Meanwhile, he was cursing internally. I'm just sick of running all over the place and want you to wrap up this mess already! He'd already made up his mind to settle down in this area. When they were searching the buildings one by one earlier, he'd noticed that the warehouse next door had tons of winter clothing and food. It was enough for him to live on for decades. He didn't want to keep drifting anymore. He wanted to settle down and live off these supplies. But he said insincerely, "Jarvis, your brother is my brother. We're best friends!" Jarvis said nothing more. He closed his eyes and tried again, then sighed. "Current location." Matthew clicked his tongue. "This is really weird. You can track both the living and the dead, so there's nothing wrong with your tracking technique!" He scratched his head. "Could the problem be on their end?" The two were at a complete loss. What problem could they have? Had they vanished from this world or something? Jarvis refused to give up. He dragged Matthew along for another thorough search, even exploring every inch of the tunnels. They still found nothing. During this time, they even got lost in the confusing maze of tunnels. Since the corpses they'd seen earlier had died in such bizarre ways, Matthew thought they'd been trapped in some kind of supernatural loop. He knelt on the ground crying his eyes out, his legs so weak he couldn't stand. In the end, Jarvis had to carry him out on his back. Matthew was heavily built and heavy as hell. Not only that, but he'd been so scared that he'd lost control of his bladder and pissed all over him.Since both of them were wearing several layers of clothing, Jarvis didn't notice at first. It wasn't until he smelled the strong stench of urine that he realized something was wrong. He cursed up a storm for quite a while. While the two of them were in complete chaos, Natalie and Cassian in the storage space had no idea that two people were frantically searching for them outside. They took a comfortable bath together and had a good night's sleep in the temperature-controlled villa. ... Meanwhile, in downtown Greendale, beside the wrecked truck... "Honey, these people died so horribly..." "Don't be scared, babe. The bad guys are gone. We'll finish siphoning the fuel and head upstairs right away. Everything will be fine." "Okay, honey. I trust you to keep me safe!" "Don't worry, babe! Your husband..." Before he could finish, their neighbor clicked his tongue impatiently. "Would you two give it a rest? Can you please stop being so lovey-dovey? We're outside, not in your bedroom! Get to work!" The three people standing by the truck were the couple who'd been arguing earlier and their neighbor. Since they'd gone home in time earlier, they'd escaped disaster and hadn't been killed by Jarvis like the others. Now seeing that all their neighbors were dead and there was an abandoned truck downstairs, the three of them wanted to take the opportunity to stock up on supplies. The man glared and started cursing at his neighbor. "You little punk, what's your hurry? This wasn't even your share to begin with, but you insisted on horning in!"The neighbor also glared angrily. "Finders keepers! Why shouldn't I get a share? Are you collecting this fuel or not? If not, I'll take it all myself!" Fuel was valuable stuff. Whether selling it to the Greendale Gang or trading it privately, it could be exchanged for plenty of food. Seeing the neighbor's bad attitude, the man raised his fist, ready to fight, but his wife stopped him. "Don't waste time arguing with him. It's already dark! Let's hurry up and finish collecting the fuel. We still need to go collect supplies from the other apartments!" With all their neighbors gone, the supplies in the building naturally belonged to the few survivors. The weather was extremely cold right now. She already had frostbite, and standing outside like this wouldn't do at all. So both sides stopped arguing, quickly divided up the fuel, and headed back inside the building to scavenge for supplies. ... Meanwhile, empty-handed, Jarvis and Matthew followed the messy footprints outside the alley to Grand Mall. As soon as they stepped inside, they saw a bloody crime scene. Mountains of corpses and the stench of blood delivered a double assault on Matthew's vision and sense of smell. His legs went weak and he nearly pissed himself again. Jarvis looked at his cowardly appearance and frowned. "I killed so many people before and didn't see you this scared. What's gotten into you today?" Matthew was on the verge of tears. "How is that the same thing?!" Jarvis was his companion. When he killed people, Matthew was the beneficiary. What was there to be afraid of? But here it was different. The more corpses there were, the more dangerous their situation was.He didn't want to become a victim too and end up lying with these corpses. Since entering the ancient city, the two of them hadn't seen a single living person. Combined with the abnormality of Jarvis's tracking technique, Matthew felt he was in unprecedented danger. People fear the unknown most of all. But fear or not, he still forced himself to overcome his terror and examine these corpses together with Jarvis. Then they discovered that the people here had died in yet another completely new way—gunshot wounds.