Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 27 – Cleaning Begins

Lei Li took the lead, her black figure crashing toward the second-floor stairwell like a bolt of lightning.

She didn’t draw any weapons.

Facing three snarling zombies that lunged at her, Lei Li lashed out with a sweeping whip kick.

Crack!

The neck of the foremost zombie snapped at an unnatural angle. Its heavy body was sent flying by the immense force, slamming against the wall before sliding down into a heap of mangled flesh.

Before the claws of the remaining two zombies could even touch the hem of her clothes, she had already closed the distance.

Her hands were like iron pincers. One clamped around a zombie’s throat while the other grabbed its hair, and she abruptly exerted her strength.

Bang!

The two rotten heads exploded in a dull thud, splattering blackish-red, foul-smelling liquid in all directions.

Lei Li shook the filth from her hands, her expression completely unruffled.

Lin Fan, who was at the rear of the group, felt her pupils contract slightly.

This woman’s strength was already beyond the scope of a normal human.

Pure, unadulterated violence.

If she were to face her head-on, even with a gun, her chances of winning would be less than ten percent.

She had to use her wits.

Lin Fan secretly analyzed Lei Li’s fighting style.

Speed, strength, reflexes—every aspect far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

If only she could obtain such physical prowess.

She suppressed the desire in her heart. Now was not the time.

The team continued to advance.

The scattered zombies in the second-floor cafeteria area were quickly dealt with.

But the moment the third-floor door was pushed open, hell unfolded before their eyes.

A thick, nauseating stench of rot and blood assailed them.

This was the tech company’s office area. Dense cubicles and narrow corridors were filled with swaying infected.

“Over a hundred of them.”

Lei Li’s brow furrowed.

“Groups of three. Split up and clear them out. Don’t get surrounded.”

The battle erupted in an instant.

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Lin Fan and Zhou Ming were assigned to the rear of the team, responsible for covering the retreat and providing support.

With them were several women carrying emergency medical equipment.

If anyone was injured, they could provide immediate aid before sending them to the infirmary on the sixth floor.

Lei Li had clearly gathered everyone in the entire shelter.

However, the number of zombies far exceeded their estimates.

Every time a locked office door was broken down, dozens of ravenous monsters poured out.

Although the team members at the front fought bravely, they were beginning to be stretched thin in the face of the endless tide of corpses.

“Ah—!”

A blood-curdling scream tore through the chaos.

A team member stumbled and was instantly pounced upon by three zombies. The sounds of tearing flesh and cracking bones mingled as blood gushed like a fountain.

Zhou Ming’s face was deathly pale, and the hand holding his sapper shovel was trembling.

“Ruyan, are… are you okay?”

He nervously shuffled closer to Lin Fan.

Just as Lin Fan was about to speak, a sharp, twisting pain shot through her lower abdomen.

Immediately after, an uncontrollable warm liquid slid down her inner thigh.

She lowered her eyes.

On the crotch of her brown yoga pants, a glaring patch of red was rapidly expanding.

Her period.

The physiological reaction of Liu Ruyan’s body had come suddenly and fiercely.

A flicker of joy ignited in Lin Fan’s heart.

A godsent opportunity!

“Ruyan! Are you hurt?!”

When Zhou Ming saw the bloodstain, he was so scared he nearly lost his wits, dropping his weapon to check on her.

“…It’s not an injury.”

Lin Fan’s face turned deathly white in an instant. She pressed one hand tightly against her lower abdomen and grabbed Zhou Ming with the other.

Her voice was weak with “pain.”

A woman nearby noticed Lin Fan’s situation and reminded him, “Your girlfriend’s got her period!”

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“It’s… that time.”

Zhou Ming froze for a second, his cheeks instantly flushing crimson.

“That… that time?”

“Something women get… every month.”

Lin Fan bit her lower lip, cold sweat beading on her forehead, looking as if she might pass out from the pain at any moment.

“I need to go to the infirmary on the sixth floor and find Doctor Chen.”

The realization dawned on Zhou Ming, but the worry in his eyes only deepened.

“I’ll go with you!”

“No need.”

