The news of the third "unintentional", the solemn expression of the hotel owner Ugo, and the broadcast notice that the water will be cut off at night are mixed together, forming an indescribable and wonderful atmosphere, which makes the four carbon-based people of the "old-tone group" They all remained silent, and no one spoke for a while.
Wu Ge raised his hand and touched his golden hair, his expression returned to normal, his tone slightly complained, and he said to Jiang Baimian and others in a hurry:
"Go and fill up those basins and buckets in the bathroom, and if you want to take a shower, wash them quickly."
As he spoke, he walked towards the back of the lobby on the first floor, as if to prepare for the water cutoff.
He's acting so normal, he looks like he's used to something like that.
This made Jiang Baimian and others who were planning to ask about the recent "innocence" situation a little bit unable to react.
They finally decided to listen to the boss and stock up on the necessary water sources to wash away the dirt and exhaustion that had accumulated along the way.
By the time the "Old Tunes Group" was done with all this, the sun was already set in the west, and it was about to set on the horizon.
"We won't do business tonight, go out to find something to eat, then come back to sleep, take a good rest, recharge the battery, and maintain the system." Jiang Baimian looked at Genava and said the last half of the sentence.
Every room here has its own meter, new or old or patchwork.
When the others nodded, Shang Jianyao was the first to walk to the door.
Then, he was caught by Jiang Baimian.
"Wait first." Jiang Baimian said angrily, "Xiaobai and I have to put on makeup first, no, pretend to be."
Of course, they don't put on makeup to make themselves look better and brighter, but to make themselves seem ordinary and less eye-catching.
Bai Chen shook his head:
"I don't have to."
She had lived in the "First City", and knew that the gray soil women who came from the wilderness wanderer belonged to a relatively common type.
Jiang Baimian looked at her and said with a smile:
"Do you want to be recognized at a glance?"
Bai Chen was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
"I want too!" Shang Jianyao followed.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him and ignored him.
She knows that if she refutes, Shang Jianyao will definitely come up with the theoretical response of "boys should protect themselves when they go out", or give a clear "reason" from another angle.
They figured it out quickly, and randomly found a restaurant in the Green Olive district in a place called Rabe Street.
The restaurant has a modest name, "Axon," an ancient name for an area in the Red River Valley.
It is said that among the people who built the "First City", those from Akerson dominated.
The boss worked part-time as a waiter. He was wearing a linen shirt. He was rather burly and had strong arms.
He looked about forty, with black hair and blue eyes.
"Is there a menu?" Jiang Baimian asked after scanning around.
The boss shook his head:
"This is not in the Red Giant Wolf area.
"Today it's just beetroot, brown bread, pork sausage and potatoes."
He only mentioned potatoes, not specific dishes, because there are several ways to do it.
"All come." Shang Jianyao made a choice with a serious expression.
When Jiang Baimian touched his shy pocket, Bai Chen asked about the price: a full meal would almost empty out the rest of the group's Aure.
Tomorrow I have to earn money seriously, uh, first ask the company's intelligence officer to get a fund... Jiang Baimian sat down and began to order food.
During this process, Long Yuehong reluctantly asked again:
"No fresh meat?"
"You can only get so much every day, and it's sold out at noon." The restaurant owner explained briefly, "This is not in the Red Giant Wolf District."
Because the beetroot soup was already made and prepared, the pork sausage only needed a little more processing, and only the mashed potatoes took some work, and the "old-tone group" quickly had dinner.
At this time, it was not completely dark, and the sun was still hanging on the horizon, swaying the afterglow.
"This beet mixed soup feels a bit strange." Long Yuehong picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup first.
This is not the same as the internal eating habits of "Panga", which is thick and sweet.
Shang Jianyao did not agree with him, and focused on the sliced pork sausage.
While none of this is terribly tasty, it's still pretty good for the "Old Tune Group" of four carbon-based folks who are fed up with cans, compressed cookies, and energy bars.
