Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 245 - That was the same address as her home in another world (2)
The group put the meal tickets away and carried their daily necessities with them as they looked for their assigned housing.
The base was like a small town that was operating normally. There were plenty of pedestrians on the streets.
The only difference was that the town had been abandoned for a long time, and the scenery was dilapidated. There were overgrown weeds in the cracks of the sidewalks. The pedestrians were emaciated and walking quickly.
There were no civilian vehicles on the road, only a convoy that rumbled past them. The convoy was probably on a mission to look for supplies outside the city.
These buildings were the products of standardized construction and were neatly arranged in blocks. It wasn't difficult to find their assigned housing.
They were soon standing in front of an outdated building that wasn't any different from the neighboring buildings. The building only had six floors, so unit 602 was on the top floor.
The team climbed up the narrow staircase.
There were already many people living in the units downstairs, and they could hear their voices from the staircase. Although the building was old, it was quite lively.
When they got to the 6th floor and found Apt 602, Lu Xingchi inserted the key into the keyhole.
The apartment seemed to have been abandoned for a while, and the lock was stuck and wasn't easy to turn. Lu Xingchi tried unlocking the door the normal way for a while before giving up, taking the key out, and putting his hand over the lock.
The door opened.
The door faced a window of the living room. The sunshine was so bright that Bei Nuan had to close her eyes for a moment.
Bei Nuan blinked and adjusted to the light.
The inside of the apartment wasn't run down at all as if someone had been living here recently. The interior was bright and clean without any dust. The shoe rack was filled with shoes. There was a white porcelain tea cup on the coffee table as if the owner of the apartment had just left.
Bei Nuan surveyed every little detail of the apartment under the dazzling sunshine.
"Bei Nuan? Bei Nuan?" It felt as if Lu Xingchi's voice was coming from far away
She felt someone holding her shoulder.
Bei Nuan gently broke away from that person. As if she had returned home, she flung off her shoes, tossed off her backpack, and briskly walked into the bigger bedroom.
"Dad? Are you there?"
The large bed in the bigger bedroom was simple and clean. A dark-colored men's jacket was draped on the chair by the bed, but there was no one in the bedroom.
"Dad?"
If he wasn't in the bedroom, then he must be cooking in the kitchen.
Bei Nuan ran into the kitchen.
The kitchen countertops were neatly tidied and a familiar blue plaid apron was hanging behind the door, but there was no one here either.
Bei Nuan opened the door of the other room.
Her small twin-sized wooden bed was there along with the plush long pillow she had hugged since childhood. The books on the bookshelf were haphazardly piled.
Bei Nuan blankly stood in the doorway for a while before rushing to the balcony.
There was no one on the balcony. Her dad wasn't hiding there to secretly smoke. The bathroom was also empty.
Dejected, Bei Nuan returned to the living room.
"Bei Nuan, what's wrong?" Lu Xingchi asked.
Bei Nuan crouched down in the middle of the living room, hugged her knees, and bitterly cried.
Down to the finest detail, Building 12, Section 2, Apt 602 was her home. It was her home in another world when her dad was still alive.
After her dad died, her home changed a lot. She moved away the furniture in the bigger bedroom, replaced it with two twin-sized beds, and rented out the room to earn money for household expenses.
But, this apartment matched how the apartment looked before her dad died. Everything was the same as before as if time had stopped at her happiest time and the past years never existed.
In this distant world, in the base of the apocalypse, a copy of her home actually existed. It was so strange, but she wasn't scared because this place was bright, warm, and familiar. It was as if her dad was just here and had just temporarily gone out to buy something that he had missed buying earlier.
The other three were still standing by the doorway and confused about Bei Nuan's odd behavior.
Lu Xingchi crouched down next to her and gently stroked her back. He quietly waited for her to finish crying.
When Bei Nuan's heavy stream of tears finally stopped and there was only ragged breathing left, Lu Xingchi moved her to the sofa.
Jiang Fei came over too and asked Bei Nuan, "What's wrong?"
Lu Xingchi answered for her, "If I didn't guess wrong, this apartment is very similar to her home."
Bei Nuan pulled out a tissue from the familiar tissue box cover. She wiped her face and blew her nose. She was overwhelmed with emotions.
"It's not similar to my home. It's my home." Bei Nuan pulled out another tissue and said while sobbing, "I made this bunny tissue box cover when I was a kid. One of the ears fell off, and I was too lazy to sew it back on. I stuck it back on with a hot glue gun."
Lu Xingchi picked up the tissue box and pushed the ears to the side to see the spots that were connected to the bunny's head.
Sure enough, one ear was sewn and the one was stuck on with hot glue.
"There's no need to check," Bei Nuan spoked in a muffled voice, "It's my home. Of course I can recognize it. My school uniform is hanging on the balcony, and my backpack is hanging on the door hanger."
"And those shoes on the shoe rack," Bei Nuan paused and quietly said, "They belong to my dad and I."
Every detail brought back familiar memories. She had thought those memories were lost a long time ago, but they were still there. The slightest reminder was enough to jog her memories.
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