Posen opened a crumpled paper bag to find a small loaf of oat bread and a large, dusty thumb bacon.
He was overjoyed and looked up at Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao. Seeing that they didn't pay attention to him, he hurriedly wiped the bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, he ignored the complicated and unpleasant smell around him, and nibbled at the small piece of oatmeal bread.
Perhaps because he was afraid of being robbed of the food, he devoured it and choked himself quickly.
However, he was an experienced scavenger, and skillfully took down the tin-white water bottle he had picked up before, and Gulu took a few sips.
At this moment, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao were rummaging through the piles of rubbish for possible clues.
The rubbish that is put into bags and sorted into different categories is relatively pleasing to the eye, allowing them to check efficiently, while the various kinds of rubbish that are directly poured into the bucket are mixed together, stacking up into a fermenting wet and sticky environment, some of which have already been Rotten, the taste is very touching.
Hearing the sound of Posen drinking water, Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a gas mask, turned around and looked at the scavenger.
He is in his forties, his eyes are blue, his face is full of traces of wind and frost, and the pale yellow beard around his mouth is messy and messy, stained with a lot of debris and water droplets.
After swallowing his choked food, the scavenger raised his left hand and wiped his beard.
Jiang Baimian noticed that his hand trembled slightly and unconsciously.
After thinking about it, Jiang Baimian took off the rubber glove on one hand and took out a photo from his pocket:
"Do you know this cigarette?"
That's the photo of the flag cigarette that Genova took.
Posen screwed the lid of the kettle and pointed to himself with his left finger:
"You, are you asking me?"
"Yes." Jiang Baimian answered in the affirmative.
She was about to say that she could pay a little, but Posen had taken a serious look at the photo and said:
"It's a flag cigarette, it has a short, useless filter and it's almost tasteless."
Compared with other cigarettes in the original city, the flag cigarettes are not only very strong in taste, close to the local tobacco, but also famous for a very short filter that does nothing.
"Have you ever smoked?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.
Perhaps the two of them did not grab the food they found, and they belonged to the type who could live in peace. Posen was no longer as alert as before, and said with a smile:
"Occasionally I can find some cigarette butts in the garbage room, all brands are there, as long as they are not wet, I will pick them up, find a fire and light them, take a couple of puffs, and feel the taste.
"It would be even better if we could find some food that day to fill our stomachs."
Posen has found that the purpose of the two people in front of him seems to be different from his own, and the two sides do not seem to be in competition.
Hearing the cigarette butts and smoking, Jiang Baimian's eyes lit up and patiently asked:
"You know all kinds of cigarette brands?"
"I used to smoke some, and there are often discarded old newspapers in the garbage room with advertisements for various cigarettes." Posen said with a little pride, "I know words!"
Jiang Baimian immediately asked:
"Then where did you find the flag cigarette butt?"
Posen recalled:
"That time, I went to the Green Olive area to sell all kinds of things I picked up. When I passed by the port, I picked it up on the road. I was looking forward to it. The result..."
As a result, the customers of the banner cigarettes will take a few puffs of the cigarette butts before throwing it away. In addition, the short filter tip design has no filtering effect and cannot block certain ingredients, and the residual taste is almost zero.
Jiang Baimian was a little disappointed, and asked in confirmation:
"You didn't find this kind of cigarette butts in these blocks?"
"No." Posen shook his head affirmatively.
Jiang Baimian thought for a second:
"So which buildings have you been to in the last week?"
She's going to use exclusion.
Posen thought about it carefully:
“Gade Building, Hearst Apartments…”
As he spoke, he pointed with his right hand.
Jiang Baimian found that his right hand also had some problems, not so flexible.
After writing down the name of the building in the Posen newspaper, Jiang Baimian stood up, walked out of the garbage room, and took out the walkie-talkie in a secluded place nearby.
"Gade Building, Hearst Apartments... Put them in the second place, and give priority to other buildings on the list." She gave orders to Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Genova.
After getting a positive reply, she put away the walkie-talkie and returned to the garbage room just now.
At this time, Shang Jianyao had already had a good talk with Posen.
"Are you looking for something? Don't worry, the garbage truck is still hours away." Posen comforted his new friend.
"Well." Jiang Baimian nodded, squatted down again, and put on the rubber glove.
Posen rummaged through all kinds of rubbish, looking for food and valuable items, and laughed:
"There are often interesting things to be found here.
"In the winter before, I found a bag of clothes in an opaque bag. Guess what?"
Shang Jianyao responded cooperatively:
"Coat, padded jacket?"
"No no no." Posen shook his head.
