The room is not big, only about 30 square meters.
There is a bed, a wardrobe, a wooden box, and there is a separate bathroom in the house.
This is due to the initial planning of the fortress city. In the words of the original body's father, this is due to the inertia of human civilization.
The initial construction of the fortress city was somewhat idealistic, and the city planners even designed parks.
Meng Yi went in with a candle and was surprised to find that the bathroom was actually usable.
Then I realized that this was to prevent the spread of disease and plague, and there were many gods who liked these things.
The followers of these gods must be prevented from taking advantage of loopholes.
Therefore, the public health facilities in the fortress city have always been maintained.
It is unknown whether any of them have a special love.
It’s disgusting just thinking about it!
The room was very simple, and the white walls had long turned yellow. He opened the wardrobe and took a look. There were only two simple sets of clothes and a pair of shoes.
Meng Yi looked down at his white robe, then he looked at the bed. No wonder there were no sheets.
Should I talk about the hardships the original body had lived, or praise his ingenuity and skill?
He opened the box again, which contained some miscellaneous junk. Meng Yi flipped through it briefly.
Including the one in his hand, there were two candles, three five-yuan bills, a small mirror, and two yellowed photos.
It's his parents.
Two photos from the past and now.
The photo shows two energetic young men and women with happy smiles on their faces.
Meng Yi held the two photos and examined them. His father had died in the chaos caused by the followers of the evil god, and his mother had become alienated after losing the protection of the gods...
Even if ordinary people try their best to please the gods, they can easily lose their protection when they are not paying attention. They are capricious.
Meng Yi put the photo away with a sullen face and picked up the mirror, which looked like something left by his original mother.
He held it in front of him, sighing repeatedly that how could two people from different worlds look so similar.
Exactly the same!
Meng Yi put the mirror down and looked around his "home". No wonder the door didn't need to be locked. The only thing worth money in the whole room was those 15 yuan.
The house is really bare.
There isn't even a kettle or a cup for drinking water.
He frowned and thought for a moment. His original body had been "working" during the day, eating and drinking outside, and "home" was usually only used for sleeping.
And open all year round!
Oh shit!
What cattle and horses.
His job is not simple. The parts of the city defense system need to be replaced frequently, and he is responsible for assembling these parts.
That is, screwing on the assembly line.
This is the daily life of most ordinary people in the fortress city.
There are only two things in life:
Please the gods first.
Secondly, keep working!
The city's defense system has been operating at full capacity, and maintaining this system alone requires a large amount of manpower and material resources. However, the population has been declining, and the workload of existing staff has been increasing.
For humans today, everything is for survival!
The charismatics are no exception.
All the people who have received divine grace, except those who work in official departments such as the Judgment Department, generally go to the wilderness to fight.
The mutants will not deliberately attack the fortress city, but there are always some wandering around, and they are endless like the tide.
The city also has a huge demand for the materials dropped by these mutants, which are used to build defense system formations, create extraordinary weapons, and so on.
Hmm...
The one blessed by God doesn't have to go and can just focus on screwing in the screws. No one will force him, as long as he can tolerate the meager salary and his God has no objection.
Gods love excitement!
People like Meng Yi do not have this distress, because his god is actually himself.
The screwdriver god?
Forget it, I’ll consider these things tomorrow.
The most urgent thing is to take a look at that red fog space.
Did the red mist absorb something just now?
Meng Yi sat on the edge of the bed and had an idea.
A red mist began to emanate from his body, gradually enveloping his entire body.
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