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Chapter 292

The top of the head is always covered with a layer of light green substance invisible to the human eye, like a slowly spreading poisonous mist.

The city seems to have experienced a plague.

There are posters everywhere advocating that people keep a social distance of more than one meter. If someone around you shows signs of hypothermia and attacks similar people, report it to the nearest security office immediately.

But the security offices are closed?

There are still unreplaced posters on the electronic boards outside many shops, with prices and fresh food marked on them.

The supply time is every Wednesday and Friday at 8 a.m., and reservation is required to purchase.

After briefly scanning the price list on the product column, Tang Rou was a little surprised.

Prices here are nearly ten times higher than those in other cities.

The little boy walked faster and faster, and walked into an alley.

The narrow streets are like alleys in old densely populated areas. They are long, narrow and dilapidated, with moss and tenacious vines hiding in the gaps between the bricks.

They are the most vivid colors in this lifeless slum area.

Tang Rou took a deep breath and stepped in, her expression getting increasingly ugly.

Approaching the door of the house, the boy hesitated in his steps and carefully probed his head.

He seemed to be listening carefully to something.

Tang Rou also calmed down and listened, but she noticed something moving behind her. When she turned around, Yue Zheng frowned, her empty eyes half closed, looking a little irritable.

Feeling her gaze, the young man immediately came over and gently held her hand.

He pinched her fingertips carefully and leaned down.

Calmly, he put his arm against Tang Rou's arm, and the skin of their exposed sleeves touched each other. His silver-white eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, and he opened and closed his thin lips, making a silent sound.

Sigh.

Likes to hang out with owners.

Ever since he was able to touch Tang Rou, he had gradually become addicted to this experience and became obsessed with it.

There was a slight sound of bricks colliding with each other from the alley behind him.

There was also a rustling sound like being blown by the wind. Tang Rou looked back and saw that there was no one there.

Breathing became slower and heavier.

Tang Rou touched her collar with calm eyes, pulled Yue over, buried her head on his shoulder and took a deep breath.

much better.

The little boy left and came back with a troubled expression, "The guest hasn't left yet."

Tang Rou hummed, and then heard some dirty words that were hard to hear.

There was a crash and something was broken.

A woman's cry was heard, accompanied by intermittent cursing.

"Why are you crying? I'm already wilted."

"……sorry Sorry."

"I can't find anyone here today! I'll throw you in tomorrow!"

The sticky sound was nauseating, and as expected, the intermittent crying came from the child's mother.

This is definitely not an environment suitable for children to live in.

But the boy's face was full of numbness, sparse and ordinary, his expression was so calm that there was no wave, as if he was used to it, and he was still smiling at Tang Rou like a mask.

"Sister, don't worry, wait a little longer, my mother will thank you."

Tang Rou turned her head and pointed in a random direction, "Where is that?"

The boy walked up to her as if she had been granted amnesty and explained to her in detail, "There is a river over there that leads to the sea."

"Is it a moat?"

"No, the moat has dried up."

"Is the water in the river drinkable?"

The little boy hesitated and shook his head, "It's better not to drink."

The two of them tacitly ignored the noise in the alley.

Not two minutes later, a man came out, his face covered with flesh and his skin was loose.

There are not many hairs on the top of the head, and the eyeballs are pressed into a slender slit by the fat on the upper eyelids, like two small slits cut with a knife on an over-fermented bread, revealing eyes as bright and calculating as mung beans.

He was pulling up his pants, and there was an indescribable fishy smell about him.

He saw the little boy first and sneered, "The little bastard is back."

As he spoke, he raised his head and saw Tang Rou.

His eyes did not move away, sticking to her face for a long time, revealing undisguised greed and indecency.

"Outsiders."

The three words seemed to have been put into his mouth and rolled over again.

The air becomes smelly.

Tang Rou held Yue's hand, pulled him behind her, and softly comforted her, "Wait a little longer until they all come out."

"Sister's side."

The boy shouted softly.

It was a very narrow room. A woman came out from behind the simple sliding door. Her body was soft and her waist-length curly hair was dyed in colorful colors. She wore a hairpin on her temples and a few strands of her hair were torn out, making her look very embarrassed.

She stood by the door, looking very weak. She lowered her head and saw the boy and Tang Rou behind him.

"Mom." The little boy shouted without emotion.

The woman hummed, her body was thin, her complexion was not good, and she looked extremely weak.

Said to Tang Rou, "Thank you for sending my son back. Please come in and sit for a while."

Tang Rou smiled.

The acting was very perfunctory, and before she even said a word, the other party could accurately say that she was sending her son back.

The 'guest' had just left, and the air in the cramped room was dirty.

The woman's eyes were hollow, her cheeks were deeply sunken, and she applied heavy foundation and blush, but it couldn't stop the dead look between her eyebrows.

It looked like he wouldn't live long.

She said she would go to the kitchen to pour water, but the kitchen and the living room were not separated structurally, but by an old curtain.

Tang Rou stood up and had no intention of hiding her sight. She happened to see the woman sending something on her wrist-worn mobile phone with a broken strap.

After sending the message, he turned around and saw her. He subconsciously hid the phone behind his back and said, "I'll prepare dinner for you."

"That's great, thank you." Tang Rou smiled politely.

Xiaoyue wanted to follow her several times, but Tang Rou held her shoulders and sat down on the sofa.

The water women use for cooking is not taken from direct drinking water or water pipe outlets as usual, but from a sealed stainless steel water tank like a water storage tank.

There is a scale on the outside of the water tank. It can be seen that the water storage capacity marked by the water line is running low.

The water that came out was not clean either. She filtered it through a simple filtration method using carbon stone and cotton cloth and poured it into the pot.

Tang Rou asked, "Is there very little fresh water supply in the city?"

"Well, yes." The woman said, "There are very few freshwater resources, and everyone is living in poverty when it comes to water consumption.

The water is turbid, gray-brown in color, and looks gritty at the entrance.

Tang Rou asked again, "There is a sea next to it, why can't we extract seawater and distill it?"

The woman looked at her and smiled slowly, "You can't drink seawater."

"Why?"

"You are an outsider, and this is too complicated to explain to you."

The woman's eyes fell on her face and did not look away for a long time.

"You are beautiful."

She complimented her sincerely, but there was a bit of regret in her eyes.

Tang Rou looked at her expression,

"Your son said that his father only comes home once in a while. Are you mother and son usually alone?"

"Yes." She paused and continued working, "His father is too busy."

The meal is ready, but the cooking is quite simple.

"Don't dislike it."

The woman put the food on the table, her eyes lingering on Yue, who was wearing a hat and lowering his head.

The skin of the young man exposed outside his clothes is very white, so white that it is almost transparent, with no flaws visible. There is no thick body hair on the arms that men usually have. His whole body looks like it is carved out of jade, which makes people doubt his race.

At seven o'clock, night fell and it suddenly became very dark outside.

Even the faint light of the street lights that originally existed disappeared, and at a certain moment, Tang Rou heard the sound of doors and windows being pushed open.

A large amount of malicious intent slowly seeped through.

Dense, huge, and disgusting.

Tang Rou took a hard breath and asked, "Why aren't the lights on outside?"

"Oh, the power was cut off at night."


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