Chapter 188 Punk Teenager
"Sir, although this kind of meat is saliva meat, it is safe to eat."
Ma Zhu burped, touched his stomach and let out a long sigh of contentment.
He handed the plate to the stall owner and continued, "The meat here is visible, everyone knows where it comes from, and it tastes good , but the meat in some places is invisible, who knows what kind of meat is inside? A lot of people die in this damn place every year, and those bodies will not be wasted."
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Su Xia put on a black mask, covering her mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and let the black hood on the back of her shirt cover her hair.
He sensed as he walked along the way and confirmed that there was no surveillance in this underground area, not even in the shopping mall before, but it is better to be safe than sorry.
Ma Zhu thought he was just not used to the smell here.
Although this underground ventilation system is functional, there are too many people and too much garbage.
After dinner, the two continued forward, crossed the market, and entered another wide sewer.
There are many passages below, like a dense spider web. There are large passages with a diameter of several meters, and also small passages that can only be walked through by hunching over. If there is no map or acquaintance to lead the way, it is easy for newcomers to get lost.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Su Xia still didn't find Wu Gui's family, but found the families of the other two members.
Like most people in this underground world, their lives are not easy. They can barely get enough to eat, and nothing else matters.
Su Xia took note of these two places and continued forward.
Another half hour later, they arrived at the second market.
Su Xia's sense of direction was pretty good. If he calculated correctly, this underground area had already exceeded the scope of the slums on the ground and had come to the southern part of Coral City, under the large abandoned urban area destroyed by war.
He had fought with Yu Tuo in the abandoned city area on the ground.
[Discover the mission target]
[Character Wu Jian, 47 years old, male, married, cousin of Wu Gui, former administrator of the logistics department of the Beifeng Organization]
A task prompt message suddenly popped up in front of Su Xia.
He looked around and found that this second market was larger than the previous one. The surrounding area had obviously been artificially excavated and there was enough space .
The style here is completely different from the previous market. As soon as I approached, I heard harsh heavy metal music. The surrounding walls were sprayed with colorful graffiti with fluorescent paint. The young people passing by had their hair dyed in all kinds of colors, had fashionable punk hairstyles, wore nose rings and lip studs, and had fluorescent tattoos of unknown meaning all over their bodies.
The shops on the street are decorated with dark copper-colored mechanical gears, bearings, chains, connecting rods, pipes, etc. The lights are dim yellow, and there is a hint of dullness in the decadence, filled with imperfect mechanical aesthetics.
In a shabby machinery repair shop, Su Xia saw Wu Jian, whom he was looking for.
"It seems like life is okay."
If you have your own shop and a skill, you can live a good life no matter where you are.
Wu Jian was squatting at the door of the small shop. He was in his forties, with wrinkles on his face caused by time and life. His hair was gray and he was wearing a rough gray work suit. His clothes and hands were covered with dirty black oil.
He lit a cigarette, seemed a little depressed, scratched his hair with his relatively clean little fingers, frowned between his brows, and sighed softly.
On the wall of the shop behind him, various mechanical repair tools were hung, and the iron shelves were filled with countless spare parts.
His wife sat in a corner, sewing in the dim light.
His son and daughter are both ten years old. They are thin and small, with their clothes full of patches. They are also squatting at the door of the shop, looking up at the oval reinforced concrete dome with their big eyes, as if wondering why they can't see the stars.
A family like this doesn't seem to have anything to do with sugar water.
Su Xia planned to observe first.
"Rest here for a while." He instructed Ma Zhu, and then found a small restaurant diagonally opposite the repair shop and sat down.
This small restaurant offers two kinds of food, one is fresh, and the other is second-hand food found in the garbage dump, and the price difference between the two is huge.
Su Xia sat near the door and calmly asked Ma Zhu, "Can you still eat?"
"I……"
Ma Zhu glanced at the price list, his nose twitched and he swallowed.
Seeing this, Su Xia ordered a clean meal for him and asked for a cup of tea for herself.
After a while, the fragrant meal was served. The portion was large and the meat was served in large portions. The price was not cheap either, even about 30% more expensive than those restaurants on the ground.
Ma Zhu was deeply moved. He picked up the chopsticks and said, "Sir, you are such a good person."
"Is giving you something to eat considered a good person?"
"You also saved my life, saving me from that sugar water."
Ma Zhu picked up a piece of meat and put it into his mouth, but it was too hot as it had just come out of the pot. He cried out in pain and exhaled hot air, but he was reluctant to spit it out and forced himself to swallow it.
"call……"
He patted his chest contentedly, and then said: "Sir, in a place like this, anyone who can give people a bite to eat is also a good person. Look at those women outside, as long as you give them a good meal, they will do whatever you want... Of course, the same goes for men..."
He chuckled, and his laugh was very mean, and his grin made him look like a skinny monkey.
"Anything?"
Su Xia was thoughtful.
Is it okay to let them resist the mechanical race?
He glanced at the punk-style young people wandering around, read the character panel, and quickly denied the idea just now.
Almost all of these young people are ill, with diseases such as AIDS, herpes, gonorrhea, etc. They are also addicted to sugar water. They are only in their teens, but their health is worse than that of people in their 50s or 60s.
Let alone fighting, it's hard for them to even run two steps. If they join the organization, it will only corrupt the atmosphere, unless we spend a lot of time to improve their physical condition and change their mindset...
Su Xia doesn’t have the time now, so if he wants to recruit people, he can only focus on those who are healthier or younger.
For example, Wu Jian’s son and daughter.
Both children are only ten years old, they are healthy, have no bad habits, and their outlook on life and world view are not yet formed. They are both promising talents.
Su Xia held the tea and observed quietly for more than ten minutes.
"It looks normal, there is no sugar water trade."
During this time, only two people came into the repair shop, one to fix an old TV and the other to pick up a repaired radio.
Su Xia read Wu Jian's character panel and did not see any description of sugar water in his personal description.
This middle-aged man's wife is also normal.
However, both of them mentioned in their descriptions that they were very worried about their eldest son.
Just then, a young man walked into Su Xia's sight.
【Wu Xiaolong, male, 19 years old, Wu Jian’s eldest son】
This young man was also dressed in punk style, with sunken eye sockets and a skull tattoo on his sallow face, looking a little sick .
He walked into the repair shop and slapped the door frame hard: "Old man, it's time to pay!"
