latent body

Chapter 7
In the end, it was the same reason as Liao Qiu.

Zhong Xiaowei is very beautiful and has a first-class figure.

Although it is impossible to determine whether her appearance and body are natural or post-processed, it is not bad to sit in a tavern and look at her eyes.

A thin old man pushed the door open and walked directly to the table in the corner of the back wall and sat down.

His name is Yang Ligeng, and he has lived in the town for many years.Ling Zihan didn't know exactly how long it had been. He only knew that Yang Ligeng had been a resident of the town before he and Liao Qiu came here.

"A cup of Hongfu." The old man raised his hand to Zhong Xiaowei who was standing at the counter.

The most sold wine in the tavern is "Hongfu".This is distilled liquor made from cassava.Divided into different levels according to the alcohol content.Thirty degrees and 45 degrees are the most common.If you want more than [-] degrees, you have to pay more.

The taste of this wine is average, slightly bitter in the mouth.Yet even the most critical person has nothing to say about it.Humans of the old days would never have imagined how hard it is to grow crops in the damn dark.Plants that can survive war and radiation to this day are already the elite of the population.

The word "cassava wine" sounds very harsh, but changing the name to "Hongfu" will make people have infinitely beautiful reverie.This is the same reason that boiled tofu with green vegetables is called "Jade and White Jade Soup".

Zhong Xiaowei carried a tray, stepped on high-heeled shoes, walked through the tavern on the catwalk of a professional model, and under the gaze of everyone including Ling Zihan, delivered a glass of "Hongfu" to the old man, turned and left.

Ling Zihan noticed that Yang Ligeng sat at the same table every day.That seat seems to be his exclusive seat, which remains unchanged all year round.

Halfway through the simple meal, Liao Qiu came yawning.

He walked directly to the bar, with an extremely sweet smile on his face, and tried every means to talk to Zhong Xiaowei by taking advantage of the timing of ordering food.

It took a full 5 minutes before he came across to Ling Zihan with the tray, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"I took a closer look just now. Hers should be covered with synthetic rubber and human skin." Liao Qiu looked serious, with the concentration light that only scientists can have, and the devotion of religious believers.

Ling Zihan picked up a piece of boiled potato from the plate, brought it to his mouth, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say with certainty that it was a silicone filler last time?"

"Silicone can't be so soft, and the gloss is wrong." Liao Qiu thought like Newton verifying the law of gravity.

"Glossiness?" Ling Zihan was extremely surprised by the word, and almost slipped the potato in his hand: "You mean...she just showed it to you?"

Liao Qiu shook his head slowly: "No."

Ling Zihan curled his lips, sneered and said, "What a fart without you!"

Liao Qiu's expression was solemn, and his pronunciation was especially serious, without the slightest hint of ridicule: "She is wearing a lace underwear today, and I can see from it that it is half more than usual."

Ling Zihan opened his mouth, but searched his brains and found that he couldn't find the right words, so he could only stuff the piece of cooked potato into his mouth with a depressed mood, and chewed it slowly.

The topic they discussed just now was about what kind of material is used for the swollen parts of the upper half of Zhong Xiaowei's body.

Liao Qiu can always put forward refreshing and special insights in this regard.

……

Zhong Jun appeared in front of the counter and placed a metal human skull on the top of the bar table.

Seeing his action, everyone in the tavern stopped talking and focused their eyes on him.

Zhong Jun held a delicate hammer in his hand. With an undeniable seriousness on his face, as well as a solemnity like a saint, he raised his hand and tapped lightly on the metal skull, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Immediately afterwards, he hung a blackboard about the size of a laptop computer screen upside down outside the counter so that everyone could see it.

"Tomorrow [-]:[-] p.m." is clearly written in white chalk on the blackboard.

Zhong Jun gently fiddled with his carefully trimmed mustache with his slender fingers, with a charming smile on his face: "Old rules, each one has a silver horn."

This is the latest time a mountain of garbage has appeared.

The small blackboard will hang here until midnight tonight.In other words, after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the published information is no longer valid.

Ling Zihan finished his light meal, got up and walked to the bar, took out two silver horns from his underwear pocket and handed them over, and said with a flattering smile, "Brother Zhong, this is my share with Ah Qiu."

Zhong Jun put away the silver corner, handed two metal number plates engraved with numbers to Ling Zihan, and said meaningfully: "Gong Xi Fa Cai."

……

The rubbish mountain is just a general term passed down by the scavengers. The real place name here is Rye Mountain.

There is no edge, and almost all the area covered in darkness in the distance is almost called Rye Mountain.The distance that the twilight can reach is very limited, and the humans living in the underground world will never know what the sun rises and sets, nor do they have the concept of the outline of the horizon.

