"Three, this is your room."
A man named A Quan led Chu Qianxun and the others to the front of the three dormitories.
He handed over the key to the room, and with a pleasing attitude, he enthusiastically explained the precautions for living in this base.
They even swept the floor and wiped the table and cleaned the room for them.
The Nanxi base has a much smaller number of people than the Echeng base, and all people are required to live together on a middle school campus.
The entire base has adopted a kind of militarized management, so a clear class consciousness has initially emerged.
Ordinary people do the hardest and most tiring work in the base, and use the earned work points to receive special "meal tickets" in the base in exchange for food.
The saints can enjoy superior treatment. They have a high status in the base and receive the service and flattery of those ordinary human beings.
Saints like Chu Qianxun, when they arrive at the base, can be assigned to single-person dormitories with bright light and separate toilets.
Ordinary people without supernatural abilities mostly crowded into the open-ended Datong shop downstairs, and more often slept in classrooms in the teaching building, sleeping on beds that were barely made up of desks.
Looking down from the dormitory window on the third floor, there was a long queue on the playground distributing today's meals.
The food is a pot of clear soup that is like a pot of water, and a pot of fried noodles that has become a stiff mass.
The people in line are holding colorful tickets in exchange for food that beggars may not eat until the end of the day.
An old man handed over two special green "meal tickets", which are his work points for a day's work.
The rice cooker scooped a spoonful of noodles and slammed it into his bowl. The spoon was not big, and a pitiful little bit of noodles couldn't even cover the bottom of the bowl in the old man's hands.
"Master, okay, give me a little more. I have a baby at home."
The cook impatiently spooned some clear soup and poured it into his bowl.
"Give me a little more, give me a little more, it's not enough to eat at all."
"Let's go, there's no arguing without a meal ticket." The person who ordered the meal became impatient.
"Go away, old man, don't delay Laozi's meal." The man behind the old man pushed him away and handed out four meal tickets, "Master, give me two copies."
The old man fell out of the line, he protected the food, wiped his tears and left.
"What a pity." Gao Yan stood at the window.
"There's nothing to be pitiful about, is it reasonable for him to be weak?" Jiang Xiaojie sat by the window with one foot hanging, "It's good to eat at this time. When I hid in the mountains, I was starving for two days. ."
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He saw Chu Qianxun's eyes look over, and for a while he was worried that Chu Qianxun didn't like him being too indifferent.
"Am I wrong? Sister Chihiro?"
Chu Qianxun reached out and touched his head.
At this time, no one can afford to support idlers.
The organizer of the base can provide such an opportunity, so that people in the whole base can have the opportunity to replace food with physical labor, which is already very capable.
Of course, such a system may have many abuses, bullying, injustice and other drawbacks.
But in an era when food and clothing cannot be solved, all human rights will give way to the problem of survival.
Chu Qianxun remembered the condescending leader of the base he saw in that conference hall, the man's name was Tang Juan.
She could not have imagined that such a person could have such a powerful and effective organizational ability.
"The three of you don't have to line up at the playground. There is a cafeteria on the second floor of the opposite building, which provides meals for the saints."
After Aquan cleaned the house, he respectfully handed over a few red meal tickets, "This is provided by the base for free to the new saints. One red ticket is equal to ten green tickets. You can participate by participating Al Qaeda's actions are based on contributions in exchange for tickets. In our base, only tickets can be used to buy things."
"Thank you." Chu Qianxun took out a small bag of biscuits from the bag and threw it to him.
Ah Quan accepted it with great gratitude. He sharpened his head and grabbed the job of the reception. First, it was to get familiar with the new strong man, and secondly, it was for such a small tip.
Although the girl in front of her is a girl, she is also generous. Ah Quan became more enthusiastic and thoughtful.
"What if someone just lives in the base but doesn't participate in the operation?" Chu Qianxun asked.
"That won't work. According to the regulations, combat saints must participate in field work at least once within ten days, er, that is, those searching for supplies or hunting demons." Ah Quan replied,
"But there's no need for a girl like Gao. She can get a ticket as long as she goes to the base to register with Teacher Jiang and complete the assigned treatment."
Chu Qianxun nodded. This base was already a bit of a model for large-scale base management in the future.
But in Chu Qianxun's memory, she had never heard of the base's name and Tang Juan. Perhaps the base was eventually destroyed in some disaster.
In the apocalypse, countless bases have been captured by monsters and destroyed by humans themselves. It's not uncommon.
