Nan Qing's layout was similar to most large shelters.
There was a core area, a commercial area, and a 'Mercenary Street' that gradually formed an industrial chain around the Mercenary Union.
The core area belonged to the inner city. Most of the residents were high-level leaders and their relatives. Ordinary hunters couldn't buy property in the core area. They either lived in the commercial area or the Mercenary Street.
However, in large shelters like the Southern Clear, there were also areas that were often overlooked, but were equally large in size.
The slums.
It was officially called the relief area.
The slums occupied about one-fifth of the shelter's area, but more than 80% of the survivors lived there.
There were tube-shaped buildings next to each other. There was almost no gap. There was no sunlight. The roads were as narrow as the rooms. An unpleasant stench filled the air. Occasionally, a few ragged people could be seen lying in the corner. From time to time, there was news of someone hanging or jumping off a building.
This was the slums.
The hunters rarely mentioned it. They were even more reluctant to enter the area.
The intelligence department had a stronghold in the slums.
Lan Qingya changed into rough and ragged clothes and makeup. She followed Uncle Hai into the slums and came to a stronghold in a tube-shaped building. What she saw on the way made her frown.
Hai Honghui smiled, "The situation you see now has improved a lot compared to when I first came here two months ago. With the food we sell to the shelters in Nan Qing, the survivors in the slums can eat a little more than two meals a day. Of course, the relief food can't fill their stomachs. Even if they work, the treatment in Nan Qing is far from comparable to our shelter."
Lan Qingya shook her head and sighed, "I know, but …"
As an intelligence officer, she could restrain her sympathy. But she was more determined to take the Nan Qing survivors away.
…
Under the operation of the intelligence officers, some news was quietly passed to the ears of some survivors in the slums.
Tang Wenliang walked out of the labor market. His eyes were dull, and his footsteps were weak. He staggered towards his assigned house by instinct.
Like a walking dead.
Area B, Building 13, 5th floor, Room 517.
A small room of less than 30 square meters. More than 20 survivors lived in it.
Especially the height of the fifth floor. Every time he climbed up, it would consume most of his strength.
Tang Wenliang couldn't remember how long it had been since he was full.
In the beginning, when the city wall of the Southern Qing Shelter was under construction, he could still grab a job in the labor market, carrying bricks and carrying sandbags. At that time, with his wages and the relief food he received, he could barely live a full life.
But now,
Nanqing's city walls had already been completed. The construction work of the shelter had also become extremely minimal. Every day, when the labor market opened early in the morning, there were fewer and fewer jobs to be found.
For almost a month, he was unable to grab a job.
Tang Wenliang's body was getting weaker and weaker. He had to wait at the labor market every day, and he had to climb up and down the five-story building many times. There were fewer and fewer jobs that he could meet in the labor market.
The survivors in the same room advised him not to waste his energy.
Most of the poor people lived their lives in a daze. Every day, when it was time, they would go downstairs and queue up to receive relief food. Then, they would walk back to their rooms mechanically and lean against the wall …
Repeating the same life every day.
But Tang Wenliang was unwilling.
In the past, he was also a person who could eat his fill. At most, he would save two to three catties of food and hide it in his pocket.
But now …
Tang Wenliang's eyes regained a trace of clarity. He felt that his body was empty, and his strength was almost gone. He gradually fell into despair.
Perhaps, they were right. There was no hope at all.
He raised his head and counted the building numbers, looking for the one he lived in.
Suddenly, he unconsciously glanced at it from the corner of his eyes and found a small advertisement on the telephone pole next to him.
A new one.
Tang Wenliang remembered clearly that when he came out in the morning, there was no small advertisement on this telephone pole that smelled of urine. His memory was very good.
There was no advertisement at all in the slums.
Somehow, Tang Wenliang still dragged his heavy body to the telephone pole and looked at the advertisement, although he obviously didn't have much strength.
It was a recruitment advertisement.
Strangely, there was no content about the job. It only mentioned that survivors who participated in the recruitment, regardless of whether they were selected or not, could get one catty of food.
"It's quite formal."
He didn't believe it, but the words "one catty of food" were imprinted in his mind and lingered.
He laughed at himself in his heart: Tang Wenliang, Tang Wenliang, why haven't you recognized the reality? There's no such thing as a free lunch in the sky. Even if there is, it won't be in the slums.
He wanted to take a step, but it was like he was rooted.
Two voices, one on the left and one on the right, kept attacking him.
"Fake, it's all fake!"
"One catty of food."
"You didn't even write the job description. Even if you're acting, you can't do it properly. It must be fake!"
"One catty of food."
"I heard that there are flesh-eaters in the slums, luring survivors to their door. This must be a trap set by those guys who eat people …"
"One catty of food."
…
Like a demon, the two voices buzzed in his mind.
After a while.
Tang Wenliang panted, his unpredictable face finally showed a ruthless expression, "Do it! Either I eat my fill, or I send myself to be used as human food. I'll accept it! "
After staring at the advertisement for a while, he staggered toward the address on the page.
Behind him.
A survivor in ragged clothes was surprised by Tang Wenliang's behavior. He walked to the pole and looked back and forth for a few minutes, but he still couldn't see anything different about the pole.
He could only mutter, "Psycho." Then he shook his head and left.
…
The address was in the slums.
The distance was not far, only a few hundred meters, but Tang Wenliang walked for nearly twenty minutes.
He stood in front of a narrow alley that could only accommodate two people side by side. He hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
The alley seemed to be very long. Tang Wenliang walked for a few minutes, but he still hadn't reached the end.
There were tall tube-shaped buildings on both sides. There was not much sunlight coming in, and there were no street lights. It was dark and deep.
Like a frightening beast.
Tang Wenliang almost lost consciousness. There seemed to be a voice in his mind, a will, still driving his body to move forward instinctively, to the invisible end.
…
On the roof of the tube-shaped building.
Hai Honghui was a little surprised, "A talented person came so easily? There doesn't seem to be anything special in that small advertisement, right? "
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