There's a saying: "Distance makes things better, close proximity makes things worse." It's always good to keep your distance and maintain a pleasant distance.
"Coordinates?" Du Junze looked at the computer at the cashier. "Our coordinates are probably DZ-BLD12. Knowing the coordinates should allow us to communicate online, right?"
"I'll go check." The little girl ran to the cashier with great cooperation, turned on the computer, and sure enough, the first line of text was "Congratulations on becoming an official rest stop, coordinates DZ-BLD12".
The bottom line of small print states that, given the coordinates, contacts can be added, and contacts can trade through the online store, with the traded items being physical goods.
"Add them?"
"Let's add it!" the others agreed.
Although the rest stops vary, the beginning of DZ allows them to easily deduce the order of the abbreviations—D stands for Earth and Z is the first letter of the country's name.
The two rest stops may never have the chance to meet and cooperate in a deadly field, but that doesn’t mean they are unwilling to interact and communicate with each other.
The restriction of trade to physical goods prevented them from cheating by exchanging information, but they could come up with quite a few ways to communicate remotely. They were even willing to provide some food or other amenities to improve each other's lives, as long as it didn't affect their own interests.
"I've made contact." Cheng Shuang quickly entered the coordinates and added the contact.
In the otherwise empty contact list, a small bathroom model icon appeared, along with five little figures sitting on either side of the toilet bowl depicted on the icon: two in red dresses and three in blue suits.
Soon, a chat window popped up on the computer screen: "Brothers and sisters, I want to exchange medicine, food, pills, cards, or weapons. Long-term orders are welcome! Urgent!"
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