Complaining About Being in Darkness Is Not as Good as Walking Forward with a Lamp

Fifth floor.

The man struggled, but the rope was tied far too tightly; no matter how he thrashed, it was useless.

"Damn it, where did this lunatic come from? Can't you just mind your own business, you son of a bitch?"

He gnawed at the rope with his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He didn't know what was in store for him, but he hoped to break free before the other party returned.

Footsteps approached.

He looked up to see the lunatic walking in from outside.

"I have no grudge against you, what exactly do you want?" The man was so furious he wanted to hack the guy to death.

He was absolutely sick—definitely suffering from some major mental illness.

"What do I want? Nothing much. You know better than anyone what price needs to be paid for the things you've done." Lin Fan spoke as he returned the woman to her own room; it was the best place for her.

"What's the big deal? I saw a pretty girl and had some fun with her, is that a crime? Fine, fine, even if it is a crime, so what? What are you going to do to me now? Use your self-righteous act to lock me up here and torture me?"

"You're just envious, jealous of me."

The man roared, knowing that the guy in front of him was nothing but a lunatic.

"I'm taking you to the police station." Lin Fan grabbed the rope and dragged him toward the stairs.

The man was stunned, then cursed angrily, "Are you fucking sick? Did I screw your mother or kill your whole family in the past? What I do has nothing to do with you, you asshole."

"Let me go, you son of a bitch. I'm telling you, don't let me get a chance, or I'll definitely kill you, you bastard."

Ignoring the verbal abuse, Lin Fan had no intention of doing anything to him; he was simply doing what he could, in accordance with the rules.

Dragging and pulling, he soon got the man downstairs.

The empty environment was a bit chilling.

The man's heart skipped a beat. It was too dangerous downstairs; no one knew if a zombie might suddenly pop out.

"Last warning, let me go," the man said in a low voice.

Lin Fan ignored him, continuing to drag the man toward the police station.

The road was very quiet. The man was somewhat terrified and didn't dare to bluster loudly, instead whispering warnings to Lin Fan the whole way.

But soon, the man noticed something: this lunatic wasn't worried at all, but rather quite calm.

Damn it, which mental hospital didn't close its doors properly and let this madman out? the man cursed inwardly. He was truly furious. In his opinion, all the mentally ill in the world should be killed; leaving them in society was just a scourge to others.

He saw many mangled corpses with flies circling and dancing above them, making his heart grow colder.

Zombies...

Thinking of those terrifying things, he felt fear.

The police station was surely empty.

If this lunatic took him to the police station, what would the consequences be?

With no one there, huddled in that place, if there were zombies, it would be a dead end.

Thinking of this, the man hardened his heart. His tone turned grim, driven by a desperate urge to go down with the ship. "I'm warning you, let me go now, or we'll just die together."

"Once I've caught you, I won't let you go," Lin Fan said, completely unafraid.

"Are you not afraid of death?" the man asked.

Lin Fan replied, "Everyone is afraid of death. But sometimes, if you let someone go because you're afraid of death, it leads to tragedy for more people. When you think about it, perhaps death isn't that scary after all."

The man was stunned. "Why must you insist on catching me? Can't you just do your own thing and live for yourself?"

"Do you know how to be yourself?" Lin Fan asked.

"???"

"You don't know how to be yourself. The human heart always has two sides: a dark side and a bright side. Which side do you choose? Do you choose the dark side or the bright side? Being yourself isn't just doing whatever you want; it's moving toward the goodness in human nature and trying your best to suppress the darkness within. That is what it means to be yourself." Lin Fan said slowly, "Therefore, when I encounter something like what you did, I must apprehend you."

"Ah... it's the apocalypse! This is the apocalypse, do you even understand? Before the outbreak, I was a law-abiding citizen, but now it's the end of the world. If I don't do it, someone else will." The man was bewildered, feeling a truly indescribable sense of powerlessness.

Lin Fan stopped and looked at him. "Rather than complaining about being in the darkness, it is better to carry a lamp and walk forward. Does it matter if it's the apocalypse or not? It doesn't matter."

The man stared blankly at Lin Fan.

He was truly pushed to the limit. A young punk with mental issues had caught him and insisted on taking him to the police station. No one knew what it had become, but one thing was certain: it was definitely dangerous.

"Are you going to let me go or not? This is your last chance."

"No."

"Fine, I'm going to scream. I'll attract the zombies, and then we'll both die. I don't care; I've tried everything I wanted to try. I have nothing left to fear."

"Oh."

Hearing that simple "oh," the man's face turned red with rage. He truly couldn't fathom what was wrong with this guy.

