Published at 23rd of January 2021 09:38:06 PM
Chapter 366: 366
The layout of Nanqing is similar to that of most large shelters .
There are core areas, commercial areas, and the development of mercenary unions, which has gradually formed an "merchant street" of the industrial chain .
The core area belongs to the inner city, and most of them live in high-rises . The powerful leaders and their relatives, ordinary awakeners cannot set up industries in the core area, either living in commercial areas or living in Mercenary Street .
However, large sanctuaries like Nanqing also have areas that are often overlooked, but the area is not small .
Ghetto .
Officially called the relief area .
The slum area occupies about one fifth of the size of the shelter but inhabits more than 80% of the survivors .
There are almost no gaps, no sunlight, and the roads are as stubborn as the rooms . The unpleasant odor is diffused . Occasionally I can see a few ragged people lying on the corner of the wall . From time to time, people are hanging . Or death news of jumping off the building .
This is the slum .
The awakening seldom mentions an area that is even more reluctant to enter .
The Ministry of Intelligence has a stronghold in the slums .
Lan Qingya changed into rough and shabby clothes, and put on makeup again, followed Uncle Hai into the slum area, came to a stronghold in a tongzilou, everything she saw on the road made her frown .
Hai Honghui smiled, "The situation you are seeing has improved a lot compared to when I first came here two months ago . The food we sell to these shelters in Nanqing has been improved . Survivors, you can eat a little more for two meals a day . Of course, it is impossible to be full with relief food . Even at work, the treatment in Nanqing is far from being comparable to our shelter . "
Lan Qingya shook her head and sighed, "I know, just . . . "
As an intelligence officer, she could restrain her sympathy, but she was even more determined to take Nanqing survivors away .
. . .
Under the operation of intelligence personnel, certain news is being passed to the ears of some survivors in the slums quietly .
Tang Wenliang walked out of the labor market, his eyes were dull, his footsteps were weak, and he staggered, walking instinctively towards the house he was assigned to .
It's like the walking dead .
Area B, 13 buildings, 5th floor, room 517 .
A small room of less than thirty square meters, crowded with more than twenty survivors .
Especially the height of the five-story building, every time he climbed up, it would consume most of his strength .
Tang Wenliang couldn't remember how long he hadn't been full .
Initially, when the city wall of the Nanqing Shelter was under construction, he could still grab a job of moving bricks and sandbags from the labor market . At that time, the salary and the relief food received could barely be filled . Tummy life .
But now,
The city walls of Nanqing have been completed, and the construction of shelters has become extremely rare . Every morning, the labor market opens its doors and there are fewer and fewer jobs hanging on it .
For almost a month, he failed to get a job .
I could n’t eat enough . I squatted to get to the labor market every day, and got up very early . Coupled with the five-story building that climbed up and down many times, Tang Wenliang became weaker and weaker . , And less and less .
The survivors in the same room all persuaded him not to waste energy .
Most of the poor lived humblely . Every day, they came downstairs, lined 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 unwilling .
He used to be a full-fledged person . At most, he saved two or three pounds of food and hid it in his pocket .
But now . . .
Tang Wenliang's eyes recovered a touch of lucidity, feeling the emptiness in his body, the power almost disappeared, and gradually fell into despair .
Maybe they are right, they have no hope .
He looked up, counting the building numbers, looking for the building where he lived .
Suddenly an unconscious glance in the corner of the eye found only a small advertisement on the electric pole next to it .
new .
Tang Wenliang remembers clearly that when he came out in the morning, there was no small advertisement on this electric pole with urine smell-his memory was very good .
In the slum areas, there is no advertisement at all .
Somehow, obviously there was not much energy, but Tang Wenliang still dragged his heavy body, walked to the pole, and looked at the advertisement .
It's a job advertisement .
The strange thing is that there is nothing about the work above, just a point is mentioned, the survivors participating in the recruitment, whether selected or not, can get a pound 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 and lingered .
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He laughed at himself: Tang Wenliang, Tang Wenliang, why haven't you recognized the reality, there can be no pie in the sky .
I want to take a step, but it is like taking root .
There were two sounds in his head, one left and one right, which kept pounding at him .
"Fake, all fake!"
"A pound of grain . "
"I didn't even write the job content, and I didn't do the truth in the drama, it must be fake!"
"A pound of grain . "
"I heard that there are ghouls in the slums, which lured the survivors to come . This must be a trap laid by cannibals . . . "
"A pound of grain . "
. . .
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Tang Wenliang was panting, panting, and a vicious face finally appeared on his unpredictable face, "Dry! Either eat a full meal or take it to your door, and be recognized as an adult meat and grain, I also recognize it!"
Staring at the small advertisement, he took a faltering step and walked towards the address above .
behind,
Survivors in ragged clothes, strange to Tang Wenliang's move, walked to the pole and walked back and forth for a few minutes, but still could not see the difference between this pole .
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Can only mutter a "neuropathy", then shake his head and leave .
. . .
The address is in the ghetto .
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 and walked away .
The lane seemed extremely long and long, and Tang Wenliang walked for several minutes without reaching the end .
Both sides are towering tube buildings, without a few rays of sunlight coming in, without street lights, appearing dim and deep .
Like a frightening beast .
Tang Wenliang almost lost consciousness, and there seemed to be a voice in his mind, a will, and also driving the body's instinct forward to the invisible end .
. . .
The top of the tube house .
Hai Honghui was a little surprised . "It's such a simple talent coming? That little ad doesn't seem special?"
Lan Qingya heard a shallow smile when she heard the words, "We are the awakened people and the awakened people with strong mental strength, so 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 mental power and perception of the runes are not weak anymore . "
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