Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 187 Happy Sugar Water
"Don't... don't shoot, please come with me."

The man was shivering, his face was bloodless, and his thin body looked like a living dead.

Su Xia nodded: "Let's go."

"Yes Yes."

The man led the way in front, not daring to turn back, because his legs were trembling, the speed was not very fast.

Su Xia was not in a hurry, without urging, quietly watching everything here.

This slum is much more crowded than he imagined. There is no normal construction plan here. The gray asbestos tiles, dark blue plastic sheets, rusted iron plates, broken wooden boards, etc., have built countless low-rise buildings. Dilapidated houses, many houses are not sheltered from the wind and rain at all, but can barely allow people to have a place to sleep.

The deeper you go, the narrower the road becomes. The sides of the muddy road are full of broken plastic bags, rotting cardboard, wood blocks and other garbage. It looks dirty and chaotic.

This is a labyrinth built by poverty, and the people inside can never get out.

"call……"

As soon as the wind blew, the dilapidated door curtains of the low houses on both sides were lifted, and the people curled up and rested in them were clearly visible. They were all skinny, with sallow skin and sunken eye sockets, like bone shelves barely covered with rough human skin.

Contrary to what Su Xia thought, the people here are worse off than those in the refugee camps. The refugees still have some hope. There is a promise from the Coral City government, even if that promise is far away.

But there is no hope here. Starvation, disease and death have ripped apart and swallowed up the original hope, leaving only a dim starry sky.

Su Xia has an indescribable feeling in his heart. He himself is not doing well, but he is biased against such difficulties. It may be due to his childhood experience.

Many people say that people are human because they have empathy.

"Have you thought about leaving here?"

Su Xia put away the gun, turned off the insurance, and asked the man.

In the personal panel, he saw the description of the man, and found that he had not hurt anyone, and the only few robberies were bluffs, sins did not kill him, and a good education should make him go back.

The man was still trembling, shook his head with difficulty, and said in a low voice, "Leave here...where else can I go?"

"You are not feeling well, what medicine have you taken recently?"

"No, no medicine."

"Stop first."

With a serious tone, Su Xia walked up to him and observed it carefully.

The man's body trembled uncontrollably, sweat dripped down his pale face, and his sunken eyes were severely darkened. He was only in his early twenties but looked like a man in his 50s or [-]s.

He had a hunched back and lowered his head, not daring to look into Su Xia's eyes.

"No wonder they came to steal money."

Su Xia understood, took out a third-order healing potion, and slammed it into his arm.

The man screamed, felt a tingling pain in his arm, stumbled to the ground, covered his arm and curled up into a ball, foaming from his mouth, trembling more and more, as if he had gone epilepsy.

Many poor people around were woken up by this scream, but they didn't dare to open the door, they just huddled in the corner of the house silently, praying that people on the street would not stare at them.

Su Xia sat on a gray brick and waited quietly.

After a while, the man finally stopped convulsing, his face became more rosy, he struggled a few times on the ground, and it took him 2 minutes to get up slowly.

The long-term drug-induced weakness was much less, replaced by a clear head and an unprecedented ease.

"Then, is that a potion?"

The man shook his head. He had no formal education, but there was a little bit of knowledge about potions in his barren mind.

He could guess that what Su Xia injected him just now must be a very expensive medicine, and ordinary medicine cannot have such power.

Perhaps the price of such a potion is enough for a family to eat and live here.

Su Xia got up, didn't answer, just said, "Continue to lead the way."

"Yes Yes……"

The man's eyes were more radiant. Although he still lowered his head, his footsteps were lighter and his body no longer trembled.

Judging from his poor cognition, Su Xia is a good person, absolutely a good person.

"What medicine have you been taking?" Su Xia asked the question again, her tone very flat.

"My lord, I... my name is Ma Zhu." He said his name first, with a humble expression, hoping to impress Su Xia, and then replied, "It's not a drug, it's a kind of sugar water."

"What kind of sugar water?"

"Black, a small tube, you can feel happy when you drink it. Many people are drinking it, but if you don't drink it for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable..."

"Oh."

As Su Xia thought, it was an addictive drug.

The people here are already very poor, but at least they are still alive, and as long as they are alive, it means that there is oil and water to scrape out.

When a person is weak, the whole world is malicious, anyone can bite a piece of meat from him, and there are a large number of weak people here, so they are targeted and become slaves to this drug, for this reason Robbery or even murder.

"You know what's wrong with that sugar water?"

"I know." Ma Zhu nodded, "but you can feel happiness..."

"Ah."

Su Xia understood and stopped asking.

Ignorance is actually the greatest happiness.

When the war subsided and the society stabilized, stratum gradually appeared. It was not obvious in the early stage, and it became more obvious as it went on.

Children born here do not get a good education, they will inherit the poverty of their ancestors, use the bottom-level thinking to obtain cheap happiness, and live a life.

As long as there are no major problems for the children of the elite class, they can go further with the help of their parents, become a new generation of elites, and stand at the top of the entire city.

They will even take the initiative to produce many movies, novels, TV dramas, etc. that criticize the rich and the government, so that the social elites in them look like ignorant idiots, so that ordinary people at the bottom who watch these works can get psychological satisfaction.

Popular culture works are presented to the public, just what they want to see, and it doesn't matter whether they are real or not.

The city is also gradually developing in that direction.

The underground of the slum is the former drainage system. Most of it was abandoned after the war. Most of the pipes are more than three meters in diameter.

"Sir, here we are."

The horse column stopped at the end of a small alley, and by the faint moonlight, opened a rusted manhole cover.

This is one of the entrances to the underground slums, known to many who live here.

What appeared in front of Su Xia's eyes was a straight metal ladder that went all the way down and extended into the darkness.

"I'll go ahead." Ma Zhu seemed to be worried that Su Xia would suspect him, so he acted quickly, stepping down the straight ladder a little bit, and soon disappeared into the darkness of the sewer.

Perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, his night vision was not very good. After entering, his movements slowed down a lot, and he slowly groped each step of the ladder.

And Su Xia didn't say anything, just jumped.

(End of this chapter)