"Who is that Teacher Jiang?" Chu Qianxun continued to inquire.
"Oh, Mr. Jiang, that's the great man of our base. He and his son were both teachers in this school. After the end of the world, Brother Fan brought a few people in and cleaned up all the monsters in the school. Jiang The teacher helped to manage this place."
When it comes to this teacher, Ah Quan seems to admire him very much.
"You can see that the rules and systems here are all drawn up by Mr. Jiang. The base is so well-organized as it is now, thanks to Mr. Jiang and his son. We usually just kill monsters."
Chu Qianxun briefly touched Nan Xiji's situation, and then sent Ah Quan away, and went to the cafeteria with Gao Yan and Jiang Xiaojie.
as they cross the playground.
I saw the old man who had just received the food sitting by the playground feeding his seven or eight-year-old grandson.
A little bit of food, and a grandson who was hungry all day. It made him almost reluctant to take two bites, and stuffed most of the noodles without oil and water into the mouth of the little grandson.
When the three passed by, Gao Yan fell behind.
Seeing that Chu Qianxun was not paying attention, Gao Yan quickly squatted down and put a baked bird|egg in the pocket into the bowl.
It was on the way here, and Chu Qianxun went up to the tree to touch it, and it was roasted and divided into two.
Gao Yan was not willing to eat it all in one go, so she put one in her pocket.
Chu Qianxun cast a glance at her and said nothing.
What came to her mind was the appearance of Gao Yan once fiercely grabbing the food from the child's hand.
Sister Yan is completely different from the one she used to be. Chu Qianxun thought to himself.
The three entered the dining hall.
Although the food in the cafeteria was not as good as before the end of the day, it was significantly better than the ones distributed on the playground.
There was rice, steamed buns, and some meat dishes that were very rare at the time. Of course, the price is also quite expensive.
If you're willing to spend the money, you can even have the chef cook you a steaming bowl of noodles on the spot.
The three of Chu Qianxun were newcomers, and basically everyone in the audience looked at them a few times.
In order not to attract excessive attention from others, they only ordered the simplest meals and found a corner to sit down to eat.
Not far from them, a middle-aged man took out a pamphlet and recited prayers reverently before preparing to eat.
Tang Juan just happened to bring someone in from outside the restaurant, and he kicked the man's chair over with his foot.
The booklet lay on the ground with a pair of angel wings printed on the cover.
Most of the people in the restaurant stood up and greeted Tang Juan. No matter how old they were, they called him Brother Juan.
Tang Lian was naked, with a coat draped over his shoulders, surrounded by a group of men with ferocious faces.
"Old Zhang, how many times have I told you, don't believe this or what Laozijiao is all about fooling you mentally retarded." He bent down, stretched out a finger, nodded his head, and stepped on it with one foot. On the cover of the booklet, "It really makes me eat."
The man named Lao Zhang blushed and got up from the ground. He lowered his head and dared not speak.
"Forget it, forget it, Ah Juan, this is what Lao Zhang likes."
An elderly man with glasses and a refined appearance walked out from behind Tang Juan, and patted Tang Juan on the shoulder to persuade him.
Tang Lian snorted from his nose, raised his feet, and found a place to sit down.
Lao Zhang picked up the booklet and thanked the elderly man with glasses in a low voice, "Thank you, Teacher Jiang."
He quickly put away the booklet, bowed his head and left.
Tang Lian stood on his feet, with a cynical look on his face, his face full of disdain.
"Forget it, forget it, Ah Juan, everyone has their own aspirations, don't have the same knowledge as him."
The legendary Teacher Jiang pushed his glasses and sat down beside Tang Juan.
The people who followed Tang Juan into the door took their seats beside him one after another.
They have long been served with plentiful food.
While eating, Tang Juan complained to the people around him, "Any god who loves the world is a piece of shit. Their sect has a research institute in Goose City, and there is a woman with bird wings in it, and they call it a holy angel. Mom. Yes, I have seen that woman before, and she kills people more ruthlessly than me. The blood angel is almost the same."
When the words "Blood Angel" passed Chu Qianxun's ears, her heart suddenly tightened.
She grabbed a memory fragment that flashed through her mind.
A few years before the end, there was a well-known figure in the Divine Love Group, whose nickname was the Bloody Angel. It was a cruel and bloodthirsty woman.
When the Divine Love Group tore off the veil of charity and began to expand its power aggressively.
This bloody angel often had wings on his back, hanging high in the air, the feathers on his wings turned into sharp blades and rained down from the sky.