Was he stupid?

Or was he really not afraid of dying?

If he really attracted the zombies, it would certainly be a dead end.

In the end.

When they arrived at the Huang City police station, he still didn't cry out.

In the end, he was afraid.

The main gate was open, with bloodstains and bloody footprints scattered around.

The man struggled, and it was clear at a glance that the situation here was dire.

Inside, it was completely empty and deathly quiet—a silence that was terrifying.

"What exactly do you want? It's really the apocalypse now, they've all run away, there's no one left! Even if you dragged me here, it's useless," the man roared in a low, strained voice.

"No, you're wrong. There is someone."

Lin Fan stood there, looking ahead.

The man looked at Lin Fan, then followed his gaze to see two bodies. One was a zombie, and the other was a police officer in uniform. He was slumped against the wall with a gun resting by his hand.

"Do you see? They didn't run away. They subdued a zombie. Look at his arm—a chunk of flesh was bitten off. He must have known he was going to turn into a zombie, and fearing he would cause irreparable harm to society and the public, he chose to commit suicide."

Lin Fan sighed, filled with admiration.

The man's breathing grew rapid; he wanted to scream, begging him to stop making up stories in his head.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, the man saw this lunatic pin him to a chair and pick up a pair of handcuffs to lock him down, causing his face to pale in terror.

"Nothing much, just bringing you here and cuffing you up to keep you from running away," Lin Fan said, busy with his task.

He walked over to the police officer. As a good citizen, he had to do what was right.

"Officer, I am a good citizen named Lin Fan. I encountered a criminal outside and brought him here. As for what happens next, that's no longer my business."

He saw paper and a pen on the desk and wrote down the details of the man's crimes, the location, and the time.

At the end, he added:

'I am the whistleblower, Lin Fan, and I take full responsibility for what I have said.'

'Address: Room 704, Unit 2, Building 2, Sunshine Residential Complex.'

'ID Number:...'

'Contact Number:...'

"Alright, goodbye."

Lin Fan waved his hand and walked toward the exit.

A small bulletin board on the wall caught his attention, and he stopped to take a look.

Solidarity is the key to success!

Cultivate virtue to establish one's character!

Discernment brings peace of mind!

Diligence in study increases wisdom!

Lin Fan smiled, stepped out of the gate, and looked up at the sky. Although the surroundings were eerily quiet, the world he saw in his eyes was becoming brighter and brighter.

Look... that is a light.

"Fuck you, seriously, fuck you!" The man struggled, trying to find a way to escape. But now, not only was he tied up, he was also handcuffed. In this situation, do you really think I can get away?

Suddenly, he spotted the handcuff key and a paper-cutting blade on the desk. A surge of hope rose in his heart—a hope for survival.

Gradually, a smile appeared on his face.

"You lunatic, once I get out of here, you're the first one I'm going to kill," the man growled in a rage.

Thump, thump!

The man's legs were immobilized, but he could touch the floor. Using momentum, he slowly scooted the chair toward the desk.

The chair legs scraped against the floor, making a somewhat loud noise.

However, he didn't care about that at all. He hadn't seen any zombies since he came in, so it should be safe.

"Damn it, it's already the apocalypse, so what if I mess with a woman?"

The man was delirious, thinking that after he escaped, he would kill this guy first, then find some tools to leave Huang City and head to the city with the most celebrities.

He really wanted to run into those so-called stars.

With the arrival of the apocalypse, their glamour was gone; they were just pretty, ordinary people with no power to fight back.

He wanted to have them all, to possess the stars he could only fantasize about on television.

In the past, these were just daydreams, but now... everything could become reality.

"Damn it, I need to get out of here first."

Suddenly!

A chilling, low growl echoed through the air.

There was also a creaking sound.

The noise turned the man's face deathly pale, sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked toward the source of the sound in terror.

He discovered a zombie wearing a uniform standing in the doorway.

"No way, how could there be a zombie here?" The man trembled, cold sweat soaking his body. It was as if the moment of retribution had arrived; he felt only fear, without a shred of remorse.

Roar!

The zombie spotted its target, opened its blackened, blood-stained maw, and let out a roar before lunging at him with savage speed.

"Damn it..."

The man let out a miserable shriek.

Squelch.

A large chunk was torn from his neck, and blood sprayed out. The intense pain caused him to writhe violently, struggling to break free, but there was nothing he could do.

"I don't want to die."

If Lin Fan were here, he would surely say...

Look, even after turning into a zombie, it still remains here, punishing those criminals who have committed evil deeds.

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