"What's wrong?" the woman asked.
"Well, I want to find someone." Liu Chang nodded, eating, and talking: "A few of my friends may pass by here, so I want to ask which forces here are more influential. After all The more people you have, the easier it is to find people.”
"So that's how it is." The woman smiled and took another bite of the purple sweet potato, and then said, "In that case, for the sake of the food, let me help you."
"Thank you then." Liu Chang said, "I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"
"Well, my name is Milan. I used to be a psychiatrist, but now..." Milan smiled wryly while eating a purple potato, "I sell my body."
"Oh." Hearing her helplessness, Liu Chang smiled wryly and shook his head, "I understand."
"Well, thank you for your understanding. It's because I understood too late that my little brother died." Milan finished eating the purple sweet potato in two or three bites, and wandered around in Liu Chang's room.
"How did he die?"
"Starved to death." The girl said these words, her face was still unnatural, "You are not very old. It was very difficult for a child to survive the first bacterial attack. He was lucky at that time , survived, but within a few days, due to lack of food and hunger, his whole body was edematous, and finally died."
"I've heard people say that the most painful way to die is burning to death. But after seeing how my brother died, I don't think so. Burning to death is better than starving to death," Milan said. The corner of his mouth twitched, "Especially the kind of slow starvation to death, it is really painful."
"So, from that moment on, you were enlightened?"
"Well, I don't want to die, let alone starve to death." The woman wandered up to Liu Chang, "But in this world, I have no hunting ability, no ammunition, no connections, no ability to mutate. I only have one person , all I can sell is this little thing.”
"Hmm." Liu Chang felt a little sympathetic when he heard Milan's words, but more of that was irritability. He had heard too many stories like this in the apocalypse. Doomsday is a huge melting pot, and everyone who lives in it has their own story—and most of them are tragedies.
Liu Chang's own life is full of tragedies—parents, friends, brothers and relatives, who have lost one after another, and who wants to hear whose tragic stories.
"Let's go, walk with me." Talking about the tragic topic, Liu Chang got up and stood up, "Let me take a look at this city, and learn about the power distribution here by the way."
"Well, come with me." Hearing Liu Chang's words, Milan turned and left the room.
Following her, Liu Chang put the giant weapon on the table—there is no fighting, it is not good to carry these two guys on the street—it is too conspicuous. However, the dagger and pistol still had to be brought, and he had two pistols, one large and one small, pinned to his waist. After Liu Chang tidied up, he left the room.
Following the woman all the way out of the building, Liu Chang didn't see Li Feng's figure. The other staff saw quite a few, but they didn't recognize him. Those people didn't ask anything after seeing him, it seemed like a very loose organization, and he just followed Milan all the way to the street outside.
"You look like you're here for the first time?" Milan asked after walking out of the building.
"Yes, it's the first time I came here, and I don't know much about it." Liu Chang looked back at the renovated building of the hotpot restaurant, and asked, "What's in it?"
"Oh, a transit station for food and goods, the stationmaster is Li Feng." Milan looked at Liu Chang suspiciously, "You don't know?"
"I don't know, I came here for the first time yesterday."
"Then I think he looks very familiar with you. Although that guy is not poor, no one is too rich these days. He can support someone for nothing and hire me?" Milan muttered, and then said: "But this It's none of my business, you'll be annoyed if you ask too many questions, you're nice to me, so I'll tell you everything I know."
"That's right." Liu Chang followed her to the street.
This hot pot restaurant is located in the center of the city, which is supposed to be a prosperous area, but there are not many people on the street—this is the case in the end of the city, and it is often full of life in the depression. This vitality is not the vitality of human beings, but the vitality of plants and other animals.
So, if you don't count the thatch on the roof and the bugs under your feet - this city really can only be described as dilapidated and depressed.
"How many people are there in the city now?" Liu Chang looked at the empty streets.
"About 100,000." Milan said, "Most of them are dead."
"No wonder." Liu Chang looked at the empty houses on both sides, "There are more dead than outside."
"What outside?"
"The outside world, the world outside the Hidden Forest." Liu Chang said, "I came from outside."
"Really?" Milan heard the news and said in shock: "It shouldn't be, who can pass through this prison forest? Everyone who enters is fascinated inside."
"Believe it or not, anyway, the death rate inside is really higher than outside, probably because of the strict blockade." Liu Chang was talking, and saw a listless person walking past him on the street. , "Do you call the Forest of Mischief the Prison Forest? It's hard to hunt in this wood, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's very difficult. Even if there are prey, it's too difficult to find." Milan put away his shock and said, "So the food inside is very precious, mostly plants found from outside, and the government side There is a research room, and after the transformation, everyone is asked to plant it. But the effect has not been very good... "
"Because plants will mutate after a few generations of planting, right?" Liu Chang knew that this was a problem for the whole world, and even Li Qingshui couldn't solve it back then, and it was even more impossible for these people to solve it.
"Yes. Not to mention the slowness of planting, the preservation is not good, and we have to look for seeds outside." Milan said: "This is the root cause of food shortage."
"So, in it, food is a hard currency that is harder than weapons?" Liu Chang thought, "Does it mean that if you ask someone for help, you have to have a large amount of food as a bargaining chip?"
"That's for sure, no friendship and no food, who will do things for you?" Milan said, pointing to himself: "Take me as an example, if it's not for the sake of a catty of food and that purple potato , do you think I will talk to you so much?"
"That's the truth." Liu Chang rubbed his chin, "If that's the case, take me to the biggest underworld society here."