The households that were crossed out on the list were indeed empty, and there was no light under the cracks in the doors.
An Yu jumped over the crossed-out households and placed the paper bag at the next household, "Hello, subsistence allowance supplies, please..."
The door suddenly opened, and a man stood cowering under the dim light, "Excuse me, is today the last bag?"
An Yu didn't understand, "What last bag?"
"I only have one light bulb left in my house, and I can't give it to others." The man begged in a low voice, "Can you please stop cutting off my food?"
An Yu's movements suddenly froze.
He suddenly thought of the light bulbs all over the resource station.
"Sir, I don't really understand... I understand that in this special period, the city's supplies need to be redistributed, but if I have to cut off my food because I don't have the energy to help others, it is unreasonable." The man said in a tone. Trembling: "Oh, of course, I didn't question your intention, I just wanted to ask... apart from light bulbs and money, what else can be requisitioned? As long as I have it, I will give it to you... I will give it to those in need!"
Qin Zhilu asked: "One light bulb can exchange for one day's food?"
"Yeah, aren't you the ones with the resources?"
Qin Zhilu continued to ask, "What is the reason for expropriating light bulbs?"
"Many poor people in the inner city have no lights and may be attacked by jellyfish at any time, so the whole city needs to be calmed down."
Qin Zhilu was silent for a moment, "I understand."
He walked straight past 908 and stopped at the door of 909.
An Yu flicked the list, "909 is gone..."
The door of 909 suddenly opened, and a woman with wheat-colored skin stood in the door. The muscle lines of her arms exuded a different kind of charm.
But she shaved her head and held a whip in her hand. The whip was black and thick, as if it were braided with hair.
An Yu felt familiar, and it took him a long time to say in surprise: "Miss Luo Qing?"
She is the woman whose resources are not available to her. She has a good relationship with Ling Qiu and is one of the few people An Yu has spoken to.
Luo Qing was also lost for a moment, "An Yu? Why is it you...that..."
She touched her bald head uncomfortably and handed over the hair whip, "This is the supplies I donated to the inner city. Please help me pass it to the resource director, and send us some food tomorrow." "
She pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't need to be too much, just enough for my daughter to feed herself. If this is not enough, I..." She paused again and again, and finally said with determination: "I am willing to go to the inner city by myself. Help! Tell the resource manager that I can go to the resource station to find him at any time!"
The word "find him" was spoken very hard. A little girl poked her head out from behind Luo Qing and looked at An Yu timidly.
An Yu silently glanced at the many crossed-out room numbers on the list, then turned to look at the closed doors.
One after another, those doors opened, and through the circular patio, people from every household stared at him and the supplies in his hands like ghosts.
It was not the dead or the infected who were abandoned.
It’s just the resource manager who wants to give up.
Qin Zhilu's tone deepened, "How long has Area 53 been like this?"
An Yu subconsciously asked, "What kind?"
Seeing Qin Zhilu looking at the hair whip, he said "Oh", "It's always been like this." Ling Qiu said that doing everything in exchange for supplies is the operating rule of Bai City. Even if you leave the slum, you can't get out of this place. rule."
Qin Zhilu glanced at him, took out two packs of biscuits, placed them at Luo Qing's door, and continued walking forward.
An Yu followed, walked a few steps and looked back at Luo Qing.
Under such rules, Miss Luo Qing's choice was very normal, but he did feel it was a pity.
Ling Qiu was greatly encouraged by her success in getting rid of the resource manager before, and her eyes were jumping with anticipation when she talked about it.
An Yu had never had any expectations, but a few days ago, he looked at the mother and daughter on the shuttle bus and heard them say that they had bean cakes to eat because they had family members in the main city. He thought that Ling Qiu had also entered the main city. He actually looked forward to it briefly for a few seconds.
What to expect, I can’t tell.
But it was a fleeting, strange but beautiful experience.
Qin Zhilu walked in front, opened the paper bags, put two packages of biscuits per household, and placed them at the door of each household.
Everyone was watching them divide things. The quieter the surroundings, the more it seemed like a string was about to break.
Just as An Yu put the cookies down at the door, a man suddenly rushed out of the door, snatched the paper bag from his arms, and slammed the door with a bang!
An Yu almost fell down, "You can only take one portion!"
