The nights in Jincheng are very cold.
For the survivors at the bottom of society, every night is the most difficult time, because every night, the lives of the poor are taken away.
When Ye Boxuan and Chu Moqing returned to the base, it was during the coldest part of the morning.
After the two entered the base, they saw the base staff carrying frozen corpses onto vehicles and then leaving the base in front of them.
Although Jincheng is better preserved than other cities, the climate, resources, and difficulties it faces are the same.
Every base has a slum, and almost all the survivors who died came from the slum. After all, no matter how well the greenhouse is built or how thick the blankets are, they cannot withstand the low temperature of around -70 degrees Celsius.
The two stood there watching the car disappear. Chu Moqing remained silent for a long time before finally turning around and walking inside.
When the temperature drops to below -60 degrees Celsius, he knows what kind of terrible situation will occur at each base.
Even with prior mental preparation, seeing these images is still unbearable.
Yesterday they requested to stay at the base temporarily in order to better understand the situation there.
Unexpectedly, I witnessed this unknown scene early the next morning.
Ye Boxuan followed in his footsteps and said in a low voice, "Let's find some time to go to the underground city and see what kind of life people live here."
For many survivors, the base is a sanctuary, a place to protect themselves from being eaten by monsters.
But the base isn't a good place either. If you have no power, haven't awakened any special abilities, and don't have any background, then being in the base is no different from being in hell.
But there are living quarters in the base too, rows of residential buildings. The walls of those buildings have insulation layers to resist the cold, and there are ovens in the rooms. Even if it gets cold, it's still warmer than in the greenhouse.
Only people with connections, power, or special abilities can live in these residential buildings. If you don't meet these requirements, even if you used to live here, you will be evicted.
Chu Moqing looked at the smoke rising not far away. He remembered that it was a small restaurant, where a bowl of noodles cost one level-one crystal core.
There was only a tiny bit of noodles in that bowl, and after eating it, I still felt empty.
He said to Ye Boxuan, "Let's go get some noodles first, and then make a plan."
"OK."
Inside the small restaurant, there was no one except the owner and his wife.
The two found a place to sit down, and Ye Boxuan said to the owner, "Boss, eight bowls of vegetarian noodles."
"How many?"
"Eight bowls."
The proprietress and the proprietress exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.
Eight bowls means paying for eight crystal cores.
Everyone in the base knew how difficult it was to obtain crystal cores.
Many people with superpowers wouldn't even eat one bowl of food, let alone eight.
The owner quickly realized what was happening: "Please wait a moment, the noodles will be ready soon."
Chu Moqing looked at the proprietress: "Excuse me for asking, but supplies are tight right now, especially noodles. Where do you get your supplies? Running a restaurant must be tough."
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