Lin Fan shook her head weakly, but her eyes held an unquestionable command.

“You stay here and let Lei-jie see your value.”

“I’ll be back soon. You should be careful, don’t get hurt.”

Under her gaze, Zhou Ming hesitantly let go of her hand.

“Then you have to be extremely careful!”

“Yell if there’s any danger!”

Lin Fan nodded, hunching over with one hand clutching her abdomen, and shuffled haltingly toward the stairwell.

Every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

The twisting pain in her abdomen was real; this was no act.

But beneath the intense pain, Lin Fan’s mind was crystal clear.

This was a perfect opportunity.

All the main fighters were tied down on the third floor, leaving the sixth-floor infirmary virtually unguarded.

And her prey, Chen Yao, was right there.

Lin Fan secretly analyzed Chen Yao’s value.

In the apocalypse, the skills of a surgeon were worth their weight in gold.

More importantly, Chen Yao held a significant position in Lei Li’s heart. Obtaining her identity would make it easier to get close to Lei Li.

Moreover, Chen Yao’s loli-like appearance was an excellent disguise.

Who would suspect a seemingly harmless little loli?

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Lin Fan entered the stairwell. It was silent all around.

She glanced at the main entrance on the first floor.

As expected, the guards had all been pulled away for support.

She dropped the pretense and quickened her pace up the stairs.

The bloodstain on her inner thigh became more pronounced with her movements, leaving a winding, dark trail on her pants.

This blood was the best cover.

Anyone who saw her in this state would only see a frail girl in desperate need of help.

Sixth floor, infirmary.

Lin Fan didn’t knock, turning the handle directly.

There were two people inside.

One was the petite Chen Yao, who was currently bent over, organizing medicine.

The other was a guard left behind by Lei Li, a muscular, burly man who was carrying a box of saline with his back to the door.

“Miss Liu?”

Chen Yao looked up at the sound, surprised to see Lin Fan’s appearance.

“Why are you up here? How’s the battle downstairs?”

“Still… clearing.”

Lin Fan’s breathing was ragged, her face as pale as paper.

“Doctor Chen, do you have any sanitary pads? I… I need one urgently.”

Her gaze fell to the bloodstain on her pants.

Chen Yao understood immediately, a look of comprehension dawning on her face.

“Oh, it’s that.”

She took a pack of pads from a drawer and handed it over.

“The restroom is in there. Go on.”

“Thank you.”

Lin Fan took the items and walked toward the private restroom attached to the infirmary.

The guard, called Xiao Liu, was hoisting the box. He glanced back at her, not a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

After all, this was a perfectly normal biological need for a woman.

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The restroom door clicked shut and locked.

Lin Fan took off her blood-soaked underwear and clumsily put on a sanitary pad.

After pulling her yoga pants back on, she raised her hand.

The heavy, black pistol materialized in her palm.

The cold metallic texture instantly calmed her body, which had been agitated by her period.

The rough draft of a plan quickly took shape in her mind, was refined, and then finalized.

A plan that would allow her to perfectly replace Chen Yao and make the identity of “Liu Ruyan” disappear logically.

She could hear the two people talking outside.

“Xiao Liu, move these bandages to the operating table.”

“Okay, Doctor Chen.”

“The injured will be sent up soon. We have to prepare in advance.”

A smirk that no one could see touched the corners of Lin Fan’s lips.

The opportunity had come.

She calculated silently in her mind.

First, take care of Xiao Liu. Then, subdue Chen Yao.

Then, stage the scene to make it look like the work of outside intruders.

And Liu Ruyan would “die” in this “attack.”

From now on, there would only be Chen Yao in the world, no Liu Ruyan.

A perfect identity switch.

She turned the doorknob, silently pushing the door open a crack.

Chen Yao had her back to her, arranging scalpels on an instrument tray.

The guard, Xiao Liu, had just put down the box of bandages and was bent over, the back of his head completely exposed to Lin Fan’s line of sight, only three meters away.

A perfect window for a shot.

Lin Fan raised the gun.

The dark, gaping muzzle aimed at the back of Xiao Liu’s head.

Bang!