Doomsday Rebirth: Revenge Is Too Easy

Chapter 14 Rules of the Underground Fortress

Twenty boxes of compressed biscuits, ten boxes of medicine and gas masks are not enough to enter the world of first-class people.

"Xiao Fang, if it were two years ago, these materials would barely be able to enjoy second-class resources. But now that the materials are in short supply, I can make a special application for you. But first-class resources are unlikely. I hope you understand. "

Professor Wang speaks very well. Even though the medical resources in the bunker are almost scarce, he can still negotiate with Fang Mo so confidently. It seems that he is sure that Fang Mo will stay here.

"When you receive the person tomorrow, tell us the address as soon as possible." Professor Wang gave her a meaningful look, left a form and left.

Fang Mo felt for a moment that his eyes seemed to be filled with the same purple light as Zhuang Sheng's, but it was fleeting and she might have seen it wrong.

The content of the form is nothing more than explaining personal information and material sources.One of them, "Have you received assistance/information from any organization?" reminded her of the content of shortwave communications.

About 10 minutes later, the young man appeared again, handed Fang Mo the headlamp in his hand, and took her deeper.

Four floors underground.

This is a two-room apartment of about [-] square meters. There is no living room. The larger room has a double bed and dining table, and the small room only has two single beds.

"This is a guide to living in the underground fortress. If you are still unclear, you can go to the third floor to find the staff." After explaining, the young man hurried away again. He looked very busy.

Fang Mo took off the headlamp, and her pupils turned dark blue. She didn't need lighting.

The second underground floor is the largest floor in the bunker. In addition to the survivor registration office and monitoring room, there is also a hall of about [-] square meters, which is mainly used for daily food distribution.

The remaining parts are residences for third-class ordinary people. The space of less than [-] square meters accommodates more than [-] people. There are no partitions here. The survivors who came early had bunk beds, while those who came later had to sleep on the floor.It was fine during the day, but at night, the sound of snoring and teeth grinding reached my ears.

More than [-] people share five toilets, and only take a turn to take a shower for most of half a year. The entire living space on the second floor is filled with a sour smell.

The three underground floors are the residences of the second class, as well as the medical team and some warehouses. There are about two hundred volunteers living there.Although the rooms here are a bit crowded, compared to the second underground floor, it is the difference between earth and hell, and the smell is much better.

In the previous life, father, stepmother and Fang Rao were squeezed into a space of less than [-] square meters here, and Fang Mo and Zhao Zixuan could only make the floor in front of the door.

In order to gain acceptance from the family, Zhao Zixuan agreed to all the conditions they proposed regardless of Fang Mo's feelings.From then on, she became Fang Rao's servant, and she was responsible for all the dirty work of the family.

The fourth underground floor is also a residence for second-class people. It is provided for volunteer captains and scarce technical personnel. It seems that the conditions and treatment are much better than those on the third floor. I heard that Professor Wang also lives here.

Each level in the bunker is strictly divided.Except for special circumstances, third-class people are not allowed to set foot in the living areas of second-class people, but second-class people can appear in the areas of third-class people at will.

Therefore, Fang Mo in his previous life did not know the existence of the fourth underground floor.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the lighting in the bunker was restored. She stuffed her hiking bag under the bed and went out.After identity verification by the staff, she finally stepped into this place full of unbearable memories.

"Fang Dequan? I don't know him. He doesn't live here."

There was no sign of his father's family at the door where Fang Mo had slept for countless nights.

She shuttled through the three underground floors with doubts, searching dozens of rooms, large and small, but there was still no news about them.Could it be that they couldn't survive those two months in this life?

It was already twelve o'clock at noon, and she had to go to the second floor first.

As soon as he entered the second underground floor, a sour smell mixed with an indescribable smell hit his nostrils. Fang Mo covered his nose and searched hard among the messy floors.

"Grandpa Zhu?"

The haggard Grandpa Zhu was walking to the hall with the flow of people.

"Mo Mo? Is it really Mo Mo? Why are you here too? Where is Yu Ming? Is he okay?" Grandpa Zhu walked through the crowd and grabbed her hand and asked.The old man in front of him was as skinny as a stick, and his plump cheeks were already sunken.In the memory, he was well-dressed, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket that he picked up from somewhere. The hands he used to use to wave his hair were covered with calluses, which made Fang Mo painful.

Grandpa Zhu is a close friend of my grandpa and has helped him in business.

When grandpa was around, the two old men often had heated arguments over playing chess, and each time it took Fang Mo to coax them for a long time before they stopped.Grandpa Zhu would secretly give her a red envelope every time he left, saying that next time he quarreled with her grandpa, she must stand by him.

In fact, Fang Mo knew in his heart that Grandpa Zhu felt sorry for him.

Grandpa Zhu’s wife died of illness very early. He was busy with his career when he was young, and his son grew up with a nanny.Perhaps out of guilt, Grandpa Zhu doted on his son too much, which led to the tragedy in his previous life.

"We are all fine, you come with me first." Fang Mo helped him walk to the registration office.

"Where are we going? I have to go get food." Grandpa Zhu looked anxiously at the hall not far away.

"Who are you? Where are you taking my dad?" A middle-aged man jumped out of nowhere and stopped Fang Mo. His rosy complexion was in sharp contrast to the thin Grandpa Zhu.

This is the biological son who starved Grandpa Zhu to death.

"You're not going to get the food, but you still have time to chat with the girl here? Are you going to starve me to death? I see your skin is itchy again!" Before Fang Mo could answer, he raised his fist and hit Grandpa Zhu.

"Ouch!" Fang Mo dodged, took the initiative to meet him, and then fell to the ground.

Naturally, she felt no pain from a mere punch to the shoulder she was hit on. On the contrary, the middle-aged man's hand seemed to have hit a steel plate, sending a heartbreaking pain from the bones.

"Why do you hit someone? How dare you when a grown man hits a woman?" Fang Mo shouted.

The crowd still continued to flow towards the hall. The people on the second underground floor had long been numb to all this, and nothing could stop them from receiving food.

"Who asked you to block it yourself? Just scream, I'm going to hit you!" the man yelled.

Grandpa Zhu anxiously stepped forward to stop him, but was pushed to the ground by his angry son.

Judging from his smooth and smooth movements, it must not have been the first time he hit Grandpa Zhu.

"Stop!" the registration desk staff ran over panting.

Fang Mo had already communicated with Professor Wang that he would come to the second floor to pick up Grandpa Zhu at twelve o'clock today and asked the staff to wait at the registration desk in advance. After the arrangements were made, the specific location of the supplies would be told to them.

Professor Wang did not ask about the relationship between the two, and the arrangements were quickly made.

Fang Mo knew that the so-called rules were only for people who were of no use value.

"Aren't you a coward? You are not allowed to receive food today. If you make trouble again, we will kick you out! Get out of here!" When the staff saw Fang Mo still sitting on the ground, they yelled in anger.

Of course they were very anxious. Professor Wang repeatedly warned them that they must get this supply. If they couldn't do it, they might be demoted to the smelly second floor.

Grandpa Zhu's son still wanted to refute, but when he saw the staff holding explosion-proof forks in their hands, he had to leave reluctantly.

Grandpa Zhu wanted to plead for mercy, but felt sorry for Fang Mo, so he could only sit on the ground and watch his son's leaving figure sadly.

"Sorry, we're late. Let's go register now." The staff didn't care about that and just carried the old man to the registration office.

Fang Mo then patted the dust on his butt and followed quickly.

(End of this chapter)