Chapter 367 New Screening Method
The layout of Nanqing is similar to that of most large shelters.
There is a core area, a commercial area, and a 'mercenary street' that develops around the mercenary trade union and gradually forms an industrial chain.
The core area belongs to the inner city, and most of them live in high-rise, big power leaders and their relatives. Ordinary awakened people cannot buy property in the core area, either live in the commercial area or live in the mercenary street.
However, there are large shelters like Nanqing, and there are also areas that are often overlooked, but the area is equally large.
ghetto.
Officially known as the relief area.
The slums occupy about one-fifth of the shelter, but are home to more than 80 percent of the survivors.
There are almost no gaps and no sunlight. The road is as narrow as the room, and the unpleasant stench permeates the air. Occasionally, a few ragged people can be seen lying in the corner, and there are rumors that someone has been hanged from time to time. Or the news of death by jumping off a building.
This is the ghetto.
An area that the awakened people rarely mention, and are even more reluctant to enter.
The Intelligence Ministry has a stronghold in the ghetto.
Lan Qingya put on rough and shabby clothes, put on make-up, followed Uncle Hai into the slum area, and came to a stronghold in a tube building. Everything she saw on the way made her frown.
Hai Honghui smiled and said, "The situation you see now has improved a lot compared to when I first came here two months ago. With the food we sold to these shelters in Nanqing, the food in the slums Survivors can eat a little more twice a day, of course, it is impossible to eat enough relief food, and even if they work, Nanqing’s treatment is far from comparable to our shelter.”
Lan Qingya shook her head and sighed, "I know, it's just..."
As an intelligence officer, she was able to restrain her sympathy, but she was more determined to take away the survivors of the Southern Qing Dynasty.
...
Under the operation of intelligence personnel, some news is quietly entering the ears of some survivors in the slum.
Tang Wenliang walked out of the labor market, his eyes were blank, his steps were weak, he staggered, and instinctively walked towards the house he was assigned.
Like The Walking Dead.
Area B, Building 13, 5th Floor, Room 517.
In a small room of less than 30 square meters, more than 20 survivors lived together.
Especially the height of the five-story building, every time he climbed up, it would consume most of his strength.
Tang Wenliang couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten.
At first, when the city wall of the Nanqing Sanctuary was under construction, he was able to grab a job of moving bricks against sandbags from the labor market. At that time, the wages, plus the relief food he received, could barely make ends meet. Belly life.
However now,
The city wall in Nanqing has been completed, and the construction of shelters has become very rare. The labor market opens early every morning, and there are fewer and fewer jobs hanging on it.
For nearly a month, he failed to get a job.
I can't get enough to eat every day. Every day I wake up very early in order to go to the labor market. In addition, I climbed up and down the five-story building many times. Tang Wenliang's body is getting weaker and weaker. He can meet the requirements of the labor market. , and less and less.
The survivors in the same room persuaded him not to waste his efforts.
Most of the poor live in a daze. They go downstairs at one o’clock every day, lined up in a long line to receive relief food, and mechanically walk back to their room, leaning against the wall…
The same life repeats every day.
Tang Wenliang was not reconciled.
He used to be a well-fed person, and at most, he kept two or three catties of grain and hid it in his pocket.
But now...
Tang Wenliang's eyes regained a trace of clarity, and he felt that his body was empty, his strength was almost gone, and he gradually fell into despair.
Perhaps, they were right, there was no hope.
He looked up, counted the building numbers, and looked for the one he lived in.
Suddenly, he glanced unconsciously from the corner of his eyes, but found that there was a small advertisement posted on the telephone pole next to him.
new.
Tang Wenliang remembered clearly that when he came out in the morning, there were no small advertisements pasted on the utility pole that smelled of urine - his memory was very good.
In the slums, there are no advertisements at all.
For some reason, Tang Wenliang still dragged his heavy body and walked to the telephone pole, looking at the advertisement.
It is a job advertisement.
The strange thing is that there is nothing about work on it. It just mentions that the survivors who participate in the recruitment, whether they are selected or not, can get a pound of food.
"Pretty formal."
He didn't believe it, but the dazzling fonts of a pound of grain were imprinted in his mind and lingered.
He laughed at himself: Tang Wenliang, Tang Wenliang, why haven't you recognized the reality? There can't be a pie in the sky, and even if there is, it's not in a slum.
I want to take a step, but it is like taking root.
Two voices, one left and one right, kept hitting him.
"Fake, it's all fake!"
"A pound of grain."
"I didn't even write the content of my work, and I didn't do the real thing when I acted. It must be fake!"
"A pound of grain."
"I heard that there are cannibals in the slums to lure survivors to their homes. This must be a trap set by those cannibals..."
"A pound of grain."
...
Like a demon, two voices buzzed in his mind.
quite a while,
Tang Wenliang gasped for breath, and his unpredictable face finally showed a ruthless look, "Dry! Either eat a full meal, or deliver it to your door, and be treated as human flesh, I also recognize it!"
After staring at the small advertisement for a few times, he took a staggering pace and walked towards the address above.
behind,
Survivors in ragged clothes, strange to Tang Wenliang's behavior, walked to the telephone pole and looked back and forth for a few minutes, but still could not see the difference in this pole.
He could only murmur "neuropathy", then shook his head and left.
...
The address is in the ghetto.
The distance is not far, only a few hundred meters, but Tang Wenliang walked for nearly twenty minutes.
Standing in front of a narrow alley that could only accommodate two people passing side by side, he hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside and walked in.
The alley seemed extremely long, and Tang Wenliang walked for several minutes without reaching the end.
There are towering towers on both sides, and there are not a few rays of sunlight shining in, and there are no street lights, making it dark and deep.
Like a terrifying beast.
Tang Wenliang almost lost consciousness. There seemed to be a voice in his mind, a will, and it also drove his body instinctively forward to the invisible end.
...
The roof of the tower.
Hai Honghui was a little surprised, "It's so simple to have a highly talented person? That little advertisement doesn't seem to be anything special, right?"
Lan Qingya smiled lightly when she heard the words, "We are awakened ones, and we are awakened ones with strong spiritual power, so we can easily see the small advertisement, but the survivors here are just ordinary people, who can pass the first screening. Coming here, the natural spiritual power and the perception of runes are not weak."
Thank you for the 1,000-coin reward of "Looking like God and Man's Favorite Hatsune". . .