While they were enjoying themselves, there were bursts of noise from a distance:
"We want land!"
"We're going to work!"
"We want to live!"
Long Yuehong curiously turned her body to the outside of the restaurant.
Not long after, a mighty group of people passed by on the street, some holding wooden signs, some holding papers with words like "We want land", "We want work", "We want life" and so on. content.
These people are typical Red River people, or blonde, or chestnut hair, or blue eyes, or green eyes.
Their shirts and coats are old, but the starch is fairly clean, and their faces are more or less disheveled.
"What are these people doing?" Long Yuehong asked blankly.
As if asking for something
Because they were the only customers in Akerson Restaurant, the burly boss answered his question casually:
"Those people are marching."
"Parade?" Jiang Baimian had only seen this word in books.
The original city was really different.
"Parade?" Shang Jianyao seemed to think this was a very interesting thing.
The restaurant owner said slightly disdainfully:
"These are the descendants of those old citizens. They don't work hard, they lose their farmland outside the city, and they don't want to go to work in the western suburbs. They just want to let the Senate start a war, or go to the wasteland to build new settlements, so that They can get land, or get public office."
There was a big problem with the layout of the original city. The factory area was further west of the upper reaches of the Red River, so that the waste water flowed through the city.
This is also due to its practical factors. At first, from the east to the north of the city, there were many places with serious pollution and distortion, and factories could not be built. However, there were a lot of fertile farmland in the southeast and due south.
At the same time, affected by the destruction of the old world, the local climate is slightly chaotic, and the wind direction is from east to west all the year round, and places such as the Golden Apple District in the southeast of the city rely on the water source of the Taiwei River, a tributary of the Red River, so the layout continues like this. .
After listening to the restaurant owner's answer, Long Yuehong suddenly realized:
"I'm lazy and don't want to suffer..."
At this time, Shang Jianyao asked suspiciously:
"Why do so many people lose their fields at the same time because they don't work hard?"
They said these few words, but the procession has not yet come to an end.
The restaurant owner was silent for a while and said:
"With so many citizens, there will always be some who are lazy and don't work hard."
Jiang Baimian gave Shang Jianyao a wink and told him not to ask again.
To gag the guy's mouth, she forked a few slices of pork sausage onto the other's plate.
Long Yuehong glanced left and right, and finally decided to concentrate on the meal.
The voices of "We want land" and "We want work" gradually faded away, as if entering the red giant wolf area.
Maybe they were all hungry, and it didn't take long for the "Old Tune Group" to finish their dinner like a storm.
Looking at the environment with visibility, Jiang Baimian thought about it and said:
"Let's take a walk around."
It's the team leader's favorite observation environment and familiarity with the terrain... Long Yuehong is not surprised at all.
"Okay!" The well-fed Shang Jianyao was excited, while Genova imitated his reaction.
Bai Chen didn't say that she was already familiar with this area, because she hadn't been here for a long time, and she wasn't sure if there had been any changes. She had to measure it on the spot to feel at ease.
In this way, the "Old Tune Group" and a group of five people strolled along Rabe Street in the attitude of digesting food after dinner, and walked towards the Red Giant Wolf District.
In the dim sky, they saw many people hurrying to and fro, looking very busy, but their expressions were quite numb.
From time to time, people with vicious expressions or groups of three or five looked at them, but they turned their eyes away after seeing the "red light" of Genava.
Seeing that the Third Avenue separating the Green Olive Area and the Red Giant Wolf Area was in sight, Jiang Baimian and the others heard another noise.
They looked around and found a figure standing on the top of a low-rise building.
His body was quite stooped, and he was guarding against whoever was on the other side.
boom!
After a gunshot, the figure fell backwards, fell from the roof, and hit the ground heavily.
When the blood quickly overflowed, Long Yuehong heard someone sigh behind him:
"the fourth… "
At this time, the sun completely sank into the horizon, and at first there were a lot of lights all over the city.
The Milky Way is reflected on the other side of Third Avenue, and this side is dotted with stars.