"Two rooms are enough for the seven of you, both men and women."
Jiang Fei: "If we move to a tube-shaped building, how much more supplies will each of us need?"
"Three bags of instant noodles per person." Zhuang Han's tone became frivolous:
"But if you and the girl in the car play with me, I can give you a discount."
The burly man was about to put his hand on Jiang Fei's shoulder.
A pistol was pressed against his side.
"Want your kidneys?"
At the same time, Lu Yu, who was in the passenger seat, raised his gun and pointed it at the burly man.
Unexpectedly, they had guns. The burly man withdrew his hand awkwardly: "It was just a little joke."
"According to the supplies I just mentioned, I will upgrade you to a tube building for free."
"Deal." Jiang Fei went to the bag in the trunk to get the supplies.
3 cans of beer, 3 bags of bread, 6 bags of instant noodles were exchanged for 2 room keys of the tube building, two maps of Moss City, and 7 passes.
The so-called pass was just a small card with a ghost face drawn on it in red pen, which was extremely perfunctory.
Jiang Fei drove into Moss City.
This place suffered from tsunami floods, and most of the original buildings were washed away.
The mud houses and brick houses that can be seen today were built later, giving people the illusion of going back to the countryside in the 1980s.
There are not many pedestrians on the road.
But judging from their appearance, it can be determined that there are people from all over the world in Moss City.
They were wearing old clothes, and their exposed skin was covered with red spots and blotches of varying sizes.
It is so dense that it makes people feel physically uncomfortable.
The dark circles under his eyes are getting heavier and heavier.
He was so thin that his eye sockets were sunken and he had dark circles under his eyes, making him look like a scary and eerie ghost.
There is no sun protection and food is in short supply. In addition to enduring hunger, these people also have to endure the torture of the polar day.
Xiao Chuxia frowned when she noticed many terminally ill survivors huddled on the dirty roadside, lying in the sun with numb expressions, waiting for death to come.
"Is there no hospital in Moss City?"
Su Liuyuan: "I don't know."
“Even if there is, it’s probably going to be very expensive to see a doctor.”
Suddenly, Mo Yanan in the back seat spoke.
"Sister Jiang Fei, I'll get off here."
Mu Qingzhou: "I'll go down too."
Jiang Fei stopped the car and asked: "Aren't you going to the tube building with us?"
The two shook their heads.
Mo Yanan: "I plan to live over at the factory."
He has to survive on his own and cannot rely on the goddess sister.
Mu Qingzhou had the same idea: "We agreed at the beginning that we would separate when we reached land."
"Miss Jiang, you have taken care of me for so long. I am very grateful. When I settle down in the future, I will find a way to return those supplies to you."
After all, his relationship with Miss Jiang was not as close as that of Su Liuyuan and the others.
You should be more tactful in life.
Jiang Fei did not try to keep Mo Yanan and Mu Qingzhou, but simply gave them the two bags of supplies from the trunk.
He secretly put a pistol and a box of suitable bullets into each bag.
The bag is black and you can't see what's inside from the outside.
"See you again if we're lucky."
Jiang Fei got in the car and started it.
With the map given by the strong guard, we successfully arrived at the tube building.
The tube-shaped building was also built later and has only three floors.
Each floor has a long corridor connecting many rooms.
There are at least ten households on each floor.
There was a label with the room number on the key, one was 301 and the other was 302.
Jiang Fei and the other four went up to the third floor.
301 and 302 are very close to the stairs.
As soon as he came up, Jiang Fei saw the debris and garbage piled up at the door.
The door was blocked by wooden boards, bricks, plastic barrels, cardboard and steel bars.
Su Liuyuan: "Captain, how should we deal with this?"
“Ask the people next door. If no one wants it, just throw it away.”
As he spoke, Jiang Fei went to knock on the door of Room 303 next door. Just as he was about to explain his identity, a creaking sound came from his room.
As the wooden door opened, a rusty kitchen knife was swung down.
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