"Dear citizens, the census is now starting. Please stay where you are and accept registration from the staff..."

Everyone is confused, what the hell is this?

After a while, several people came with tablets and started asking questions one by one.

After some people asked, they were told to pack up their things within ten minutes and leave; while others stayed where they were.

When asked about Xining, Xining answered that of course Jack's identity was still that of the scumbag husband.

I saw the staff typing and searching on the tablet, and then said: "Pack your things immediately and follow."

"Okay, sir!" Xining replied obediently, and then went to pack his things.

According to the previous instructions, you only need to pack your own belongings and don’t need to bring anything on the bed.

Jack pretended to help, came over and rummaged through things on the lower bunk with her, and asked softly: "What's going on?"

Xining lowered his voice: "It's okay, we'll talk about it later."

It seems that she saw something, but now they are all officers and soldiers with guns, so it's really hard to tell. And I don't know which air-raid shelter came from the shouts and gunshots. It must be someone who refuses to leave.

There weren't many things, so I packed them up quickly and put them all into one bag.

He handed the basin to Jack, put his backpack on his back, held Cathy in one hand, hooked Jack in the other, and stood in the line that was about to leave. Once five groups of families had gathered, they would be taken away first.

Along the way, Xining saw that in every air-raid shelter, there were soldiers with guns watching, and there were also people with tablets asking for names.

The soldiers and uniformed civilians leading the way took them towards the military area... This is a place that civilians cannot enter, and now they actually led them into the military area.

The thick steel door that was originally closed was now open, and a pungent smell of gunpowder floated from inside along with the central air conditioner.

Each of the five groups of families followed them in confusion, not knowing what was going on. They kept looking around, and Xining did the same. He looked around quickly, trying to discover some unknown things, and what could be done about the current situation.

result.

There was a fierce battle here. Although no bodies were seen, the intensity of the battle can be judged from the bullet holes in the wall and the blown-out door. Several staff members were cleaning up the blood stains with rags and mops.

The blood can come out in spurts, pools, or strips on the ground when dragging the body.

Stopping in front, I heard the clerk shouting: "From today on, you will live here. If you hear the name, stand at the designated position... John Thomas, No. 117..."

There are many doors on both sides of the corridor here, and numbers are written on the doors with black paint. The clerk starts to call out the name, and then calls out a number after each name, and then goes to the next door and continues to call out the number.

The owner's name was reported and he was assigned No. 122.

Five groups of families stood at the door. Because they were all selected according to family, each family could only bring their spouse and their own children. Each family could only bring a couple and two children at most, and the minimum was only one person.

The clerk said: "Remember your room number and don't change it on your own. Now open the door and go in and close the door. There will be an announcement when the food is distributed."

After finishing speaking, I saw the next five groups of people being led over.

Open the door and enter. It is a separate room with bunk beds. But it is different from the cramped two-story bed in the student dormitory before. The lower bunk is a larger four-foot bed, and the upper bunk is a children's bed with a fence. There are only about ten

Square meters, in the corner on one side, there is a bathroom enclosed by a shower curtain. The bathroom is just a toilet with a shower head on top. On the empty wall, there is a 42-inch LCD TV hanging with an air outlet above the head.

The air from the central air conditioner blows in from the pipe.

There was a piece of paper taped next to the TV, and Xining went over to read it.

There are various regulations written on it, such as not damaging indoor items; not using bedding to wipe items; the toilet does not pump water for urination, only large toilets can pump water; water for the entire room is supplied based on the number of people per day, three liters per person; the bathtub must be pulled up when taking a shower.

Curtain, each shower time can only be set to five minutes, and according to the number of people in the room, once per person every three days...

The conditions are harsh and the rooms are small, but compared to the air-raid shelters where people live together, it is simply a five-star hotel.

"It's great. You can take a shower every day, and someone comes to collect the sheets and quilt covers for washing every month." Xining is very happy, mainly because he doesn't need to have a bottle of 250 ml per person every day. Dry cleaning requires two or three days of water.

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"Really? I can take a shower!" Casey laughed. He also found something. He picked up a piece of soap from the plastic box next to him, put it in front of his nose, and took a deep breath: "It smells so good!"

"This salary is really good. Is it because I didn't join the army?" Jack, who was standing next to her and looking at the regulations together, raised his eyebrows.

He also noticed that all the people left behind had family members who had enlisted in the army.

"It seems that the other side won." Xining took the basin in Jack's hand and walked to the bathroom. There was a sink next to it. Sure enough, there was a digital water meter, and the number on it showed "9.000"

, they are three people, each has three liters of water, that is nine liters.

She placed the basin in the sink and turned on the faucet. The number on the electronic watch immediately became smaller. She quickly turned off the faucet, knowing that nine liters of water was not much. Looking at the capacity of the toilet, it would take six liters to flush the toilet once.

Lifting water.

"Is this a warning not to stand in the wrong team?" Jack was a little confused about this. Happiness came too quickly and he needed to think about what was going on.

Xining tried to turn the faucet smaller, hoping to save some water: "I guess more people died this time, so there will be more supplies. But how can things be used by the enemy, even if they are

Their families. Besides, I don’t feel safe leaving them here.”

There are already fewer people, so some of them need to be preserved for later use when rebuilding the earth.

But you have to have a choice! If you kill someone's husband or son, there's no guarantee that someone will want revenge. It's better to transfer neutral people here. Naturally, these people will have no objections except being grateful and obedient.

Jack tasted it again and again and took a long breath: "Okay, you are right!"

Fortunately, he didn't join the army. He might have died somewhere last night.

"It's luck!" She was very modest. After all, she originally just wanted to ensure safety, but she didn't expect an unexpected surprise.

This damn electronic water meter can still run even if it drips. Xining gave up and took out a soft cloth as a towel from his bag: "Kathy, honey, come here and wash your face."

With water, Xining wiped Casey's face and neck, and wiped it himself. Although there was soap, he didn't dare to use it because it would consume more water. Half of the water was used.

Liter, it is better to use it leisurely at first. First, you need to estimate how to use nine liters of water to maximize its effectiveness.

Jack came over and washed his hands and face with the used water.

Suddenly the TV turned on.
Chapter completed!