The next moment, the doors were knocked open one after another, and the residents all frantically grabbed the cookies scattered on the ground.
Under the dim light of the corridor, they looked unkempt and had paranoid eyes. They were inhuman and even more deformed than freaks.
"Don't come out together!" An Yu raised his voice, "Everyone will have it!"
No one paid attention to him, and soon all the compressed biscuits were robbed. People who didn't get anything began to grab from others and beat each other.
The sudden sound of gunshots pressed the pause button on the entire corridor.
The bullet spiraled into the flesh and exploded. A teenage boy fell to the ground with a sound, his hands covered by his wide sleeves, and he was pitifully thin.
Dark red blood spread quickly from under him.
Qin Zhilu put the gun back into its holster expressionlessly.
The crowd was in dead silence until a sharp voice sounded: "He didn't get anything, why did you beat him!?"
One word seemed to wake him up.
"Yes, why?"
"You have the right to control supplies, but you have no right to kill people!"
"Who are you? The resource station won't have guns!"
"It's the military! The main city is giving up Area 53!"
A new round of riots started again, and people ran home holding biscuits. In the chaos, there was a "bang" sound, and a pack of brick-like compressed biscuits slipped from Qin Zhilu's neck.
The heavy hitting sound made An Yu's heart skip a beat.
He suddenly thought that Qin Zhilu was different from other law-abiding people. Although the genetic entropy is astonishingly high, he is, like him, of human flesh and blood.
Sure enough, after the biscuits fell, the side of Qin Zhilu's neck quickly swelled with blood.
But he didn't react at all. He didn't seem to see these people at all, and he walked forward alone.
——There is no need to even detect it, the terminal will start to alarm when it gets close to the boy. The numbers on the screen jumped rapidly, and finally stabilized between 1600 and 1700.
"The entropy value has reached the state of complete distortion. With more than a thousand genes of entropy, it is impossible to hide physical signs." He whispered to himself in a low voice, and his eyes suddenly fell on the young man's long sleeves.
"come here."
When An Yu stepped forward, Qin Zhilu asked, "How many bugs were there yesterday?"
How many?
An Yu hesitated and said, "Hundreds of them."
"We actually attracted so many." Qin Zhilu looked at him thoughtfully, "Are there any arthropods?"
An Yu shook his head, "There is only one kind of small water bug, characterized by fangs and compound eyes."
"Um."
Qin Zhilu tore open the young man's sleeves.
The dark green and hard sickle-shaped limbs spread upward to the middle of the upper arm, growing twisted together with human flesh and bones.
The whole building was dead silent.
"The mantis is an aberration, and its lethality is much higher than that of jellyfish." Qin Zhilu turned around to confront everyone, "The shooting was because you were grabbing supplies, and he was the only one taking advantage of the chaos to run out. He was looking at each of you while running. , the excitement looks like...looking for food."
His dark eyes swept across the stunned people in the audience.
"Show your ID and get screened."
"Those who resist will be treated as aberrations."
The author has something to say:
【Snowflakes】Luo Qing (1/2) little girl
When I was young, I liked to lie on the ground in the slum patio and bask in the sun.
The sun gave me black hair and wheat-colored skin.
At that time, I was just a little girl who could come and go freely. I had no home, no ties, and no girl of mine.
Don't let anything dirty come near me.
Chapter 7 Lost Area 53·07
Qin Zhilu held the terminal and walked through the team one by one.
No one spoke, his footsteps were the only sound.
An Yu's heart beat fast as he handed out biscuits to those who passed the screening.
Yesterday, the gun was still pressed against his head.
More than half of the team was there, and nothing unusual happened.
A woman who passed through muttered: "It's only been a short time, so it should be fine. I heard that it takes a while for a person to become infectious after being deformed."
These words relaxed the atmosphere a little. She took the two packages of biscuits from An Yu's hand and said, "Thank you..."
boom!
The corridor returned to dead silence.
A middle-aged man was shot into the wall by a bullet. After a long time, the body slowly fell.
The look of horror was forever fixed on that yellow face.
No one saw clearly how Qin Zhilu fired the gun. After the gun went off, the gun had been returned to the holster.
The narrow-eyed man next in line fell to the ground and rubbed his back as hard as he could.
"You are avenging your personal revenge! He just took the lead in scolding you, so you tested him three times!"