He smiled and said:
"There are a pair of dark blue socks, a pair of black leather boots, a pair of silk panties, a pair of black trousers, a white shirt, a black waistcoat, and a black formal suit, the kind that the nobles like to wear, and They are all still new, with no signs of stitching."
"This sounds a bit weird." Jiang Baimian's thoughts changed, and he probably understood what was going on.
A certain noble learns the style of Weller, the forensic playboy of Redstone, and comforts other people's wives. As a result, others go home early and block him in the house.
He didn't care to put on his clothes, climbed out of the window, and fled in a state of "the emperor's new clothes".
In the follow-up, he either met the entourage who was guarding nearby, or found the sheriff in the name of being robbed, or ordered the laundry of others.
The wife was afraid that the clothes and shoes he left behind would be found by her husband, so she hurriedly put them in a bag, took them down in the name of taking out the garbage, and threw them into the garbage room.
Posen was about to respond when he found an apple that was half rotten.
His eyes lit up and he put it into the linen pocket he brought.
After doing this, Posen smiled:
"Yeah, I can imagine a love story.
"Unfortunately, I didn't dare to sell that suit in the Golden Apple District and the Red Giant Wolf District, so I could only deliver it to the Green Olive District, but it also cost me a full 5 Ole.
"It was a wonderful month..."
Shang Jianyao listened to it with relish and expressed his opinion:
"That suit is worth at least 50 ore."
"50? At least 200!" Posen retorted.
Jiang Baimian glanced at him and nodded slightly:
"You seem to have some education?"
"I'm a citizen," Posen emphasized. "I used to be in the military."
"Then how did you become, scavenger?" Jiang Baimian asked curiously.
Posen was silent for a while and said:
"I used to be the one with the most accurate marksmanship in our battalion, and I made a lot of credit. Later, in a war, my right forearm was injured, and my movements became less flexible, so I left the army.
"I was allocated a lot of farmland at that time, just in the southern suburbs, and lived a good life for several years, until the weather changed drastically that year, the food production fell sharply, and the Senate refused to help us...
"Afterwards, I couldn't bear the debt, so I could only sell the land to a nobleman and enter the city by myself..."
Jiang Baimian deliberately asked:
"Then why don't you become a relic hunter and seek a living in the wasteland of the North Shore
"At your age, there should be some oil in the tank."
Posen showed a bitter smile:
"The day I found out that the interest on my debt was unbearably high, my left hand started to tremble every now and then.
"I can't use a gun with both hands anymore..."
After a brief silence in the garbage room, Shang Jianyao asked seriously:
"Then do you hate the Senate for not helping you
"Do you hate those nobles who took the opportunity to offer usury and annex your land?"
Posen's expression changed a few times, he lowered his head slightly, looked at the ground and said:
"Hate, how can you not hate
"Humm, Jasper, Paris... They died one after another before they got those lands back, but they ended up in the hands of the nobles who didn't take any risks in the war."
Suddenly, he raised his head and roared slightly in pain:
"We citizens have died one after another to have the current 'First City', but they just want to deprive us of our land and send us to those factories!
"Most of the slaves in the factories don't live for three years!"
Jiang Baimian listened quietly, and looked at Shang Jianyao.
For the first time, she felt the internal contradictions of "First City" so clearly.
…
Alpha Building, in the attached garbage room.
Bai Chen and Long Yuehong also wore gas masks and rummaged through all kinds of garbage with Genova.
A large number of companies and chambers of commerce are stationed here, and there are also apartments for employees, which were not originally on their inspection list today, but Jiang Baimian’s previous report made them abandon the Gade Building and Hearst Apartments.
"It's really a test of patience." Long Yuehong almost used the analogy of finding a needle in a haystack.
Bai Chen glanced at him sideways and said:
"It's the kind of place where it's almost impossible to find clues, and it's possible for a true 'priest' to be careless.
"Hurry up and find this place before the garbage truck comes."
While she was speaking, the movements of her hands did not stop at all.
—As unofficial personnel, they must avoid when there are a lot of people rummaging for garbage, so as not to startle the snakes, and at the same time, they have to rush to the garbage truck to remove the garbage, otherwise, after the garbage is mixed together, who knows where it comes from.
"Okay." Long Yuehong endured a little nausea and continued to work.
In this regard, Genova has no discomfort at all.
As time passed quickly, Long Yuehong picked up a thin plastic bag and dumped the rubbish inside on the ground.
His eyes swept away, his eyes suddenly frozen.
There were several short-filtered cigarette butts in the rubbish.
This is the butt of a banner cigarette!
Long Yuehong raised her head subconsciously, looked outside the garbage room, and looked at the twenty-seven-story Alpha Building.