Abnormal month

"Everyone, come and get paper and pen!"

"Don't miss any of them, otherwise we won't guarantee any of your safety!"

"For the sake of your own lives, just be obedient now..."

The already cramped hall was now even more crowded.

The uniformed staff hurriedly walked around, distributing paper and pens, shouting from time to time, a busy scene.

Many figures sat in the center of the hall. There were no chairs, so they could only sit on the ground. They were men and women, of different ages, and even dressed differently. Some wore summer clothes, some wore winter clothes. If you count them carefully, there were probably dozens of them.

The weather at the end of January was in the middle of winter.

The people in summer clothes were shivering with cold, but they didn't dare to complain. They took the paper and pen from the staff and filled in their identity information.

Around the hall, several fully armed soldiers were standing in the corner, holding automatic rifles in their hands. They looked like veterans who had been through many battles. They really dared to kill people. They were not joking at all. They were so imposing that people dared not look directly at them.

In fact, someone had just made trouble here and was shot dead by a soldier on the spot. The body had just been dragged away, and there was a glaring pool of blood on the ground.

Realizing that this group of people really dared to kill people, the people sitting on the ground suddenly lost the idea of ​​resistance.

They gradually realized that the lives of their group of people were nothing in the eyes of these people. The so-called human life was not valuable here.

Only by being honest and obedient can they survive.

"Damn it, what world view have we traveled to..."

In the crowd, some people gritted their teeth and cursed in a low voice, venting their anger and panic.

Most of them had the same reaction as that person, cursing the fickle fate, or the unknown god of travel. A few people were silent, but their faces were full of panic, and their hearts were full of confusion about the unknown future.

"Mr. Chancheng, the identity information has been collected."

The staff ran back and forth for a while, and finally handed a thick stack of information to the person in charge of this hall, a middle-aged man named Chancheng.

Chancheng took the information, glanced at it, and walked in front of the crowd.

"Let's welcome you, refugees. No matter where you came from, how much wealth and power you had in the past, that was in the past. Now, you are all refugees. Without the protection of Fuyuki City, you will be eaten by the monsters, evil spirits, and cursed spirits wandering in the wild!"

"I believe you have seen such scenes on the way to Fuyuki City."

Some people in the crowd suddenly looked particularly ugly.

When they just gathered in the wild, there were more than a hundred of them.

But on the way to Fuyuki City, they encountered an attack that shattered their three views.

The attackers were large beasts that they had never seen before, as if they were born specifically for killing. Even firearms and weapons were difficult to deal with. More than a dozen refugees were eaten on the spot.

They suffered in fear for a long time, until the sound of gunfire dissipated, and they saw the escort team repelled the group of beasts, leaving the ground full of broken limbs and debris, and full of panic.

Many of them had faced such bloody scenes, and they felt their stomachs churning when they thought about it.

Such an attack completely shattered the three views they had formed over decades.

Zencheng saw that everyone was well-behaved and nodded with satisfaction.

"But don't worry, at least in this Fuyuki City, you are safe and can live as before, but never forget your identity as refugees. We provide you with a place to survive. Without us, you don't even have a guarantee of life. You have already got enough. Don't be ignorant and do something impulsive, reckless, reckless, and irrational, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

After a lecture with both soft and hard methods, no one dared to refute.

Even if some people were resentful, they did not dare to say much due to the pressure from the soldiers around them.

After the routine lecture, Zencheng curled his lips and lowered his head to review the information in his hand.

The information not only filled in the refugees' names, genders and other basic information, but also included columns such as what they are good at and previous jobs.

Chancheng's eyes were clearly focused on the latter, and he was very concerned about the refugees' previous jobs.

Students, convenience store employees, novelists... The more Chancheng read, the deeper his frowns became.

Some people even wrote that they were good at playing games, especially galgames, which made Chancheng's eyebrows jump.

The world has become like this. What they need are high-tech talents, or necessary social personnel such as doctors. It's useless to know how to play games!

Especially galgames.

What the hell!

After reading a thick stack of information, Chancheng didn't find a useful talent.

He rubbed his eyebrows and smacked his lips in disgust.

"Forget it, I shouldn't have had hope for you refugees. In short, you have two choices next. One is to become a miner, or go to farming, etc., with three meals a day, no pay, and after working for a certain number of years, you can change from refugee status to civilian status; the other choice is to become a servant..."

"Oh, yes, yes."

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came in from outside the door.

A figure walked in from outside the hall. He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with dark skin, blond hair, a medium build, and Middle Eastern features. Overall, he was a handsome young man.

"Where is the person in charge here? I want to take two servants back."

The young man came to the hall, his tone was neither hurried nor slow, and his tone was full of unquestionable momentum.

His eyes swept over dozens of refugees in the hall, and there was no emotion in his sight. It was not like looking at humans, but more like estimating the value of goods.

Chancheng's eyes fell on the chest of the young man. There was a nameplate with the words "Open Position" on his black vest.

The moment he saw the nameplate, Chancheng's expression suddenly became serious, and he saluted respectfully to the man, like a soldier meeting a superior.

"Sir, you have the right to choose two servants this month. It happens that this batch of refugees has been registered. Please choose as you like!"

"Well."

The man responded casually, his eyes wandering among the refugees.

After a while, his eyes were fixed and fell on a certain figure.

"I didn't expect there were some good people among this batch of refugees. This woman and the man over there, I want to take these two away!"

He laughed happily, snapped his fingers, and pointed twice in the air.

Chancheng looked in the direction he pointed.

The man was sturdy and had a gloomy look. He looked like he was not easy to mess with.

The other woman was only about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a high school uniform, with long black hair draped behind her. She had a white headband on her forehead and was sitting there holding her skirt.

There was a lot of dust on her face, and her eyes were downcast, as if she was deliberately restraining her presence. It was hard to tell how beautiful she was, but her plump figure was quite eye-catching. There were several holes in her pantyhose, revealing her white and delicate thigh skin, which was very eye-catching. The eyes of several men around were glued to her.

"I understand, I'll handle the procedures for you right away!"

Chancheng nodded slightly and opened the information in his hand.

"Excuse me, can I give that girl to you?"

Just then, another figure walked into the hall and smiled and inserted between the two.