The white wings were dyed red by the blood of the rebels every day, hence the nickname of the Bloody Angel.
After the advent of the demons, many weak people who could not survive independently chose to rely on the strong to survive.
To this end, they sacrificed their dignity, appearance, and even their bodies in exchange for three meals a day to survive.
People who do this are not limited to women, but men as well.
People can often see many powerful male saints surrounded by many beautiful women. Likewise, there are powerful female saints who keep good-looking men in captivity.
The reason why this bloody angel can be so notorious is that even a small person like Chu Qianxun who was still at the bottom of the society has heard of it, mainly because she not only has a large number of lovers around her, but there are even scandals about the abuse and murder of lovers from time to time. Come.
A picture was frozen in Chu Qianxun's mind, a picture of this bloody angel that he had seen in the newspaper many years ago.
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Chu Qianxun stood up.
All kinds of pictures flashed in her mind, all kinds of conversation sounds.
With this clue, memories from many years ago began to revive.
At that time, she was still struggling to survive in the quagmire. For her, the affairs between the big guys and giants had nothing to do with her.
At most, by chance, I caught a few glimpses of the words published in Jin Gui's newspaper.
The well-known Shenai Group used to be just a small pharmaceutical research and development company.
Where was that company first? What is your name
Chu Qianxun felt her body become cold, and the truth was in front of her eyes, just waiting for her to stretch out her hand to reveal it.
The well-known healing potion "Holy Blood" of the Shenai Group is worth thousands of dollars, and it is hard to find a single dose.
"Holy Blood" is divided into three levels according to the level of curative effect. The first-level holy blood is a somewhat thick liquid form, and Chu Qianxun has never seen it at the middle and high level. It is said to be a semi-solid form.
Chu Qianxun also once gritted his teeth and spent a lot of money to buy a primary "Holy Blood", the taste in his mouth...
She suddenly clenched her fists, bent down, and spat out with a vomit.
Gao Yan and Jiang Xiaojie were taken aback,
"Miss Qianxun, what's wrong with you?"
"Are you all right, Chihiro?"
Chu Qianxun waved her hand, and her memories formed a complete line.
The Holy Angel Mercy Relief Society is the predecessor of the famous Divine Love Group in later generations.
Their pharmaceutical research and development center was originally located in Goose City.
Three months after the apocalypse, their researchers accidentally discovered the dying Ye Peitian in the warehouse.
What did they do with Ye Peitian
Why did Ye Peitian turn into a murderous madman and pursue the Shenai Group at all costs to take revenge like crazy
Chu Qianxun didn't even need to think about it, the disgusting answer was already spread out in front of Chu Qianxun.
Chu Qianxun declined Gao Yan's care, waved his hands, and closed his eyes.
The indifferent and selfish Gao Yan is actually a gentle and considerate woman. The murderous Ye Peitian is a silly white sweet who will sacrifice for others at every turn.
The Divine Love Group, which has saved all mankind, is secretly doing human experiments, and even perverted to the point of extracting human flesh and blood for their own benefit.
Retraveling the previous path and seeing everything from different heights completely overturned Chu Qianxun's memory.
Back at the residence, Chu Qianxun sorted out his backpack and equipped his weapons without a word.
She was wearing a black jacket, short boots, and gloves, with a pair of knives pinned to her straddle, a dagger on her leg, and a gun on her waist, with a cold murderous aura all over her body.
Gao Yan and Jiang Xiaojie were startled.
"Qianxun, where are you going?" Gao Yan grabbed her.
"I'm leaving for a few days. You and Xiaojie are waiting for me here. Don't run around."
"Sister Qianxun, what are you going to do, I'll accompany you?" Jiang Xiaojie didn't know what happened, but he knew that Chu Qianxun looked like he was going to fight.
"You don't have to go. I have something to confirm. I'll be back soon. You stay here."
Although Chu Qianxun's rank was higher than all the saints in the Goose City Base, he couldn't bear the large number of them.
If there is a conflict, it will be very dangerous. Chu Qianxun didn't want to implicate an innocent young man like Jiang Xiaojie because of his anger.
She put on her backpack, stretched out her hand on the third floor windowsill, and jumped down.
Gao Yan and Jiang Xiaojie rushed to the window, only to see a black figure flashing a few times on the wide playground, running all the way towards the school gate.
The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write about Qianxun’s return to Goose City in one breath, so that you don’t worry, but you see that it’s already eleven o’clock, and it’s too late, so I have to put it on tomorrow.
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