with a few letters and a few lines of tiny text.
Lu Xingchi crouched down and turned over the box to carefully examine it.
"It's a box for humanitarian aid supplies," Lu Xingchi said to the others, "The box was donated by an organization called LBD."
"Have you heard of LBD?" Lu Xingchi looked up and asked Old Hu.
It took Old Hu a lot of effort to get back into his chair. He sat down and tried his best to keep his alcohol-reddened eyes open. "Huh?"
Lu Xingchi changed his question. "Has the island received humanitarian aid before?"
Old Hu knew the answer to this question.
"This area is flooded every year. Two years ago, the storm was so big that Yanhe River's embankments were flooded, which submerged a lot of farmland."
Bei Nuan had read in the novel that this country had suffered natural disasters.
Old Hu continued to say, "After the flood receded, there was famine everywhere. A lot of people died. Later on, people sent over a lot of food and supplies."
November 6, 2023
Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 194 - Little Shao's Secret (2)
There was a sign painted on the back of her metal tag.
On top of the blue primer, there was a white symbol that consisted of 3 petals with 品 character in the center. There was an eye at the center of the 品 character.
Even though part of the sign was missing due to the way the metal tag was cut, she could clearly see that it was the same symbol that Lu Xingchi mentioned.
The small tag had roughly cut edges and looked like it was carelessly cut from scrap metal.
Bei Nuan had noticed a while ago the back of her metal tag was painted white. The back of Lu Xingchi's tag was painted blue with a few white lines. Based on the thickness and texture of the metal tags, they should have all come from the same piece of metal.
And Little Shao's tag happened to have the sign printed on the back.
They had searched high and low when the sign was hidden under their noses.
Bei Nuan hastily went out to call the others, who had been waiting by the door, to come inside.
After Lu Xingchi had come in and taken Little Shao's metal tag to look at, he pondered for a while before asking, "Old Hu should have made these metal tags, right?"
Little Shao answered, "Yup, he said he made these out of scrap metal. This metal is one of a kind on the island. No one else has it. There's no way for anyone to make counterfeit tags."
Wow, there was even a measure against counterfeits.
Jiang Fei had already turned to leave. "Let's go pay Old Hu a visit."
They had gone over the entire island while looking for Bei Nuan yesterday, so they were much more familiar with that giant maze-like cave and had no problem navigating their way through the cave.
Old Hu was still in that remote cave from last time. However, he wasn't playing cards with anyone. He was the only one there.
He was slumped in his chair like mud sliding down from a wall and half-drunk from drinking wine from a stainless steel cup. His gaze was empty, and his eyes were blurred. He was staring at the top of the cave in a daze.
The wine that he was drinking was probably a home-brewed kind. It had a strong smell that could be smelled from afar.
Seeing the group of people entering the cave, he asked in a dazed state, "Do you need something?"
"Yeah, we have questions." Lu Xingchi raised his hand. His metal tag was dangling from his slender fingers and swaying.
"Did you make this?"
Old Hu had drunk a lot of wine. He glanced at the metal tag and didn't take Lu Xingchi seriously.
He went back to drinking and didn't care to answer Lu Xingchi's question. He picked up his cup and replied, "Why should I tell you if I made it or not?"
Lu Xingchi's expression didn't change.
The cup suddenly fell out of Old Hu's hand. As if it was snatched away from someone, the cup flew into the air and stayed hovering. A few seconds later, the perfectly good cup was turned into a pitiful ball as if an invisible and violent hand had crushed it.
The remaining wine in the cup was squeezed out and splashed onto Old Hu like rain droplets.
"My patience is limited."
Lu Xingchi was still holding the string of the metal tag with his fingers. He asked again, "Did you make this?"
Even if Old Hu was drunk, he knew that something abnormal had happened. He didn't dare to provoke Lu Xingchi.
After recovering from his surprise, he finally answered, "I made all of them."
"Where did you get the metal to make them?" Lu Xingchi shook the metal tag again.
Old Hu tried his best to think with his heavily alcohol-encumbered brain. "I used the boxes in the warehouse. There's a lot of empty boxes in the warehouse. I took out a few boxes, took them apart, and made several boxes of metal tags. I still have plenty of tags left over."
"Do you have any of those empty boxes left intact?" Lu Xingchi asked.
"Yeah."
Lu Xingchi didn't say anything and looked at him with a gaze of "Why aren't you bringing it out to give me?"
Old Hu quickly stood up. He was drunk and couldn't stand stably. Doing his best to not fall down, he staggered over to the wall and took out a metal box from behind the curtains where various bits and bobs were stored.
The metal box was blue with white stripes painted in some spots.
Bei Nuan immediately saw the sign that Lu Xingchi had mentioned before. The sign was on the corner of the box along with a few letters and a few lines of tiny text.
Lu Xingchi crouched down and turned over the box to carefully examine it.
"It's a box for humanitarian aid supplies," Lu Xingchi said to the others, "The box was donated by an organization called LBD."
"Have you heard of LBD?" Lu Xingchi looked up and asked Old Hu.
It took Old Hu a lot of effort to get back into his chair. He sat down and tried his best to keep his alcohol-reddened eyes open. "Huh?"
Lu Xingchi changed his question. "Has the island received humanitarian aid before?"
Old Hu knew the answer to this question.
"This area is flooded every year. Two years ago, the storm was so big that Yanhe River's embankments were flooded, which submerged a lot of farmland."
Bei Nuan had read in the novel that this country had suffered natural disasters.
Old Hu continued to say, "After the flood receded, there was famine everywhere. A lot of people died. Later on, people sent over a lot of food and supplies."
