My Doomsday Territory

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The layout of Nanqing is similar to that of the overwhelming majority shelter.

There is a core area, a Commerce District domain, and a’mercenary street’ that develops around mercenary unions and gradually forms an industrial chain.

The core area belongs to the inner city, and most people live in high-rise buildings. The Great Influence leader and his relatives, ordinarily awakened people cannot buy properties in the core area, and either live in the Commerce District or in Mercenary Street.

However, large shelters such as those in the Southern Qing Dynasty have areas that are often overlooked, but are equally large.

slum area.

Officially called the relief area.

The slum area occupies about 20% of the sanctuary, but more than 80% of the survivors live.

There are almost no gaps and no sunlight. The road is as cramped as the room, and the unpleasant smell is permeated. From time to time, you can see a few people in ragged clothes lying in the corners, and from time to time there are reports of people hanging up Or the death news of jumping off the building.

This is the slum area.

The awakened people rarely mention an area that they are less willing to enter.

The Intelligence Department has a stronghold in the slum area.

Lan Qingya put on rough and worn clothes, put on makeup again, followed Uncle Hai into the slum area and came to a stronghold in the tube building. Everything she saw on the way made her frown.

Hai Honghui laughed, “The situation you see now has improved a lot compared to when I first came here 2 months ago. There are food that we sold to these shelters in Nanqing, the survivors of the slum area. People, two meals a day can eat a little bit more. Of course, relief food is impossible to eat enough. Even if you work, Nanqing’s treatment is far from comparable to our shelter.”

Lan Qingya shook her head and sighed, “I know, it’s just…”

As an intelligence officer, she was able to restrain her sympathy, but she became more determined to take away the survivors of the Southern Qing Dynasty.

……

Under the operation of the intelligence personnel, certain news is silently entering the ears of some survivors in the slum area.

Tang Wenliang walked out of the labor market, Both eyes are spiritless, weak, swaying, and instinctively walking towards the house he was allocated.

It’s like walking corpse.

Area B, Building 13, 5th Floor, Room 517.

More than 30 survivors live in a small room of less than 20 square meters.

Especially the height of the 5-Layer building, every time it climbs up, it will consume his overwhelming majority power.

Tang Wenliang couldn’t remember how long he hadn’t eaten enough.

Initially, when the city wall of the Nanqing Refuge was under construction, he was able to grab a job from the labor market to move bricks and resist sandbags. At that time, the wages and the relief grains he received could barely fill the job. A full life.

But now,

The city wall in Nanqing has been completed, and the construction of the shelter has become very rare. The labor market opens early every morning, and there is less and less work hanging on it.

For nearly a month, he failed to get a job.

Not having enough to eat, every day to squat in the labor market, and get up very early. In addition, the 5-Layer building has repeatedly climbed up and down, Tang Wenliang is getting weaker and weaker, and he can meet the requirements of the labor market. , And less and less.

The survivors in the same room all persuaded him not to waste his energy.

Most of the poor, muddleheaded live their lives. At one o’clock every day, they go downstairs, line up to receive relief food, and walk back to the room mechanically, leaning against the wall…

The same life is repeated every day.

Tang Wenliang was not reconciled.

He used to be a person who had enough food. When he was at most, he saved 2 kilograms of grain and hid it in his pocket.

But now…

Tang Wenliang recovered a trace and soberness and calm in his eyes, feeling that he was empty within the body, his strength was almost gone, and he gradually fell into despair.

Maybe, they are right, there is no hope.

He looked up, counted the building numbers, and looked for the one he lived in.

Suddenly, he glanced unconsciously from the corner of his eyes, but found that a small advertisement was pasted on a telephone pole next to him.

new.

Tang Wenliang remembered clearly that when he came out in the morning, not at all pasted any small advertisements on this telephone pole that smelled like urine—he had a good memory.

slum area, there is no advertisement at all.

Somehow, without much strength, Tang Wenliang still dragged his heavy body, walked to the telephone pole, looked towards the advertisement.

It is a job advertisement.

The strange thing is that there is nothing about work in the above. It just mentions one point. Survivors who participate in the recruitment, no matter whether they are selected or not, can get a catty of food.

“It’s pretty formal.”

He didn’t believe it, but the dazzling fonts of a pound of grain were printed in his mind, lingering.

He laughed at himself in his heart: Tang Wenliang, Tang Wenliang, how come you haven’t recognized the reality, there is an impossible pie in the sky, even if there is, it is not in the slum area.

I want to take a step, but it feels like rooting.

Two voices from the left and right in his mind kept hitting him.

“Fake, all fake!”

“A catty of grain.”

“I didn’t even write the content of the work, and didn’t do the drama really. It must be fake!”

“A catty of grain.”

“I heard that there are ogres in the slum area to lure survivors to the door. This must be a trap set by those cannibals…”

“A catty of grain.”

……

Like a devil, two voices buzzed in his mind.

quite a while,

Tang Wenliang snorted and panted, his unpredictable face finally showed a ruthless look, “Go! Either eat a full meal or deliver it to the door, and I recognize it as adult meat!”

After staring at the small advertisement for a few moments, he staggered and walked towards the address above.

behind,

The survivors in ragged clothes, surprised by Tang Wenliang’s behavior, walked to the edge of the telephone pole and looked back and forth for a few minutes, but still could not see the difference between this pole.

I could only mutter “mental illness”, then shook my head and left.

……

The address is in the slum area.

The distance is not far, only several hundred meters, but Tang Wenliang walked for nearly 20 minutes.

Standing in front of a narrow alley that could only accommodate two people to pass side by side, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped in.

The laneway seemed extremely long and long, Tang Wenliang walked for several minutes without reaching the end.

There are towering tube buildings on the 2 sides, with few rays of sunlight coming in, no street lights, and it looks dim and deep.

Like a terrifying beast.

Tang Wenliang almost lost consciousness, there seemed to be a voice in his mind, there was a will, and it also drove the body instinctively to go forward to the invisible end.

……

The roof of the tube building.

Hai Honghui was a little surprised, “It’s so simple that a high innate talent came here? That little advertisement seems nothing special, right?”

Lan Qingya was hearing this with a shallow smile, “We are the awakened, and we are the awakened with strong spirit strength, so we can easily see the small advertisement, but the survivors here are only ordinary persons who can pass the first screening. Coming here, the natural spirit strength and the sense of rune fit, and it is no longer weak.”