You are just a lost lamb

 The key is, even if someone kills, who will come to catch them?

Social order has long since collapsed!

Eugene woke up.

End, Day 8.

He leisurely brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then started eating breakfast.

It wasn't until then that he picked up his phone to check.

Huh, Kobe was found and his throat was cut.

Someone in the group tagged him and posted a photo.

That was fast, Eugene estimated Kobe might have been hiding for several days.

Eugene replied in the group: "Add me as a friend, you can come to collect the reward anytime, you decide the time."

After a while, he received a friend request.

He chose to accept it.

The other person said: "I'll come over at three in the afternoon, you leave the stuff at the door."

"Okay," Eugene replied.

He glanced at the person's information, it was Rickey from Building 2.

Thinking that Kobe was also from Building 2, he figured this Rickey must know Kobe to trick him into opening the door and easily kill Kobe.

He didn't care about the process, as long as Kobe died.

Instant noodles and water?

If he wanted, he could fill the entire compound with instant noodles, or flood the entire compound with clean water!

That's how audacious he was.

At noon, Cathy and the others arrived, but before they could set off, Juliet also arrived.

Of course, Eugene wouldn't mind having more people, so he let Juliet in too.

Now the three women were all awkward.

Completely unfamiliar, yet forced to endure together!

Even if Cathy was greatly stimulated, she couldn't accept being manipulated by Eugene with the other two women. But did they have the qualifications to object?

Silently eating, their hungry stomachs reminded them that they couldn't be willful now.

Was Eugene an easy person to deal with?

Of course not.

His hands were already stained with blood, and moreover, he didn't even need to act himself. As long as he provided some supplies, there would be many people willing to serve him.

The present Eugene was like a millionaire in the past, waving large checks. How many women would throw themselves at him, and how many people would be willing to work for him?

The key was, the current situation was different. Eugene didn't make people rich, but he could make them survive.

This responsibility was naturally heavier.

Cathy couldn't help but sigh and said, "If you want, you can even become the king of this compound. Everyone will obey your orders. You want to play with which woman, and she will obediently take off her clothes and wait for your favor in bed, no matter how humiliating the request is."

Eugene chuckled, "I'm not interested in ordering others, but today, let's try something different. How about the back door?"

Cathy blushed and quickly shook her head, "No way!"

She was quite traditional. Even when being affectionate with her husband, they had to turn off the lights.How can you expect her back door?

Eugene didn't force her, but turned to Isabel and Juliet, "What about you two? Whoever listens to me obediently will get a reward—here, a pack of sanitary pads plus a box of face masks!"

Both women couldn't resist the temptation. Even Cathy began to hesitate. She just couldn't accept going through the back door, it was so embarrassing!

After the three women finished eating, Eugene asked them to wash up first. When they all smelled fragrant, hehe.

Spring was in the air.

An hour later, the three women left. Only Cathy walked normally, while Isabel and Juliet walked with a limp.

Eugene was filled with a sense of novelty.

It's not that he liked crooked ways, but there was a sense of freshness. However, after playing around for a while, it was just the same. It didn't feel any better.

It's better to walk the right path in the future.

People shouldn't walk on crooked paths, he thought.

Building 3.

Different from the other buildings, Building 3 had already achieved "unity," completely obeying one person's command. However, he wasn't the building head, but a man named Sloan.

Sloan, currently 51 years old, was a full-time missionary. Originally, his "business" wasn't doing well. The attitude of the locals towards deities was to worship whichever deity they pleased, without specifically limiting it to any particular god. But after the disaster struck, his business suddenly flourished.

Such strange natural disasters easily led people to think of gods. So, Sloan took the opportunity to say that this was a test from the gods, to cleanse people's sins. Only those who believed in the Lord could survive the ordeal. Blah blah blah, he brainwashed all the people in Building 3.

—There must be someone who didn't get brainwashed, right?

The Lord said, "Those who don't believe in me are pagans and should be burned at the stake."

Of course, they wouldn't use burning at the stake nowadays. So, Sloan led the way and killed all these "pagans."

So now, in Building 3, there was only one voice.

The voice of God, which was Sloan's voice.

Although he held great power, all 112 households and a total of 407 people in the entire building were his fervent followers. However, Sloan still had a huge problem.

People "believed" in him because they believed that following him could keep them alive, not some nonsense about salvation.

So, what was the problem now?

Food and water.

He had to solve the problem of survival, otherwise, these believers would kneel before him today, but tomorrow they might dare to dismantle him for stew.

What to do?

His first reaction was naturally to snatch the supplies from Eugene, but Lindsay and others had already proved with their lives that trying to snatch food from the tiger's mouth would only result in being swatted to death. It was simply impossible.

So, there were only two paths to take.

The first was to deceive.

If he could make Eugene also believe in God's words, then he could effortlessly obtain all of Eugene's supplies.

—You should offer a sacrifice to the Lord, isn't that what you should do?

The second was negotiation.

Give Eugene what he needed, and then get the supplies.

After much consideration, Sloan dialed Eugene's number.

The phone was already cut off, so even if the base station could still work, how much longer could it last?

In two more days, they would probably have to go to each other's doorsteps to communicate.

"Hello, Eugene, I'm Sloan, the representative of Building 3," Sloan said. "At the same time, I am also the representative of the Lord in this world. Anyone who believes in the Lord can come to me for salvation."

A charlatan.

Eugene recalled the information about this person.

Oh, indeed there was such a person, spreading the tales of deities and divine punishment on the eve of the apocalypse, claiming that the disaster happened because the gods were displeased with humanity, so only devout believers could survive. Those who didn't believe in the "Lord" would be wiped out.

However, Eugene knew this person had died two days before. So, he didn't really understand this person or this church.

Previously, of course, there was no possibility of any interaction between Eugene and Sloan, but now it was different.

"Do you need something?" Eugene asked casually.

Sloan said, "You're just a lost sheep, misled—"

"Stop," Eugene interrupted him. "Get to the point, otherwise, I'll hang up. Do you know how precious electricity is these days?"

Sloan seemed a bit embarrassed.

Of course, he knew how precious electricity was these days. Some people's phones could still work because of power banks, but how long could power banks last?

If it weren't for the supplies in your hands, do you think I would bother to find you?