Doomsday Fast Travel: Kill That Black Butterfly

Chapter 41 The Pain of Breathing (41)

Author: Jie Wuming

Chapter 41 The Pain of Breathing (41)

Class C Underground City No. 037, the place where the riot began. The manager's head had long since shriveled and turned black due to exposure to the air. Several corpses hung like salted fish under the bright red sunset, threatening this lifeless territory.

Some people may subconsciously think that No. C037 must be like the bandits' den in the play a century ago, or the place of villains in terrifying legends, full of chaos and violence, and everyone using numbness and

Cruelty serves as one's own armor, just to survive in a world without tomorrow.

It is actually normal to have such a prejudiced impression. Class C cities accommodate proletarians before the disaster. This is different from the accommodation in Class B cities. The "proletarians" in Class B cities have identity requirements. They must first meet the requirements to enter all underground areas.

The most basic condition that the city needs to meet is that three generations of relatives have no criminal records. Secondly, residents who apply for a Class B city must live within the scope of the Class B city before the disaster. Finally, they must pay a large amount of settlement fees.

fee.

Cheng Die and Lan Long, who were initially the focus of care, had to add up their savings and hand over their houses and cars before they were able to obtain a separate residence in the second-class city. After entering the underground city, the two still had to

You are assigned to different jobs and earn work points in exchange for food and water.

In other words, two qualifications for staying in the underground city are almost enough to build half a small underground shelter.

Those who cannot afford to apply for resident status in Class B cities can only turn their attention to the slightly more remote Class C cities. The application for residence in Class C cities is very simple, and there is only one condition: third-generation relatives have no criminal records.

Of course, it would be better if you can also pay some resettlement fees. They will arrange for these discerning people to choose a place to live first.

Later, some managers couldn't bear to see the crowds of people lingering in front of the underground city gate all day long. With their acquiescence and turning a blind eye, even this rule was relaxed - as long as the person had no criminal record

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These tolerant Class C cities eventually accommodated a population that exceeded the original design, making management extremely difficult. The number of newborns in Class A and Class B cities remained at a very low level, but the number of newborns in Class C cities was greatly reduced during the "City Closure"

A year after the bill was passed, there was a sudden increase in the number of patients. The hospital could not afford the care of so many pregnant women and newborns, so they could only distribute some anti-inflammatory drugs and painkillers to let the mothers go back and forth with their babies.

The population is increasing, but the average age per capita is decreasing. This disturbing phenomenon reached its peak when the albinism wave appeared. The residents of Class B City knew that this was caused by genetic mutations and would not treat those with the disease.

There was too much panic, and the people in the C-level city didn't buy it. What they saw was that the skin of the people around them began to turn white and become pimpled, and then they began to go crazy and "eat people." Plague, zombies

Arguments like this are more convincing than genetic variation among them.

In order to comply with public opinion, Class C cities like 037, which has a huge population pressure, took the lead in expelling the sick people to the surface. However, after a period of observation, they were surprised to find that a few sick people did not die on the surface.

Instead, they walked all the way back to the isolation area in front of the city gate. According to their autopsy results, their genetic mutations had stagnated or even reversed to varying degrees.

This result surprised scientists in Class A City, but they need more data and samples to finally determine the source of this genetic variation.

The people's fear of death deepened day by day. Finally, during the fourth "cleansing", several sick people suddenly broke out, desperately snatched the guards' guns, tore off the identity chips in their bodies, and led the expelled residents.

Pretending that everything was business as usual, he fought his way back to the dungeon.

This is not a temporary act, but a premeditated one. The sick people firmly believe that their disease is not contagious, and as long as they can endure the pain of the disease and not be driven crazy by the burning anxiety, they can actually be aware of the people around them.

Everything produces a clearer perception - like calcined lime turning into glass, hot and bright.

It was at that time that Cheng Die and Lanlong entered the scope of Bing037 City.

"We'll be back in about a month." Blue Dragon breathed a sigh of relief and touched Mibao's head. This timid big dog lost weight after this journey, but also became much stronger.

"Yes." Cheng Die, who was driving, straightened his back and relaxed a little.

"Tell me, what does our shelter look like now?"

Cheng Die thought for a while: "Maybe it has expanded greatly."

"I really want to take off my protective clothing and have a good sleep."

"If you walk forward and cross the C-level city area, you may be able to encounter a rebellious branch."

"I'm still looking forward to it. One day we were driving and suddenly saw a plantation." Lan Long said with a smile.

"I hope to see the earth turn green again in my lifetime. But this is probably just a wishful thinking."

"Maybe. Wait for our discovery this time! Stop the car!"

While the two were chatting, Lan Long noticed with sharp eyes that there was someone crawling in their direction not far from the roadside. He looked like an ordinary underground city dweller.

Cheng Die also saw that person in the rearview mirror. She felt strange, how could there be residents of the underground city here?

Lan Long got out of the car with an oxygen bottle and brought the man up.

"Thank you." The man said weakly with a pale face.

"Which city are you from? Why are you on the roadside?"

"Class C, 037" the man took a breath and continued, "Today is the cleaning day. Can you, good people, do your best and send me to the isolation area?"

The two looked at each other and asked, "What is the cleaning day?"

The man was surprised that the two people's information was lagging behind. After eating a little something, he told the two people what was happening in the C-level city.

Lan Long was so angry that her wounds were itching, but the man still begged them to send her back.

"If you survive this time, you won't have to suffer in the future." She said with relief, "I can go to a Class A city."

After hearing what she said, Blue Dragon had no choice but to give her some extra food and water, and silently sent her back to the 037 city gate.

"Thank you! I'll give this back to you." The man took off the oxygen bottle, put it on the car, and said, "You have to go back the same way you came out. You are really good people, and you will definitely have a good time."

Before she finished speaking, several blood holes suddenly appeared on her chest, which were so red that it stung Lan Long's eyes.

Bang bang bang. A hail of bullets hit the isolation vehicle. Cheng Die had to start the car immediately and leave, but the tire was blown out by a stray bullet. After reluctantly driving the car to a safe area and parking it, the two of them stayed in the car.

After a while, I got out of the car and prepared to change the tire.

As soon as the car door was opened, a group of people with different styles and dirty beggars gathered around them. The leader was about the same height as Blue Dragon and looked at the two of them quietly. Blue Dragon raised his gun at them vigilantly.

But I saw two children of fifteen or sixteen years old, pushing a tire, separated from the crowd, and placed it in front of them.

"We saw it," the leader said, "you helped her."

"This is our gift."

(End of chapter)