Chapter Thirty-Six: Drink!
"Much smarter than ordinary people."
I hadn't hidden that point. Tuanzi's intelligence had already surpassed that of humans in many ways.
"Then how does it think? What is it doing now? Why is it getting smaller and smaller?"
Long Xian was no longer the solemn, silent old man reminiscing about the past. Instead, he seemed more like a curious child studying something new and fascinating. He stared at Tuanzi with burning eyes and kept asking question after question.
"That's a trade secret."
I looked at Long Xian and blinked, speaking with a hint of mischief. The moment he heard that, his old face darkened.
"What do you mean, a trade secret!? Science has nothing to do with money!!"
"But without money, what are you going to use to conduct research?"
"I!"
Long Xian froze. He seemed to want to argue, but was left speechless, making me smile faintly.
"Enough. Stop wasting your effort. I'm not going to tell you all of Tuanzi's secrets. What if you really went crazy researching it? Then I'd become a sinner."
Although the number of lives on my hands was already countless—that was an exaggeration, of course, but there had definitely been eight or nine hundred—
If zombies didn't count as human lives,
then the number was impossible to estimate.
Although I had reached the point where I could kill without batting an eye, achieving a mental state I had never wanted before, I felt it wasn't necessarily a major problem.
In this cruel apocalypse, killing wasn't wrong. What was wrong was killing indiscriminately, massacring, and torturing.
Killing with a purpose, killing in order to survive—there wasn't much anyone could say about that.
How should I put it...? Half of my life in the apocalypse had probably been good and half bad,