The ones who died were all homeless people without microchips.
Like Lin Qiao, they live alone in Wandering City, and their biggest expectation is to have a stable job to survive, so when the Beautiful Farm recruitment came out, countless people were arrested.
Thinking of this, before walking out of the kitchen, Lin Qiao quietly took a knife that was drying on the dish rack and asked: "My mobile phone has been taken away. What should I do if I want to contact my family in the future?" manage?"
Hong Jing said: "There is a landline phone next to the tea table in the living room, but the local area network here is very poor because the location is remote and there is often no signal."
This is equivalent to telling her not to contact the outside world, but in fact there is still a place.
study.
The computer in the study room can be used, otherwise why would Song Liancheng advertise for recruitment? Now that I think about it, the advertising slogans at that time did not indicate whether they were citizens or homeless people. This was the point.
This clever alien built his own slaughterhouse and perfectly used the floating population as a cover.
Lin Qiao pursed her lips, "Have many people left before me?"
Hong Jing nodded, her eyes darkened slightly, "Yes, this has been the case for the past month. I don't know why I can't keep people."
Obviously she herself knew that there was something unspeakably weird about it, so when Lin Qiao's parents sent her here, she deliberately said that no one could stay with Mr. Song recently, hoping to make her regret and leave.
"Sister Hong Jing."
Lin Qiao tried her best to keep her facial expression gentle, and whispered in her ear: "Cover your mouth and nose with a wet towel when you sleep at night. You can go to the kitchen to take a look tomorrow morning."
"What do you mean?" Hong Jing frowned.
Lin Qiao: "I think there is a lot of dust in the air. Inhaling it for a long time is not good for the lungs."
There was only one corpse left in the kitchen for today's dinner, and Peng Ling had to buy it again. She was not surprised that the pig was herself, but Chu Ji would not be able to solve the hospital problems for her so quickly. She had to be here Save yourself before.
Hong Jing is a good breakthrough point.
She believed that when the seeds of doubt were planted, the other party understood what she meant.
midnight.
Lin Qiao ate peaches to satisfy her hunger, curled up on the bed and closed her eyes to take a nap.
She thought something would happen to her so quickly if someone died tonight, but the door was quietly pushed open.
Peng Ling slowly walked to the bedside holding the knife sharpened until it shined. Under the moonlight, the knife she raised high, the light reflected from the edge fell on Lin Qiao's face.
As a strong gust of wind blew down, Lin Qiao suddenly opened her eyes and rolled into the bed.
The kitchen knife dug deep into the mattress. Peng Ling bent over, with a look of astonishment on his ferocious face.
A table knife was first pressed against her neck.
"Why are you still awake!"
She was in disbelief. She had no idea that Lin Qiao was not asleep and had hidden the knife as expected.
Her voice became sharp again, "You are not subject to..."
"Shh, let go." Lin Qiao pressed her neck hard, causing blood to flow out.
Penlington suddenly lost his voice and let go of the kitchen knife stuck in the gap of the bed board.
"You knew Song Liancheng was a mutant, why didn't you call the police?" Lin Qiao asked directly.
Speaking of this, Peng Ling hated her very much, "Why? Why do you think it's easy for homeless people to live here? What's wrong with Song Liancheng? Give me a high salary, fresh fruits, and delicious meat. Compared with the outside world, people live in a low voice and live like a dog, and I don’t know where the good things have gone.”
"If it hadn't been for you, if you hadn't killed him and been eaten by the monster that broke in, why would so many things have happened! You are the culprit!"
Probably because he had held back for long enough, Peng Ling spat out all the words in her face.
Will she not be afraid? She just chose to surrender in front of the alien species, and then became numb.
Lin Qiao also sorted out the matter, so she did kill Song Liancheng that day, but it just happened that a strange creature came to this deserted place to eat him and replace him, so she did not alert the police and allowed her to escape. becomes meaningless.
She understood Peng Ling's thoughts, and saw that her expression kept changing, and she said nonchalantly: "It would be better if I didn't see it at the beginning. I didn't see the scene of the alien devouring it. If I was asked to kill the pig later, it would be really killing the pig. , I don’t know anything.”
That night Lin Qiao killed someone, and Peng Ling was the only bystander. But she didn't even have time to call the police, because a mutant broke into the house and ate her owner.
In order to survive, she reached an agreement with the alien species, but Hong Jing was the only one who really knew nothing about it.
Everyone has their own way of living, Lin Qiao doesn't care, but she has to leave alive.
"You send me away from here, and I will pretend that nothing here has ever happened." She tried to negotiate.
After venting her anger, Peng Ling calmed down and stared at her with an increasingly weird look, "If I let you go, wouldn't it be the same as holding a knife to my own neck?"
"It's similar to the situation now. I'll put the knife on your neck to kill you." Lin Qiao pushed the knife in again and cut a lot of flesh.
Peng Ling frowned in pain, her collar was wet with blood, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on her lips, "Speaking of which, I also forgot to tell you something I accidentally discovered. Once, a gardener had a stuffy nose due to a cold. , discovered our secret and ran away in the middle of the night when I wasn't paying attention. Mr. Song caught him and brought him back."
Lin Qiao realized that this matter could not develop as he wished.
"The dust in the air is still the medium Mr. Song uses to observe us. His eyes are everywhere, and now - he is here."
really.
...
Following Lin Qiao's instructions, Chu Ji used the money she hid in the bedroom to buy herself some decent outfits, and successfully received a box of money from Lin Deshun in the afternoon.
In accordance with Lin Qiao's request, he only took the 300,000 yuan in the suitcase and returned the rest.
Lin Deshun took the returned money and said suspiciously: "Is this money really enough? Save us 200,000! So much?"
Chu Ji's stiff smile became much smoother after repeated imitations and adjustments. He said gently: "That's enough, the hospital's internal staff pays."
Seeing him walking into the hospital carrying the box, Luo Jinyu followed him in uneasy.
"Why are you here?" Someone recognized Chu Ji's face and called him in confusion.
The tone was clearly that you had been fired a long time ago, why did you show up here in a white coat? Luo Jinyu couldn't tell, but felt a little more trustworthy in his heart. The real doctor couldn't run away.
Chu Ji turned to her and said, "Wait for me here."
Luo Jinyu stopped following, "Okay, I'll wait here for you to come out."
Chuji smiled and asked the person he was talking to to go to the office to chat.
His former office has become other people's territory, but no one has come yet during lunch break.
The person behind him walked in and said, "Are you doing something bad? There is no way out here. Are you going to deceive honest people instead?"
Chu Ji opened the suitcase in front of him, revealing the white banknotes inside, and said with a smile: "Please do me a favor."
