Chapter 1095: Scarface Youth's Experience 3

As time passed, the team outside the gate of Gucheng Lake gathering place moved forward slowly and orderly.

About an hour later, it was finally the scarred young man's turn.

The soldier on duty at the door in ordinary training uniform looked sharp and gestured for him to walk to a disinfection passage nearby that was temporarily built with waterproof cloth and metal frame.

"Newcomer, keep going inside and don't look back!"

The person who spoke was a staff member covered in white protective clothing, goggles and a mask.

His voice came through the protective mask, a little dull, but the tone was still calm.

There were several large plastic barrels at the entrance of the passage, filled with turbid disinfectant that emitted a pungent smell.

Seeing this, the scarred young man hesitated subconsciously due to his instinctive vigilance since the end of the world. However, under the urging gazes of the people queuing behind him and the silent watchful eyes of the soldiers, he still walked in.

After the scarred young man entered an area with the three big words "Disinfection Area" on it, before he could react, a staff member wrapped in white protective clothing asked him to take off all his clothes.

Under the watchful eyes of several armed soldiers, the survivors who came here had almost no objections. The scarred youth mixed in with them and quickly took off his original "patinated battle suit" whose original color could hardly be seen.

Standing naked in an empty fence with many strange survivors, Scar's defenseless state made red lights flash wildly in his subconscious. He felt like he was on edge and was extremely nervous.

Especially as the team adjusted, his crotch shook violently with every step. It felt like a level 17 typhoon shaking the damper hanging under his skyscraper, making him shiver involuntarily and getting goose bumps on his skin, but he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

Soon, a staff member wearing protective clothing and holding an electric clipper came forward and motioned him to sit down:

"Shave off all your hair, beard, armpit hair, and body hair to prevent parasites and germs."

buzz~

The person who spoke was a woman. Before the scarred young man could react, the cold touch and buzzing sound of the clippers had already passed through his scalp.

The next second, pieces of dirty, matted hair began to fall, followed by beard and armpit hair...

"Spread your legs!"

?

"I'll say it again, open your legs. If you don't, there are plenty of men behind you. Hurry up!"

Listening to the woman's fierce urging, the scarred young man, who felt that he had become as cold and ruthless as a killer after half a year of the end of the world, couldn't help blushing.

For some unknown reason, he opened his legs and let him do whatever he wanted. The feeling of losing all cover made him extremely uncomfortable, as if the last layer of self-protection had been stripped away, but he also felt a little bit of pleasure that was difficult to describe.

"Okay, what's wrong? You can't bear to close your legs?"

In this magical state, time passed extremely quickly, and before the scarred young man could react, it was over.

Faced with the woman's teasing again, the scarred young man's face turned red again. He quickly closed his legs and stretched out his hand to block it.

Unexpectedly, this action made the woman in protective clothing burst into laughter, and she couldn't help but continue to tease:

"Come on, stop covering it up. I've already tried to cover it up, and it's impossible to cover it up anyway!"

"Sure, young man, you're the number one on my hands these days!"

Faced with the woman's teasing, and coincidentally urged by the team leader's staff, the scarred young man stood up and ran away as if escaping.

Mixed in the crowd, when leaving the 'barber area', the scarred young man couldn't help but look back, and the woman in the white protective suit just now happened to be looking at him.

The two looked at each other across the crowd. The woman raised her hand, pinching her index finger and thumb, making a lifting gesture...

In response, Scar Youth fled again...

But a tender sprout seemed to sprout from the barren and desolate land within my heart...

...

Then, the scarred young man with all his hair shaved off was led to an open-air shower area surrounded by simple partitions.

puff-

A stream of water mixed with a strong bactericidal soap sprayed down from the top of the head, and the whole place was instantly filled with smoke.

The staff member was holding a loudspeaker and loudly emphasized that every part of the body must be thoroughly cleaned, especially the nail crevices and skin folds. They would be checked later and those who did not meet the standards would not be able to proceed to the next process.

The warm water made him shiver all over, and it felt so good that he didn't want to stop even if he was slapped repeatedly.

Since the end of the world, as far as he could remember, he had never taken a hot shower, let alone a cold shower. He would only boil his drinking water secretly at the risk of being exposed.

So when he felt the hot water of the medicinal bath flowing through the 'black scales' on his body, the scarred young man's eyes instantly filled with tears.

This was the first time in almost a year that he felt so clearly that he was still alive...

After washing off the dirt and foam, what was revealed was pale skin caused by long-term malnutrition and distinct ribs.

After showering, at the exit, the staff will give each person a large, rough but clean towel, a set of gray cotton clothes, and a variety of sports shoes randomly distributed.

"Put them on and destroy all the old clothes. These are donated free of charge by the garrison troops in the Zhongzhou War Zone!" the staff emphasized.

"Zhongzhou War Zone?"

This was the second time Scarface had heard this title. If the first time was because of its powerful force, this time, it was warmth...

After putting on the clean new clothes, the scarred young man felt a long-lost, indescribable sense of relief, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, or as if he had shed a rotten old shell.

This is followed by a simple medical examination: measuring body temperature, checking for obvious trauma and signs of infection, and asking whether there are recent symptoms such as fever, cough, and diarrhea.

The whole process was quick and professional. The doctor who performed the examination was efficient and didn't say much except for the necessary questions.

After completing all the procedures, the scarred young man and several other survivors who came in at the same time were taken out of the disinfection area and walked towards an area separated by barbed wire deep in the gathering place - the isolation observation area.

When you enter the quarantine area, the first thing that catches your eye is long rows of large dormitories that have been converted from factory sheds or warehouses.

The dormitory door was open, and inside were neatly arranged simple double-decker iron beds, covered with uniform, slightly thin but clean straw mats or thin mattresses.

When the scarred young man was assigned a bed and walked into the dormitory, he was surprised again.

The environment here is indeed as simple as expected: rough concrete floors, mottled walls, the paint on the iron bed has mostly peeled off, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

But although it is simple, it is unexpectedly clean and can be described as spotless.

The scarred young man swore that even before the end of the world, his room had never been so clean.

The rough concrete floor was swept almost spotlessly, with no trash or stains to be seen.

Although the bed was worn out, all the items were neatly arranged. The shoes placed under the bed were all facing the same side, as if they had been measured with a tape measure. Even the blankets were folded into uniform squares.

There were no random graffiti on the walls, and although a lot of the window glass was broken, the remaining parts were polished to a very clear level. If it weren't for the cracks, you could hardly tell there was any glass.

Looking at everything before him, the scarred young man became more and more convinced that he might have really left the apocalypse...