The door of the reserve slowly opened, and a musty smell mixed with dust blew in, like pouring a basin of cold water on everyone, instantly extinguishing their previous joy.
What was presented before everyone's eyes was not a material storage area at all, but a completely looted garbage dump!
The supplies that were originally neatly stacked were now scattered all over the ground. The packaging bags were torn, and the food and medicine inside were spilled everywhere, creating a mess.
The air was filled with a disgusting smell of decay, making people cover their noses.
The originally bright lights began to flicker, stretching everyone's shadows long, adding a bit of weirdness.
"Damn, what's going on?!" Ding the merchant's obese body trembled violently, his shrewd little eyes widened, and the fat on his face trembled, just like a frightened groundhog.
“This…this…” Doctor Ji’s face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he was unable to speak for a long time. He subconsciously clutched the medicine box in his hand, as if it was his last straw.
Technician Geng pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the lenses reflected a cold light. He raised his chin proudly, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that your security measures are just so-so."
Soldier Wu's face turned pale. His sharp eyes swept through the crowd and finally landed on the Xin refugee representative. His tone was cold, "Did you do this?"
The Xin refugee representative was immediately furious. His face flushed and he stiffened his neck and retorted, "What do you mean? We finally escaped here, how could we do such a thing? You are slandering us!"
"Haha, who knows?" Merchant Ding said sarcastically, "Refugees are just like that. What can't they do to survive?"
"You!" The Xin refugee representative was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing at the Ding merchant's nose and starting to curse.
"Shut up!" Mou Xuan roared, sounding like a thunder in everyone's ears.
He frowned and swept his eyes over everyone fiercely. A powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire storage area, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
"Now is not the time to blame each other. The most urgent task is to find out what happened!"
Merchant Ding's eyes rolled around, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He thought to himself: The snipe and the clam quarrel, but the fisherman benefits. This good show has just begun...
Mou Xuan's eyes suddenly fell on a piece of rag in the corner of the storage area. He walked over slowly, bent down to pick up the rag, put it to his nose and sniffed it, and his face instantly became more gloomy.
"This piece of cloth..." Mou Xuan spoke slowly, his tone so cold that it made people shudder, "I seem to have seen it somewhere..."
"Shut up, everyone!" Mou Xuan shouted loudly, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
His hawk-like eyes swept across the crowd, and his powerful aura instantly suppressed the quarrel that was about to break out.
This momentum is even more shocking than the roar of an Oscar-winning actor!
"What are you arguing about? Can the situation change back if the supplies are gone by just crying? You all act like aunties at the vegetable market, isn't that shameful?" Mou Xuan retorted mercilessly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
He looked around, his eyes falling on the scattered supplies. "The most important thing now is to find out the cause, instead of running around like a headless fly. Understand?"
His clear and logical analysis instantly calmed the originally chaotic scene.
Everyone listened obediently like primary school students, their eyes full of admiration for him.
This is the style of a big boss!
A gleam of light flashed in Ding Shangren's small eyes, and he thought to himself: "This kid has something..."
Chen Yao walked to Mou Xuan, gently held his hand, and gave him silent support.
Mou Xuan felt the warmth in his palm and his heart warmed.
My wife is like a caring little cotton-padded jacket!
He took a deep breath, pointed at the messy traces on the ground and said, "Look at these footprints, they are very messy, there are quite a lot of people, and..." He paused, his eyes became sharp, "They are very familiar with the terrain here."
Soldier Wu stepped forward, carefully observed the marks on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, it looks like it was done by an insider."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar and whispers began to sound again.
"An insider? Who is it? Is there a traitor among us?" Doctor Ji asked with a trembling voice and his face turned even paler.
"Don't scare yourself." Mou Xuan soothed, "Don't jump to conclusions yet. We need more clues."
He walked to the corner, picked up a dusty rag, put it to his nose and sniffed it.
"This piece of cloth... is high-end military cloth. Ordinary people can't get it at all." He paused and looked at Merchant Ding. "Boss Ding, what do you think of this piece of cloth?"
Merchant Ding's face changed slightly, his eyes flickered, and then he smiled calmly, "Boss Mou, please don't wrongly accuse me. I'm a businessman, how can I come into contact with such things?"
Mou Xuan raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth: "Really?" He handed the rag to Chen Yao, "Yaoyao, take this and ask Brother Wu to see if he recognizes this kind of cloth."
Chen Yao took the rag, nodded, turned and walked towards the garrison soldiers.
Mou Xuan looked at Chen Yao's back. He slowly walked to Merchant Ding and said in a low voice, "Boss Ding, I hope you understand that my patience is limited..."
Mou Xuan's mind was like a mess, with all kinds of thoughts madly intertwined.
He knew that the most taboo thing at the moment was internal strife. Once the alliance collapsed, survival in the apocalypse would become even more difficult.
But this traitor must be found out, otherwise who will dare to trust him in the future?
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