The driver began to question the meaning of life.
"Dizzy, are you dizzy?"
Looking at the radiation monsters scattered all over the ground, he finally understood why she could make people love her to death and love the world.
This capability is a must-have for home and travel!
What does it matter if someone has a snake's tail? People with radiation-induced deformities also have all sorts of strange appearances.
Beautiful and powerful, he seemed to understand Shi Jinzhe instantly.
"Watch where you're going."
Shi Jin slapped his palm on the driver's shoulder, pressing down firmly.
"Ah... I'm watching, I'm watching."
The driver guiltily averted his gaze from the rearview mirror and asked the two men, "What else do you want to know?"
Shi Jinzhe: "Tell me about the daily life of the people in the shelter, how they obtain or allocate their food and clothing expenses, what else can the mutants do besides going out as expendable resources? And how is your management structured?"
"The shelter I'm in is based on the principle of distribution according to work. If you want to live a better life, you have to exchange your labor for resources. Even someone like me, who comes from a well-off family, has to show off my abilities to live a better life."
The driver's tone held a hint of pride as he added, "We're already the best shelter. In many shelters, several factions fight over everything, and the best stuff ends up in the hands of the higher-ups. The people living there are worse off than ants..."
He clicked his tongue slightly, his expression full of unspoken difficulty.
"Dota City is a little better than what I described, but only a little. They used to have a lot of internal strife, but I haven't heard of it in recent years. I don't know if it still exists."
The driver grinned, using a symbolic smile to mask his heaviness. "As I said before, my deepest impression of that place is that it's a cannibalistic place."
Shi Jinzhe observed his expression. The driver didn't seem to feel any heaviness in treating the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, and the deformed as expendable resources. What had the other refugees done to make this native like him so disgusted?
"What specific things do you know?"
“I once went to a shelter that had been converted into a gladiatorial arena, where people fought wild beasts. Some people were so poor that they would gamble away the last of their valuables, even if it meant eating synthetic food. They were dreaming of getting rich quick, even on their deathbeds.”
The driver mocked, "Those who run out of gambling money and are in poor health are fed to wild animals, while those in good health are thrown into the arena to fight those ferocious beasts."
Shekh: "Do those beasts refer to the radiation monsters?"
"They were embryos that were preserved from back then, and were later nurtured and grown in the shelter."
With no monsters blocking the way, the driver freed his hands, lit a pipe, and said, "Three generations ago, people would have taken those beasts seriously. Now, ha, it's good enough if we don't eat them. Those who go to the arena have all fought their way through their own kind."
"What about the ones that failed? Were they all eaten?"
The driver kept his eyes straight ahead, not looking at Shekh, and focused on answering her question. "Those that couldn't survive were eaten, and those that could were used for experiments. I've seen them released to hybridize with radiation monsters, but those beasts couldn't survive leaving the shelter, so they all ended up in the radiation monsters' stomachs."
Shekh was silent for a moment, something going through his mind.
When this driver saw her flashing her tail, he seemed to accept it even faster than the other players.
This is as if opening Pandora's box once wasn't enough; they wanted to open it a second time.
A conscious beast has no switch in human hands; these people don't think they can control it with emotions or whips.
Aren't you afraid of them mutating to the point of being out of control?
Her thoughts were wandering too far, and for some reason she wanted to take a look at Shi Jinzhe.
"This place might be a good fit for your lifestyle."
"I also have my bottom line." Shi Jinzhe knew exactly what she was thinking.
Given his serpentine nature, when Shekh isn't thinking about serious matters, whatever's on his mind, the first signal he connects to is always food or reproduction.
No matter how human she tries to live, she sometimes finds it hard to escape her instincts.
"Couldn't their experiment have involved cutting off half of each of two organisms and sewing them together?"
"That's why I thought that way, because of what he just said about hybridization."
Shekh doesn't think that's her fault.
"Besides, humans are capable of anything."
"I'm not even considered a person."
The driver shrank back; he didn't say a word.
How did those two even come up with that idea...?
This topic is not suitable for discussion, so let's stop here and ask the driver if there's anything else he hasn't said.
The driver shook his head, "It's really gone."
Shi Jinzhe extended his hand to Shehe, "Then let's go back."
Shekh lazily extended a hand, glancing at the quail-like driver before turning his gaze to the rearview mirror above his head.
"What did we look like to you?" she suddenly asked. "Explain our appearance."
Driver: "Uh, black hair and black eyes, but you need to be a little fairer than him, and then you both have two eyes and one mouth...?"
What a question! Don't they know what they look like?
Shekh stared directly at his own purple eyes in the rearview mirror. "Are we both?"
The driver was completely confused: "Um...right."
"I understand, you can continue driving."
Shekh closed the door and left without looking back.
There was only one Indigenous person in the car, the driver, which meant she had very few encounters with Indigenous people in this run and forgot something.
In the instance, when players have an identity set, the natives see the face of the person they are impersonating. For example, Wu Yu in the previous instance was able to recognize them because he was using a player's body.
But Xiao Wu is just a child. How could she see her own and Shi Jinzhe's true colors?
Not only Xiao Wu, but the memories of Bai Weishuang that she received from her ancestors were also of the true face, otherwise she would not have recognized Shi Jinzhe's eyes.
Is it a problem with Xiao Wu's superpowers, or did Bai Weishuang leave something behind, or is there some other reason?
Shekh turned to Shi Jinzhe and asked, "That Xiao Wu, did you sense anything unusual about her?"
"There's nothing unusual, but something just feels off."
Shi Jinzhe tossed her hair back and said, “When I made her look at me like that, her eyes changed, filled with vicissitudes, unlike those of a child.”
"So what measures have you taken?"
“I planted a seed in Bing Zhou’s car to monitor their every move. If there are any problems, I’ll go there.”
"Alright." Sheh was relieved; Shi Jinzhe was indeed a man of few words when it came to getting things done.
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