Chapter 100: Living in a shantytown?
The woman and her men lined up at the entrance of the base and instantly stopped all the survivors who were about to enter the base.
As soon as she spoke, a thin, pointed-faced man with a monkey-like face immediately emerged from among the inspectors. His chin was not as high as a woman's and he was hunched over, his posture showing flattery.
"Miss Jingjing, you are finally here. I almost couldn't hold you back. You are here!" He pointed at Liu Yu's team and went there with Li Jingjing.
Liu Yu looked at the group of people who were clearly coming towards them and his eyelids twitched.
OK! Something happened again.
As expected, the short man stopped in front of them and pointed at Xia Huai, the least visible figure in the back row, and said, "That's him. His name in the registration information is Xia Huai, Xia for summer, Huai for locust tree."
After saying that, he rubbed his hands and winked at Li Jingjing, who was shrinking her neck: "It doesn't matter whether the person is the one you are looking for or not, I have brought you this information. As for my small reward..."
Li Jingjing looked at him with disgust and waved her hand to signal the follower behind her to give something. The tall and strong man behind her immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it into the man's hand.
The wretched man caught the cigarette in excitement and panic, took out one and sniffed it hard under his nose, letting out a sigh of extreme satisfaction.
"Okay! Then Miss Li, please verify it yourself. I'll go to work first!"
The wretched man quickly put the cigarette box into his arms, apologized and ran away without stopping, as if he was afraid that Li Jingjing would take back the reward.
Li Jingjing patted the hem of her skirt that was touched by the obscene man, and turned to look at Xia Huai, who was about the same height as her.
She opened the missing person criteria that her sister had just come up with yesterday, and compared them with Xia Huai's.
The survivors around have been struggling in the apocalypse for so long, and few of them can't see clearly what's going on. Now they are waiting for her without daring to make a sound.
Li Jingjing looked at the message her sister wrote based on the prophecy in the dream, and her face became more and more impatient.
Height over 180cm, that’s not right.
Silver hair, that's wrong. Ice-related abilities, that's wrong.
The aura is so cold and terrifying, but it's still not right!
Li Jingjing didn't have the patience of her sister Li Yingying, so she put the painting next to Xia Huai's face to compare them one by one. The face shape and mouth were somewhat similar, but other parts were completely different!
Liu Yu watched coldly as Li Jingjing compared the portrait with Xia Huai several times, muttering to herself, and couldn't help but come to a conclusion in her mind.
Someone is looking for Xia Huai!
Xia Huai hated being approached by strangers the most. Li Jingjing's sudden approach made his palms uncontrollably cold, and the next moment, ice spikes were about to fly out.
Just when Liu Yu noticed that Xia Huai was about to lose control, Li Jingjing glared at Xia Huai with an extremely sarcastic tone.
"You're worthy of being called Xia Huai? If you don't have that kind of fate, then don't use that name. Change it as soon as possible! You're just wasting my time."
She threw the portrait into the arms of the follower behind her in disappointment.
"Give that guy the portrait and the standards. Let him take a good look at them before informing us. Don't call me something ugly or awful."
After saying this, he shook his head and left with his people. He came and left in a hurry.
He only muttered angrily when he turned around.
"Yingying is such a jerk! She predicted everything but didn't give any details. She clearly said that if I showed up at the right time, I'd be Xia Huai's savior, but when I showed up, I didn't even see him."
"Xia Huai, the future strong man, won't be snatched away by another woman...why not try Zhuang..."
"Another woman" Liu Yu looked at Li Jingjing's receding back and couldn't help but think of the woman with prophetic abilities that the couple mentioned.
Is it her?
"Don't just stand there, everyone. She's the core figure of the future organization. She didn't do anything to you. Just accept it and leave!"
An inspector in his forties nearby waved his hand to signal them to leave the inspection area quickly, and kindly reminded them not to provoke senior officials.
Liu Yu glanced at the backs of the group of people without saying a word.
Shantytown.
The shantytown is located in the westernmost corner of the S city base, firmly downwind. Any strange smell in the entire base can be smelled clearly from here.
Most of the houses in the shantytown are made of plastic tents, which are cold in winter and hot in summer. Only a few of them are made of wood.
Inhabited by the 'leader' of the shantytown.
At this time, Liu Yu and the others were brought to the entrance of the shantytown. The staff who led the way pinched their noses and threw them several round plastic plates with numbers engraved on them. Then they said in a low voice, "You are new here and don't have many supplies, so you can only live in tents. Here are your tent number plates. Find the corresponding tents by yourself. There are numbers on the top of the tents!"
Before he could finish a few words, he started running and shouting, escaping from the area, refusing to stay for even a second.
Only Liu Yu and a few others were left standing at the entrance of the shantytown, searching for themselves in a daze.
Li Guangzong, Xu Yang and others did not go to a more comfortable area as instructed by the cards they received, but instead came to the shantytown and still planned to live together.
He pinched the number plate in his hand, looking hesitant. "Number 112...Are we really going to live in a tent? Sister Yu, is this suitable for living here?"
Looking around, the tents in the shantytown were arranged in an orderly fashion, but the clutter in front of the tents made it difficult to find a place to stand.
Looking at the row of tents in the middle, there are skinny men lying lazily at the door waiting to die, and there are also fallen women wearing cool clothes and forcing smiles.
There are also young children with dirty hands and feet wandering around the tents.
Just standing at the door, you can hear the noise, cursing, wailing and crying inside.
It's a slum where all kinds of people are mixed together and trying to survive in all kinds of ways.
In the shantytown, tent No. 112 is empty, as if waiting for the arrival of a new owner.
In the small two-person tent there was a simple bed made of a yellow pig feed bag and a mutilated Ultraman toy with half of its arm missing.
suddenly!
A dirty, yellowish little hand suddenly stretched out from under the plastic bag mat and pulled away the Half-Arm Ultraman!
In less than two seconds, the eerie silence returned to the tent.
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