【Scrap book pages】04 Bread
Subsistence allowance materials are the core resource of Baicheng.
While it often only consists of grits and compressed biscuits, it's these that feed most of Bait City.
Although the supply of bread has been discontinued, the chewy coarse wheat kernels and the sweetness of starch are an indelible beauty in the hearts of the people of Yicheng.
An Yu said that he never had a real sense of being alive.
Only when chewing bread did he briefly feel that it was good to be alive.
Chapter 6 Lost Area 53·06
An Yu knelt on the bitterly cold snow, the black muzzle of the gun pressed between his eyebrows.
boom!
He sat up suddenly.
Qin Zhilu stood upright in front of the window, "You slept so well."
An Yu looked at the terminal - he had only slept for ten hours. If it were in the past, I'm afraid ten days wouldn't be enough.
But he didn't want to discuss the topic of sleeping sickness, which sounds weird at first glance, so he lied and said: "Sorry, sir, you were right, I did have insomnia last night."
Qin Zhilu's expression suddenly became profound, "Insomnia?"
"Well... I also had nightmares."
"What dream?"
"Dream..." An Yu's sight touched the gun and quickly moved away, "Induction test."
Qin Zhilu was silent for a long time, until An Yu began to regret lying, but suddenly he heard a very soft sigh.
Before he could react, the figure had already walked in front of him, and the leather gloves weakly covered his head.
"The induction test will not cause any real harm, and everything will get better over time."
An Yu was slightly startled and looked up at Qin Zhilu.
Although he didn't understand the gesture language of touching his head, the officer's voice was gentler than usual, like the way Ling Qiu comforted him when there was no bread to eat.
Qin Zhilu quickly retracted his hand, "Billy went to survey the environment. Let's split up."
Power supply to Area 53 was restored at dawn.
The resource manager used electricity in a retaliatory manner, and hundreds of light bulbs on the first floor were all on, making An Yu dizzy.
When he went downstairs, Qin Zhilu was holding a piece of blood-stained note, "Is this left by the military?"
The resource director nodded, "I have conveyed it to nearby residents. Those who are not infected yet are all thanks to this."
An Yu followed him and looked at the note. The person who wrote it seemed to have shaking hands.
[For future companions:
1. Don’t stay in darkness for a long time, lighting is very important.
2. Stay away from people who dare not turn on the light. Don’t listen to them. They are no longer your kind.
3. If you feel hungry at night, eat more normal food and resist your urge to eat weird things.
Sincerely, Zhang Xun, Army 14205. 】
An Yu asked in a low voice, "Is it true?"
"It is indeed Mo from the military department." Qin Zhilu called up the military number in the offline information database.
Second Lieutenant Zhang Xun, 24 years old. A low-income orphan from District 15, he was recruited by the main city's military headquarters for his active participation in the clean-up operation and meritorious service. He has been in the military for 2 years and 4 months. His most recent assignment was a cleanup operation in Area 53.
This person's experience is very similar to that of Ling Qiu. Ling Qiu is also an orphan in the slums. The people in the slums are like a pool of gray stagnant water. Only he is colorful. When he mentions the main city, his amber eyes will shine.
"The first two points indicate that jellyfish are afraid of light, and the third one..." Qin Zhilu raised his eyes, "Did you feel hungry last night?"
An Yu nodded sincerely, "I'm very hungry."
The resource officer immediately glared over.
An Yu explained to him calmly, "That's not what I meant. I've just never had enough."
"You have so much food every month and you still can't get enough?" the resource manager mocked, "The greediest people are you, the minimum living allowance households."
Qin Zhilu turned to him, "What about you?"
The resource director shook his head, "Of course I didn't. Abnormal hunger is probably due to infection. The jellyfish gene is extremely active at night. Those officers who were lucky enough to come back from outside were frantically looking for food at night. By the way, no one dares to go out now. , you guys can help distribute the food. Don’t worry, the jellyfish won’t come out when there are lights.”
Qin Zhilu nodded, "How?"
"I've listed the household numbers where there are still living people, and just leave the supplies at the door." The resource manager said, "Oh, be careful when unpacking, there will be water bugs after the rain, and they like to get into wet cardboard boxes. Although the garbage It's not contagious, but it loves to bite."
An Yu thought, maybe you said it too late.
The resource director laughed dryly and said: "There seem to be a few cardboard boxes in the storage room. But I plugged the window cracks with newspapers. You should not be bitten, right?"
Thank you very much. Those old newspapers were bitten into briquettes.
An Yu smiled the friendly smile that Ling Qiu had trained on, "I haven't been bitten. They completely sealed the bugs. Thank you."
The resource director was about to show a relieved expression, but saw An Yu lowering his head as if at a loss, "But I seem to have done something wrong. I passed by your door when I was cleaning up the cartons, and accidentally scattered them. But okay. Like you said, no live bugs got in, just some eggs spilled into the cracks in the floor."
