The young man seemed to be slow to react, but he was not without wisdom. After they escaped, they found that Tang Rou knew nothing about this place. The young man frowned as if thinking, and after a while he brought Tang Rou to this place.
His appearance is too special, making it difficult for people to see him. Even if his hands and feet are exposed, they are too white.
So Tang Rou took off her outer lining and threw it to him, letting him cover her head.
This is not safe. If something so valuable is lost at the auction, it will probably happen soon.
Miraculously, there was no surveillance in this place. After entering, Tang Rou knew why.
This place is so shabby that it would be difficult to call it a shantytown.
On one side is the underground trading market where people indulge in sensuality and indulgence, and on the other side is a messy, noisy and filthy swamp of life.
This place is magical to Tang Rou.
When I stepped into this street, there was a man at the intersection who was vomiting. There were tiny scales protruding from his skin. It looked weird, as if... he was mutating.
The strange young man took Tang Rou to an abandoned shed in the corner, and opened the awning-like curtain outside, revealing the simple triangular area inside.
The entire shed was pitch black, with only a small wooden barrel and nothing else.
The wooden barrel was damp, with some moss on it, and looked like it was used to hold water.
Tang Rou was a little hard to move. The young man's indigo eyes were blank for a moment, and his expression showed a trace of embarrassment. When Tang Rou stepped forward to go in, he blocked the front again, not wanting Tang Rou to go in.
"What's wrong?" She asked belatedly, "Is this your home?"
The young man said nothing.
Tang Rou continued to ask, "Did I take your place?"
He opened his eyes slightly, thought slowly for a while, and waved his hands quickly.
"I don't have much time to stay here. I will leave soon. I won't disturb you."
With that said, Tang Rou was about to turn around and leave, but she didn't expect that the young man hurriedly came around to block her in front of her. His indigo blue eyes were like the deep sea. They were unfocused, but Tang Rou felt that she was being stared at by him.
There is an illusion that after feeding a stray dog on the street, you want to leave, but you are chased by the poor dog.
She asked tentatively, "You want me to live here?"
The young man put his hands together, and every strand of his hair revealed softness and tameness.
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he nodded slowly, but then showed a troubled expression and looked down at the wet floor.
He looked a little sad.
Inexplicably, Tang Rou felt as if she understood what the young man meant, "You think this place is too shabby, right?"
The young man pursed his lips, not sure if he understood.
Those ethereal indigo eyes fell on her again, looking at her clean clothes and white and soft hands, as if they were looking at her, but also seemed to be in a daze.
The conversation between the two relied entirely on guessing, but Tang Rou was extra patient, and felt that the young man in front of her was becoming more and more familiar.
"It's okay, I think it's very good here." Tang Rou said softly, "Thank you for your hospitality, shall I go in?"
The young man raised his hand and lifted up the dirty awning with his beautiful pale fingers.
It's like opening the door for her and inviting her into your home.
Tang Rou couldn't help laughing, her eyebrows were crooked, and the boy hurriedly turned his face sideways, as if he didn't dare to "look" at her. His eyelashes fluttered and his fingers quietly curled up.
The shed is small.
Tang Rou lowered her eyes and saw the wooden barrel on the ground.
It was simple and rough, as if it were made from a cut tree. There was a layer of green moss inside the barrel, and it seemed to be the only furniture in the shed.
Feeling a little sad for no reason.
No wonder the young man showed embarrassment and didn't want her to come in. This "home" was indeed a bit too simple.
Tang Rou's purpose was not to rest in this place, but to find a way to leave here. Entering this place was completely accidental. Tang Rou knew that the longer she stayed here, the more dangerous it would be outside.
After all, those two fish could cause a huge commotion at any time, and it would be bad to be targeted by the coalition. No matter how strong they are now, they are still unable to withstand the large nuclear weapons of the coalition.
Tang Rou rested in the cramped shed for a while, then opened the curtain and walked out.
Surprisingly, there was still someone standing at the door.
The young man maintained the position he had just before she entered the shed, standing there motionless, as if he was sweating a lot.
The white robe and the dark gray outer lining that she took off to cover his head were all wet and stuck to the skin, outlining the clear and graceful contours of a young man.
"Why are you still here?"
Tang Rou was surprised. She raised her hand to lift the outer lining and saw the boy's wet face.
It looked languid, as if it had suffered a heat stroke, but there was clearly no sun here.
Tang Rou asked, "I took over your place. Do you have no place to live?"
The young man drooped his eyelashes and said nothing, as quiet as a large ornament.
The outer lining was soaked through, Tang Rou smelled it, and it didn't look like sweat.
What kind of creature is this person? How does it evaporate so much water?
"Are you thirsty? Is there a place that sells water here?"
These questions are impossible to answer.
This is a trading market where everyone is human.
She originally thought that this shantytown was a residential area without citizenship designated next to the black market, but she didn't expect that the people here were a little weird.
Tang Rou put the outer lining back on the boy's head. When she left, he followed her, feeling like she was stuck to a stray animal.
Those unfocused indigo eyes were exposed from the moist silver-white hair. They didn't look at the road under their feet and kept looking at her back intently, even though those eyes were unfocused.
It's very noisy here.
There was a simple and cheap bar near the trading market. The bar was open to the air, and there were a few people who looked like they were poor and were sitting there getting drunk.
Their clothes were shabby and washed white, and some were even barefoot.
Next to the tavern, many people were lying on the ground.
Tang Rou noticed that most of the people living here had traces of being transformed.
Some have not even recovered, and are crawling on the ground dragging their stumps and ferocious mutated bodies, much like the prisoners whose experiments in Area D failed.
Some have blurred human shapes, holding something, lying on the ground and swallowing, blood flowing from the corners of the mouth, and the sound of bones breaking.
There were mercenaries stationed not far away, and I was not surprised by these people.
Tang Rou knew that the abnormalities on their bodies came from biological experiments, but there was no public biological base nearby.
Therefore, it can be speculated that there is a secret experiment here.
In particular, there are many buildings between the shanty town and the trading market, and the mercenaries stationed outside the buildings are different from the security officers. They are private and can be paid for, so this is a paradise for gray transactions.
Tang Rou was wearing the clothes of an auction waitress. Even though she took off her outer lining and let her hair hang loose, her appearance still attracted a lot of inquisitive eyes when she walked on such a street.
Especially the young man wearing an outer lining, who is a bit too tall. His bare feet are on the ground. Even if they are stained with mud, they still can't cover his dazzlingly white skin.
You must leave here as soon as possible, otherwise it is only a matter of time before you are caught by the mercenaries at the auction.