Hanging the pot to help the world is called the Society of Helping the World. The original intention is to save the people from the fire and water. In history, the Jishihui emerged several times in troubled times. After the national reunification, it quietly disbanded and disappeared without a trace. It came vigorously, and went silently. Style, is a powerful incredible organization.
"I heard from my father that this organization cannot be provoked, and it is best not to provoke it." Huang Yueyue dissuaded in a low voice. It's not that she looks down on Liu Weian, it's that the gap between the two is too great.
It was already the third day back in Times Square. Liu Weian recovered from his injuries and began to plan to find trouble with the Jishihui. He is not a person who likes to suffer. After searching for hours on the Internet, I realized that things are not that simple.
The Internet has become an inseparable thing for human beings. Basically, you can find anything you want on the Internet. According to Liu Wei'an's thinking, the Jishihui is such an amazing organization, and there should be overwhelming descriptions about the Jishihui on the Internet. , However, the facts are completely opposite to what he imagined.
Not at all, there is no description of the Jishihui on the Internet, the organizational structure, the names of the personnel, and even the organization of the Jishihui, which cannot be found on the Internet. There are only a few charitable organizations with the same name. In the end, she had no choice but to ask Huang Yueyue for advice. She was born in an aristocratic family and had access to a wide range of information. She should know about such a high-ranking organization.
Huang Yueyue has indeed heard of the Jishihui, but what she knows is limited. Based on her description, it can be summed up in these few words: powerful, secret, deep, rigorous, and terrifying. The last piece of advice offered is to not provoke.
Saying is tantamount to not saying.
Liu Wei'an didn't say a word. The problem now is certainly because he wants to find a place, but the more important reason is whether Ji Shi will let him go.
"I suggest you listen to Ms. Huang, Jishihui, you can't afford to offend me." Zhao Hanqing came out from the inner room, her face was haggard, and she felt a little weaker. After Uncle Zhang's death, she There was no smile on his face.
"As long as an organization is composed of people, there are weaknesses." Liu Weian's eyes flashed brightly, he had a premonition that the medicine was still in his hands, Huang Yueyue was still following him, Ji Shihui would not let him go, And, this day, not too far away.
"Those people are genetic warriors." Zhao Hanqing glanced at Liu Weian. He didn't want to speak at first, but after hesitating for a while, he still said it.
"What is a genetic warrior?" Liu Weian was inexplicably shocked, this word gave him a very bad feeling.
"Have you seen the movie? Resident Evil, that's what it means." Zhao Hanqing gave a sneer that she didn't know whether it was ironic or angry, "Those people you saw were just failures."
"How do you know so clearly?" Liu Wei'an was horrified, the failed products are so powerful, wouldn't the mature products be against the sky? Immediately, doubts arose again, staring at Zhao Hanqing, these things should also belong to the secrets of Jishihui.
"My grandfather's death is related to the study of genetic warriors." After Zhao Hanqing finished speaking, she stopped talking.
"Master, it's time to eat." Fang Xiaoyuan said respectfully. She was originally called Master Liu Weian, but this time she changed it to Master for some reason.
Liu Wei'an didn't care either. He originally wanted to ask more information about the Gene Warriors and the Jishihui, so he gave up and said with a smile, "Let's eat first." A big round table, six dishes, and one soup, for the city , This kind of hospitality can only be said to be simple, but in the slave area, it can be said to be rich. Even if the economy of the slave area is soaring and the prosperity is a hundred times that of before, there is still a huge gap with the city.
"Sit down and eat together." Liu Weian said to Fang Xiaoyuan who was standing. Fang Xiaoyuan is a slave, so he is not qualified to sit and eat with his master. However, Liu Wei'an didn't care about these.
Huang Yueyue chewed her meals slowly, she didn't eat or sleep, she was perfectly reflected in her body, and one could see a kind of aristocratic atmosphere. Zhao Hanqing thought about it, and only stared at the dish in front of him while eating. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't have the time to speak, and it looked very quiet on the table. Except for the first day, the lion didn't eat here for the next few days. The hairy monkey and the spider were still recovering from their injuries. They have almost recovered in the past few days. They should be able to get out of bed in these two days. The speed is so fast, thanks to Zhao Love this doctor.
I don't know the taste of a meal. After finally finishing eating, Liu Wei'an immediately made a request, walked outside, Huang Yueyue responded lightly, Zhao Hanqing didn't know what to say, neither agreed nor objected. However, seeing Liu Weian go out, he also followed behind.
It was already dusk, the sun was about to set, the afterglow shone on the earth, not red, but a rare purple, the temperature began to drop, and a gust of wind blew, bringing some coolness.
The past few hundred miles of Times Square is an endless wasteland. Because there are no plants, and there is basically no rain all year round, the soil is cracked, and a large part of it has begun to desertify. Whenever the wind blows, Times Square will be shrouded in a yellow mist.
Fortunately, the wind is not strong now.