It is unimaginable to travel alone or with a few people over long distances, and the way is full of various crises.Over time, the underground people have formed a logical view of the world—if someone disappears for a long time, it must be swallowed by darkness.

Although the garbage mountain is not far from Yazi Town, no one can tell what will happen on the way.In the case of having to be alert at all times, far travellers would not choose wheeled and tracked mechanical lower limbs.

Although the wheeled lower limbs are fast and energy-saving, the environment in the underground world is harsh, and the roads left over from the old era have long been damaged. It is difficult to protect themselves in case of emergencies.

The tracked lower limbs can cope with bad road conditions, but the top speed is only two-thirds of the wheeled ones, or even lower.There is no problem cross-country, but you can't climb over the mountains.

The spider pose has many advantages, but the disadvantage is that it consumes too much energy, at least three times more than other mechanical lower limbs.If you don't have enough spare batteries, you can't get supplies on the way, which is tantamount to suicide.

On the whole, the performance of the biped mechanical lower limbs is the most balanced.

The irregular "Y"-shaped mountain road firmly strangles the approach intersection.The rocks on the left and right sides are steep, forming a canyon trail about [-] meters long.

Dozens of wrecked vehicles dragged from the ruins were piled up and connected head to tail at the intersection, forming a "wall" more than four meters high, leaving a narrow passage in the middle.A few burly men stood there, gagging and chatting about genitals and women, while casually taking the metal nameplates from the people waiting in line to check them.

There are as many as hundreds of scavengers gathered in the open space in front of the intersection.These people stopped outside the white line more than ten meters away from the intersection.It is a separation strip randomly sprinkled on the ground with loose and crushed lime, which is equivalent to the waiting distance set up by banks, park ticket offices, and airport security checkpoints in the old days.

Where there is water, there is life.In the area where the dark river flows, there are as many as four gangs.

Strictly speaking, it is too one-sided to regard it as a "black and evil force" according to the concept of the old era.These gangs were originally formed as wilderness wanderers huddling together for warmth.Later, when there were too many people, they divided their respective spheres of influence, forming settlements that did not interfere with each other, guarded against each other, but had to come and go because of unreasonable needs and conflicts of interest.

In addition to Yazi Town, there are three small gathering places nearby Sui Ancient Town, Qilihe, and Cuihonglou, which belong to the Broken Bones Gang, the Blood Wolf Gang, and the Yinsha Gang.

The timing of every litter in the sky is the best kept secret of the gang leaders.Although they are hostile to each other, they have the same identity in terms of interests. The strength of the three gangs is almost the same, forming a delicate balance.No matter if any one of them expands slightly and shows a tendency to expand outward, it will immediately be counterattacked by the other two.

Regarding the management and control of the garbage mountain, the three gangs jointly released the time and information to the outside world, and took turns in charge of relevant management rights.

The reason is simple: the amount of garbage that appears in the sky is variable, and the benefits generated by it are not equal.A single harvest may exceed fifty gold dollars, or it may only be worth two or three silver dollars.

All in all, this kind of thing depends on luck and face.

The dense crowd of scavengers is in stark contrast to the narrow intersection.They swarmed together and surrounded the intersection.

A burly man with a mechanical prosthetic eye was probably new here. He didn't understand the situation here. He waved his mechanical arm and pushed the people standing in front of him to squeeze in desperately, roaring loudly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. I paid the entrance fee in real money, let me in!"

His voice and movement immediately set off a chain reaction.

"This guy doesn't know the rules, is he new here?"

"Squeeze for what? Just line up behind!"

"Beat him, kill him!"

Several people yelled and cursed and rushed forward, targeting the fragile biological parts of the person's face and body and beating them violently.Several punches hit him, and under the effect of intense pain, he lost the ability to resist on the spot, and was thrown out of the circle after being beaten to death.

If it was another place, this kind of guy who didn't know the rules would have been cut into parts and divided up on the spot by scavengers, leaving no slag left.

But not now.Regardless of the Bone Crusher Gang, Blood Wolf Gang, or Yinsha Gang, they must maintain the necessary order under the premise of taking turns in charge of the profit distribution of the garbage mountain.

Of course people can be killed, but it depends on when and in what name.

To some extent, the face and order of the gang must be taken into account.

If it leads to notoriety for a small profit, no outsider will pay the entrance fee in the future.

The number of people in the front line gradually decreased. Seeing that the time was almost up, Ling Zihan raised his hand and patted Liao Qiu's shoulder: "Let's go, it's our turn."

A thin middle-aged man stood in the middle of the crossing.He took the two metal nameplates that Ling Zihan handed over and looked at them over and over for a long time, then raised his head with a playful expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)