"As for the explosion-proof doors and windows, find someone to take care of it tomorrow," Chen Ze reminded me.

"There are no zombies, why the rush?"

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and sneered.

"Shixin, have you lost your mind? If you deceive the fans, you'll end up deceiving yourself. Whether it's a mutation or not, we both know."

Lan Yao unconsciously tightened her scarf, looking bewildered.

"What zombies? What mutation? What are you talking about?"

I pulled off her scarf. "Stop pretending, you've also mutated."

She immediately turned around, but it was nighttime outside, and her appearance was clearly reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window.

Chen Ze stared in disbelief at her gills. "Xiaoyao, you too..."

"Brother Chen Ze, I beg you, don't look," Lan Yao pleaded tearfully.

Chen Ze yelled at me, "Now, are you going to change the doors and windows and stock up on supplies?"

"Both of you have a genetic mutation, not the zombie virus. Besides, I just told the fans there are no zombies, and now if I go and change the doors and windows, how do I explain it if people find out? Don't forget, we signed a confidentiality agreement at the hospital."

Lan Yao, already seen in her ugly state, no longer hid.

"Xinxin, if the zombies come, what's more important, the fans or our lives?"

I chuckled and looked at her. "You've already mutated. If there really are zombies, you two are the most dangerous ones around me. If I lock myself up with you, will explosion-proof doors and windows still be useful?"

"We, our mutations are just genetic, we won't turn into zombies."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"Just because we won't change doesn't mean others won't."

I don't know if the zombies will come, but as the representative of public opinion, I have to maintain social stability.

Before the zombies arrive, people are already losing control.

And even if the zombies really come, I don't need to stock up on supplies; I have my own way to survive.