"It's so beautiful!" Huang Yueyue looked at the sunset in the sky, and a happy smile appeared on her pretty face. On the endless wilderness, there was only one round of red sun setting. Such a scene is something that canaries raised in the city will never have the chance to see. arrived. Zhao Hanqing just glanced at it lightly, then lowered her head again, not knowing what she was thinking.
Times Square is very lively, people come and go, adults and children, men and women, although many people are still disheveled, sallow and thin, but compared with a few months ago, it is much better, at least the spirit is raised , There was light in their eyes, just like before, there was only numbness and despair in their eyes.
A wide and straight road appeared in the field of vision, with sixteen lanes, smooth and solemn. In the wilderness, such a road suddenly appeared, and there was no end to it at a glance, which gave people a great shock.
"The total length of the road is 672 kilometers. Now 60 kilometers have been built, one tenth of which, using 138,000 manpower. About 150,000 people live on this road. It is estimated that another eight The road will be completed within two months. By then, the number of slaves near Times Square is estimated to exceed 500,000." Fang Xiaoyuan's voice was filled with a touch of pride, and all of this was done by her hands.
"500,000?" Liu Weian was taken aback. This number is not small. You know, a county only has hundreds of thousands of people, such as Banshi County, which only has more than 500,000 people.
"There are many slave areas, not just near Banshi County. There are at least three slave areas of the same size nearby. These days, many slaves from other slave areas have come here one after another. That's why There will be so many, when the road is repaired, more people will come." Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Wei'an.
"With the capacity of Times Square, it can't accommodate so many people, right?"
"It's definitely unbearable now, but in the future, it's hard to say." Fang Xiaoyuan's tone was light, but the incomparable self-confidence was revealed.
Liu Wei'an took a deep look at her, but didn't speak.
At this time, a group of wandering slaves flocked towards Liu Wei'an. They were well-dressed, and they were clearly rich. These slaves shouted: give me some food, give me some water, I will starve to death.
These people are skinny and skinny, with withered and yellow hair, which has not been washed for many years, almost condensed, and a pair of tired eyes with numbness. Although they are running at a trot, their speed is slower than walking, and they are in extremely poor condition. It was about to fall down at any moment, and before it got close, a stench was already coming.
"Stop, you go over there, go over there." Fang Xiaoyuan didn't need to make a sound, and immediately a patrol team rushed over to stop the group of slaves and arrange them to go to other places.
"Where are you going to drive them?" Huang Yueyue couldn't bear it.
"As long as you are not sick, you can get some water, food, and an energy tube. If you are willing to join Times Square, you will be arranged to work, and you can have food every day in the future. If you refuse to join Times Square, you will be expelled." Get out." Fang Xiaoyuan replied instead of Qin Zhou.
"What happens if you get rid of it?" Huang Yueyue asked. Fang Xiaoyuan didn't speak, just looked into the distance. Huang Yueyue followed its gaze and saw that on the other side of the road, about several thousand meters away, there were some rickety people gathered, some were lying down, some were lying on their stomachs, and some were shaking with their bodies supported. Walk forward staggeringly.
"What are they doing?" Huang Yueyue was puzzled.
"Wait to die." Fang Xiaoyuan said indifferently.
"Ah!" Huang Yueyue was taken aback, "Why don't these people do things when they have something to do?"
"They are used to sitting and waiting to die, and they don't want to change." Zhao Hanqing interrupted suddenly.
"Why is this happening?" Huang Yueyue felt incredible.
No one can answer this question. Fang Xiaoyuan glanced at Huang Yueyue who couldn't bear it, and there was something she didn't say. Every morning, the corpse collection team can collect more than two hundred corpses. Every day like this, there will only be more, not less.
Huang Yueyue was pessimistic about these hard-working lives. She wanted to ask how to treat sick slaves, but she lost interest.
"Boss! You are finally back, I miss you so much." As a big truck roared from a distance, with a snort, the big truck rubbed two three-meter-long black lines on the ground, and a giant Jumped off the big truck with a loud voice like thunder.
"Stop!" Liu Weian yelled to stop when the elephant was about to hug him. His small arms and legs couldn't help the elephant hug him.
"It'll be good if you come back." The elephant smiled coquettishly and grabbed his hair with his hands.
"You seem to be getting fat again." Liu Wei'an took a few steps back and looked at the elephant. He should be over 2.5 meters tall at the moment. Unlike the thinness before he left, his muscles are solid and powerful, like a bear.
"I didn't steal it." The elephant said quickly.
"Pffff—"
Huang Yueyue covered her mouth and smiled, the oppression brought by the elephant's huge size disappeared without a trace because of this sentence.
"You—" the elephant stared at him, and was about to get angry. After seeing Huang Yueyue's face clearly, he was stunned, and then his face turned red and turned into a monkey's butt. He quickly lowered his head, coy endlessly.
Liu Wei'an laughed.