He looked up at the resource manager and said softly: "They are very small insect eggs, about the same size as cigarette ash."
The resource director's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked at An Yu intently for a long time, and finally made a smiley expression, "It's okay, I know you mean well. Let's set off after breakfast."
He said, taking out two long loaves of pumpernickel bread from the cupboard.
An Yu hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pick it up.
"What's wrong?" the resource manager asked.
"No." An Yu immediately took a big bite.
The saliva soaked up the sweet taste, and he chewed the tough coarse wheat kernels vigorously and quietly.
"Little beast." Qin Zhilu suddenly said.
An Yu suddenly stopped chewing.
"It's still a beast that will retaliate." Qin Zhilu looked at him for a moment, then pushed his own loaf of bread over, "No one will compete with you."
An Yu puffed out his cheeks and nodded.
When Qin Zhilu turned around, he started chewing quickly again.
Although it was daytime, the streets were still empty. The sky above Area 53 is shrouded in miasmatic fog, and all the light comes from electric lamps. It is dazzling but dull, giving it a sense of absurd doomsday.
An Yu squatted down and observed the water on the ground - the jellyfish was really gone.
Qin Zhilu drove the minivan of the resource station, and An Yu sat in the passenger seat and counted the lighted windows.
There are 200 households in each residential building in the outer city, and an average of 140 households have lights on. In other words, 30% of the population has been deformed or dead, and the slums in the inner city will only get worse.
An Yu asked softly: "Will the summit give up Area 53?"
The human life in Bai City is worthless. Ling Qiu said that once the distortion becomes difficult to control, Shangfeng will choose thermal weapons to annihilate it. One button builds a city, and under the black mushroom cloud, millions of people in the bait city will use their lives to block the spread of distortion.
This is not sensational. One day two years ago, An Yu was awakened from his deep sleep. At first, he thought that the dangerous building was finally going to collapse. Later, he learned that the distant District 95 was cleared of the entire city, leaving only Deep pits in the ground.
When he woke up that time, it was snowing all over the world. The heavy snow seemed to have given him a cold and made him sleepy for several days.
Qin Zhilu shook his head, "Killing the whole city is just a last resort. Although humans have long been beaten to a terrible state by aberrations, they still retain their dignity."
An Yu didn't quite understand, "Dignity?"
Qin Zhilu drove the car while looking ahead, "As long as you still have the strength to resist, you will never retreat to the dignity of the bottom line."
An Yu couldn't quite understand this persistence. The bait city uses the city as bait to expose the untouchables naked, while the main city remains silent under the dome, and the human elite is absolutely safe.
He said: "But our existence is originally to die for the people in the main city. Everyone has been waiting for that day since they were born."
Qin Zhilu suddenly looked at him and said, "As a native of Baicheng, your position is very strange."
"Isn't this the rules for grading human genes?" An Yu said calmly, "My neighbor said that the world is based on these rules."
"Gene grading is a means to resist natural disasters, not a tool to fight against each other, but it is becoming more and more distorted in its execution."
Qin Zhilu drove his car past the dim street lights and said calmly: "Two years ago, I was the one who proposed the attack on thermal weapons in Area 95."
An Yu was startled.
"The situation in Area 95 is very complicated. The first round of infection originated from pollen spread in the wind. The infected people did not immediately become deformed, and they coexisted with insect deformities. The two consecutive infections were far beyond the limits of human endurance. They lost their will, but Retaining their intelligence, they all turned into super-abnormal bodies. Before the main city had time to react, those guys had already brought the insect eggs and spread them to every corner of District 95 in a carnival."
Qin Zhilu was as calm as a narrator who stood aside from the incident, "When the Lawful Ones arrived, District 95, with 2,845,09 people, was completely deformed. If it is not abandoned immediately, Districts 94 and 96 will follow one another. Fall, within 24 hours at the latest, all human genes will be lost.”
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Compressed biscuits are packed in paper bags, one bag per household.
An Yu dragged the small flatbed truck, and the sound of the wheels waking up the whole building.
He placed a bag of biscuits on the ground of 904, "Hello, the supplies are at the door. Please try to pick them up at the wrong time."
There was a scratching sound from the door, and an old lady asked tremblingly: "Is he the resource director's subordinate? My grandson went to the resource station to look for food last night and never came back. Have you seen him?"
An Yu thought for a moment, "I went out at night and didn't come back, so it should have been..."
"I saw it." Qin Zhilu interrupted him, "The people who came last night were helping to organize the supplies. Don't move at home. He will be back after finishing his work."
"Okay, that's good...it scared me to death...thank you!"
The floor inside the door made a creaking sound, and she murmured: "It's cold and rainy, so let him wear more clothes so he doesn't get infected..."
Qin Zhilu didn't pause and continued walking to the next house.
An Yu asked in confusion: "Why did you lie to her?"
Qin Zhilu looked grim, "Did you hear any strange sounds?"
"what sound?"
Qin Zhilu did not answer.
