"It might have been blown here by the wind," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.
"Do y 'all remember?" The lumberjack said in a low voice, "A storyteller in town once told a story about a white paper crane. He said that there's a very mysterious organization that likes to use paper cranes to transmit information. Ren Xiaosu, do you have any words written on the paper crane?"
Ren Xiaosu clenched his fists and said with a smile, "There's nothing written on it. That storyteller must have made it up. Who would use paper cranes to transmit information?"
"That's true." When everyone heard Ren Xiaosu say that, they did not pursue the matter any further.
However, Ren Xiaosu was taken aback when he heard that. He had a vague feeling that the so-called mysterious organization might actually be real.
But how did he manage to get his hands on the communication method of such an organization?
Was it a coincidence? Or was it deliberately arranged?
Ren Xiaosu was cautious by nature. Whenever he encountered something strange, he would always think about it a little more.
Of course, he did not consider that if it were anyone else, it would really be a problem for them to catch the paper crane. They might even end up getting killed by the tiny paper crane instead.
He folded the paper crane again to see if it would fly away again. But after unfolding it, Ren Xiaosu realized he did not know how to fold it anymore.
He had indeed never learned how to do this before!
Ren Xiaosu put the paper crane away in the palace's storage space.
This paper crane was probably the power of some supernatural being, right? Ren Xiaosu looked in the direction of Stronghold 61. The paper crane had flown in that direction just now.
So that supernatural being was in Stronghold 61?
When the captain of the logging team arrived at the town's entrance, he stopped his truck and jumped out. He said to Ren Xiaosu, "There are a lot of refugees in town right now. If you want to find your family, you'll have to look around here. If they aren't here …"
He did not finish his sentence. What the captain meant was that if they weren't here, they would probably have died.
The captain said, "I live on the west side of town. If you have nothing better to do and want to make a living, come look for me on the west side. It just so happens that there's a lot of work going on lately."
"Thank you, bro, but I don't think I'll need it for the time being." After thanking him, Ren Xiaosu started walking around town. He went from shack to shack to look for Wang Fugui and the others.
The town here was very large, many times larger than the towns he had seen in the Southwest and Northwest.
Many of the refugees had already set up shacks. Many of them had ashen faces and a trace of despair.
A lot of people would probably not be able to accept the fact that the high-and-mighty stronghold residents had suddenly become refugees. Some of them had come here with money and thought they could continue living a comfortable life in the Central Plains.
As a result, all of the Wang Clan's controlled strongholds no longer accepted the Soong Clan's currency. In the past, when people came to do business, the Soong Clan's currency could still be used. But now, it could no longer be used.
It was as if the Wang Clan was certain that the Soong Clan would suffer a crushing defeat.
The refugees who came here could only sell their gold jewelry to barely make ends meet.
He saw some stronghold residents following behind the refugees, saying they could work and wanted to make a living. However, they were rejected by the refugees because they were too old and did not look like they had the strength to do so.
Some of the stronghold residents were also cursing at the refugees for daring to look down on them. As a result, they were beaten up by the refugees and even spat on by them.
Of course, there were also stronghold residents who quickly bowed to this world and did what they could in exchange for food.
Although the refugees in the Central Plains were better off than those in the Southwest and Northwest, they still had to work in exchange for food. This was an ironclad rule.
…
To Ren Xiaosu's disappointment, he did not find any traces of Wang Fugui and the others here.
He was a little confused. How was he supposed to find Wang Fugui and the others in this sea of people?
At this moment, a sharp-mouthed, monkey-like worker from the logging team quietly came up to Ren Xiaosu. "I've been following you for a long time. Have you not found your family yet? It's alright, I know some friends here. They can help you look for them as long as you have the money. "
Ren Xiaosu turned around and saw that the worker's eyes were wandering. It seemed like he had guessed that he was carrying some valuables on him when he told the captain that he did not need to work for the time being.
Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "I'll leave it to you then. If you can find my family, I'll definitely reward you handsomely."
"Come with me then. It's not convenient to talk in town." With that, the logging team worker turned around and led Ren Xiaosu into the wilderness.
After walking for a short distance, Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "How much further do we have to go?"
"Hehe, we're almost there." As the lumberjack spoke, he came to a small mound and whistled.
Three people suddenly emerged from behind the mound. The lumberjack looked at Ren Xiaosu and said with a smile, "You have money on you, right? Hand it over, and we'll let you live."
Ren Xiaosu wondered, "How many refugees have y 'all robbed using this method? Didn't you say that we don't close our doors at night here? Don't y 'all have something called an artificial intelligence here? "
Previously, Wang Shengyin and Wang Shengzhi had both said that the reason the Wang family did not close their doors at night in the areas controlled by the Wang family was because there was something called artificial intelligence that could analyze criminal behavior with an extremely high accuracy rate. Only a few people could commit a crime without being caught.
But from the looks of it, that did not seem to be the case.
The lumberjack sneered and said, "That's the stronghold's business. What has it got to do with us refugees? Hand over your valuables! "
"Alright then," Ren Xiaosu muttered. So it turned out that the Central Plains was the same as the Southwest and Northwest. There was also a clear divide between the refugees and stronghold residents.
The lumberjack suddenly felt his vision go black. Following that, he felt a pain in his chest and fell backward. The rusty iron knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
His three accomplices were no exception. All of them had suffered a sudden blow.
Ren Xiaosu brought the four of them together and said amiably, "I'd like to ask y 'all something. Uh … it's the customs and practices of the Central Plains. Don't be too nervous. Just answer me whatever you know."
It was only at this moment that the refugees who wanted to rob Ren Xiaosu realized they had kicked an iron plate!
No, how was this an iron plate? This was a fucking mountain that was several kilometers thick!
During this period of time, they had already tasted the benefits of robbing refugees who had escaped from the Northwest. Moreover, those stronghold residents were very timid and would immediately cower at the sight of a knife.
But they did not expect they would end up robbing a supernatural being today.
Ren Xiaosu's interrogation lasted the entire night, and the four refugees in front of him almost broke down. After daybreak, he returned to town by himself. He did not do anything else other than wait at the entrance of the only tavern in town and wait for it to open.
It was not only because he was hungry and wanted to get something to eat.
It was also because there was a storyteller in the tavern who had mentioned the white paper crane before.
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