My Doomsday Territory

The layout of Nanqing is similar to most large-scale shelters.

There are core areas, commercial areas, and the development of mercenary trade unions, gradually forming an industrial chain of "mercenary street".

The core area belongs to the inner city, and most of them live in high-rises. The powerful leaders and their relatives. The ordinary awakening people cannot set up industries in the core area, either living in commercial areas or living on Mercenary Street.

However, large refuges like the Nanqing have areas that are often overlooked, but the area is not small.

Slums.

The official name is the relief area.

The slum area occupies about one-fifth of the refuge, but more than 80% of the survivors live.

Buildings next to each other, there are almost no gaps, no sunlight, the road is as pressing as the room, the unpleasant odor is permeated, and occasionally you can see a few ragged people lying in the corner, and there are people hanging from time to time. Or news of death jumping from the building.

This is the slum area.

The awakeners rarely mention it, and are even more reluctant to enter an area.

The Ministry of Intelligence has strongholds in slums.

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

Hai Honghui smiled, "The situation you see now has improved a lot compared to when I first came here two months ago. There are foods that our green shade sells to these shelters in Nanqing. Survivors, you can eat a little more with two meals a day. Of course, it is impossible to get enough food for relief. Even if you work, Nanqing’s treatment is far from comparable to our shelter."

Lan Qingya shook her head and sighed, "I know, just..."

As an intelligence officer, she was able to restrain her sympathy, but she was more determined to take Nanqing survivors away.

...

Under the operation of intelligence personnel, some news is quietly reaching the ears of some survivors in the slums.

Tang Wenliang walked out of the labor market, his eyes were blind, his feet were weak, he wobbled, and by instinct, he walked toward the house he was assigned.

Like walking dead.

Area b, 13 buildings, 5th floor, 517 rooms.

In a small room of less than thirty square meters, there are more than twenty survivors.

Especially the height of the five-story building, every time he climbs up, he will consume most of his strength.

Tang Wenliang couldn't remember how long he had not been full.

Initially, when the city wall of Nanqing Refuge was under construction, he was able to grab a job to move bricks and sandbags from the labor market. At that time, the wages, together with the relief food he received, could barely survive Belly life.

But now,

The walls of Nanqing have been completed, and the construction of shelters has become very rare. The labor market opens every morning and the work hanging on it is getting less and less.

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

Dunton couldn't eat enough, and he got up very early every day in order to go to the labor market. With the five-story building climbing up and down many times, Tang Wenliang became weaker and weaker. He could meet the requirements of the labor market. And less and less.

The survivors in the same room persuaded him not to try.

Most of the poor lived their lives in turmoil. They went downstairs at one point every day, queued up to receive relief food, and walked back to the room mechanically, leaning against the wall...

Repeat the same life every day.

Tang Wenliang was not reconciled.

Once he was also a full man, when he was the most, he still stored two or three kilograms of grain and hid it in his pocket.

But now...

Tang Wenliang regained a trace of clarity in his eyes, feeling that his body was empty, his strength almost passed away, and he gradually fell into despair.

Perhaps, they are right, there is no hope.

He looked up and counted the building numbers, looking for the building where he lived.

Suddenly a glance at the corner of the eye unconsciously, but found that there is a small advertisement on the pole next to it.

new.

Tang Wenliang remembers clearly, when he came out in the morning,

In the slums, there was no advertisement at all.

Somehow, obviously without much effort, Tang Wenliang still dragged his heavy body to the telephone pole and looked at the advertisement.

It is a job advertisement.

The strange thing is that there is nothing about the work above, just mentioned that the survivors who participated in the recruitment, regardless of whether they are selected or not, can get a pound of food.

"It's quite formal."

He didn't believe it, but a few pounds of grain, a few harsh fonts, were printed in his mind and lingered.

He laughed at himself: Tang Wenliang ah Tang Wenliang, why haven't you recognized the reality, there can't be a pie drop in the sky, even if it is, it's not in a slum.

Want to take a step, but it is like taking root.

Two voices in my head, one left and one right, kept hitting him.

"Fake, all are fake!"

"A catty of grain."

"I didn't even write about the work, and I didn't do the real thing when I was acting, it must be fake!"

"A catty of grain."

"I heard that there are ghouls in the ghetto to lure the survivors to the door. This must be a trap laid by the cannibals..."

"A catty of grain."

...

Like a magic barrier, two voices buzzed in his mind.

quite a while,

Tang Wenliang snorted and gasped, and his unpredictable face finally showed a cruel color, "Dry! Either eat a full meal, or send it to the door, and I will be recognized as an adult meat and food!"

After staring at the small ad for a few glances, he took a faltering pace and walked towards the address above.

behind,

The ragged survivor, surprised at Tang Wenliang's move, walked to the pole and looked back and forth for a few minutes, but he still could not see the difference of this pole.

Can only whisper a "neuropathy", then shook his head and left.

...

The address is in the slum area.

Not far away, only a few hundred meters, Tang Wenliang walked for nearly twenty minutes.

Standing in front of a narrow alley where only two people could pass side by side, he hesitated for a moment before stepping away.

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

On both sides are the high-rise bollards, with few rays of sunlight coming in, no street lights, and it looks dim and deep.

Like a scary beast.

Tang Wenliang almost lost consciousness. There seemed to be a voice in his mind, a will, and also driven the body instinctively to the invisible end.

...

The top of the tongzi building.

Hai Honghui was a little surprised, "Is this a very talented person? That little advertisement seems nothing special?"

Lan Qingya heard a shallow smile, "We are the awakeners, and the awakeners with strong mental strength, we can easily see the small advertisement, but the survivors here are just ordinary people, who can pass the first screening. Coming here, the natural spiritual power and the perception of the runes are no longer weak."

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