Fang Ming walked out of the examination room with a look of regret on his face.
Two yellow-faced old ladies were checking every survivor for wounds. They looked at the naked Fang Ming with numb expressions, as if they were looking at workpieces on an assembly line.
Fang Ming felt that he was at a disadvantage when they looked at him.
He passed the heavily guarded gate and followed the group of survivors into the inner base of the safe zone, looking around.
This should be an underground base left over from the war in earlier years, with a huge and complex defense facility expanded based on the air-raid shelter.
The internal structure is complex and intricate, and most of the survivors are working as temporary laborers with gloomy faces. From time to time, law enforcement officers in black uniforms patrol. It is an underground city with a very post-war style.
Fang Ming looked at the people coming and going below, a silver light flashed in his pupils, and the messy scene in his vision disappeared for a moment, replaced by an even more bizarre scene.
Lights of various colors filled the entire safe zone, and each ray of light represented a living being. Most of the lights were gray and dim, but because of the large number, the entire underground base looked gray and lifeless.
Of course, it's not all gray. Occasionally, you can see a few rays of white light on the patrolling law enforcement team. In the invisible depths of the far base, a few rays of dark and deep light are slightly dim.
The daily life of Shuangqiu, a vision of good and evil.
Fang Ming is still exploring the specific operation, the most basic operation is to be able to see the attitude of everyone within the field of vision towards oneself.
White is friendly, grey is strange, and black is hateful.
But...what's with those few black lights? My enemies should be completely dead!
At this time, a tentative voice with a childish tone came from behind, but the tone was flat.
"Dear, I'm done drinking."
Fang Ming turned around to look at her, and the dazzling white light from her two eyes almost blinded him.
Shit! You don't have to be so nice, you two.
Seeing Fang Ming covering his eyes and lowering his head in silence, Hei Yu handed over the empty bottle with a serious expression:
"You can smell it, it has a bit of flavor."
Fang Ming felt that he needed to find a kindergarten teacher to reshape this guy's thinking logic.
The survivors followed the leading staff member all the way around most of the underground base. Fang Ming also observed the living...survival conditions of most people in the safe zone.
Young and strong laborers are scattered throughout the underground base, helping with repair work; women are also busy with relatively light sanitation work, and relatively young washerwomen gather together to wash clothes, using groundwater as the water source.
Young men and women dressed as volunteers were directing the posting of red banners, and the base was filled with red inspirational phrases; most people looked a little frightened, but still followed the instructions and performed voluntary labor.
In fact, this is true. People will not think about this or that only when they are working. Voluntary labor can not only increase productivity, but also facilitate management and avoid internal unrest.
It was this scene that gave him the feeling of watching an old movie from the 1980s.
In a large shed, staff members were registering the information of new survivors.
"Name."
"Fang Ming."
"Your name? What did you do before?"
Fang Ming stretched out his hand to stop the registration girl from giving him a homophonic name, and took the pen to write the correct name on the paper.
The little girl felt her eyes blurry and the pen in her hand suddenly disappeared. She looked carefully and saw that Fang Ming had already written his name.
"Uh...what did you do before?"
"I'm the one who drives screws at the construction site."
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