Apocalypse female match rescue system

Chapter 42

The market in the last days is like the morning market and evening market before the end of the world. People set up small stalls early in the morning, neatly and very space-saving.

The difference is that people in the market in the last days do not have the simple satisfaction of being so lively and happy. Numbness, resignation, and tranquility have become the main colors of the last days. Even the people who come to buy things are cautious and hesitate again and again.

Mo Mudan and Xi Yang came out early, along the way, the things on both sides were mostly gold, silver and jade, small machines used, and water.

The water in the last days is infected, and if ordinary people drink it, they will be in danger of becoming zombies, so the water of water-type supernatural beings is very popular in the market.

Mo Mudan bought a few pieces of emeralds with good water head. These things were worth tens of thousands before the end of the world, but after the end of the world, they are only worth a few bags of instant noodles and a few packets of bread.

"This is an ancient book." Mo Mudan walked to a booth full of books, and was surprised to find that all of them were history books, and it could be seen that the owner cherished these books, and brought them out for his life, and they were very well preserved.

"Yes, ancient books." The eyes of the old man were full of reluctance and sourness. He loved books all his life, but he didn't want to sell his cherished books in his later years, and no one wanted to buy them.

"Grandpa, these are all your books." Mo Mudan said affirmatively. Mo Mudan is a person who likes to read, so he naturally understands the importance of books to people like them. These things will not be sold.

"Yes, if not." The old man didn't say any more, but Mo Mudan understood that as a literati, there is always something noble. If she hadn't experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships prematurely, she might be a simple and elegant literati.

"Grandpa, I want to buy these books. I used to like them very much, but I have never had the chance to see them." Mo Mudan said earnestly. Most of the people who own these books have profound academic background and are worthy of respect.

"I can see that you really like these books, little girl. If you want, you can read them. I only ask for one thing. Please keep them well. Books are the most precious things in the development of human beings. They cannot be thrown away just because of the end of the world. Mo Mudan deeply remembers the words of the old man at this moment. Too much progress has caused people to give up history, charm, and origin. It is necessary to know that the fast-food society has no culture. History is nothing but a template that anyone can copy.

"Hey, little girl, don't listen to my dad's nonsense. He is old and doesn't understand. These books are very precious things. The leaders of the base once wanted them. We also see that you really like them. How about you? Give us ten boxes of instant noodles, one box of sausages, and three barrels of water." A cheerful middle-aged man hurried forward to stop the old man's foolish behavior, joking, and finally met a book reader, who was still a lucky guy, no matter what Kill it.

"You, you get out, this is my book, don't worry about it." The old man shouted angrily. In this world, people have completely changed. Before the end of the world, they only thought that their son was mediocre, but after the end of the world, they found out that his son was such a philistine.

"Old man, let me tell you, these books belong to our family. Your grandson is still waiting for dinner at home. Are you going to starve him to death?" Looking at Mo Mudan and the others, "Look, you two, what's the matter, our price is very cheap."

Mo Mudan didn't speak, and walked over to help the old man, with helplessness in her eyes, this is the end of the world, no one is more sober than her, but she would rather be like the old man, at least they still have faith in their hearts.

In the past, Mo Mudan was also a person with ideals. When she was young, she would tell her friends time and time again that I will be an excellent person in the future, so that everyone in the orphanage can live a happy life.

However, the restlessness and fear in her childhood, and the reality after her success made her sober, rational, and indifferent time and time again. She has become more and more in line with the requirements of society and the times, but the most precious things are also being slowed down. Slowly gave up.

For now, the only thing I insist on is Xiyang. I don't regret this result, but there is always a moment when I envy such people, those who almost stubbornly stick to their beliefs.

"The things you want are fine." Mo Mudan stopped the man's words, "But there is one thing, I need a familiar person to take us around the base, you find the right person for me, and I will give it to you. There is no lack of these things, but it will not make people think that this is very simple, Mo Mudan has always been a very fast recovery, very realistic person.

"I'll take you there." An immature voice said, the boy looked only about ten years old, his face was dirty, and his clothes were sewn with many patches. He looked at Mo Mudan and the others cautiously, his eyes full of pleading.

"Jin Zi, why did you come out?" The grandfather asked worriedly the moment he saw the child.

"He's a man, why shouldn't he come out to make money, Miss, let him be." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his eyes flashed with pride, and he had another income.

"The place I want you to take is very dangerous, and I can't protect you." Mo Mudan said lightly.

"It's okay, I can, Grandpa, I will earn food, don't worry." After Jin Jin Jin finished speaking, the old man's eyes turned red, it was all because of his incompetence.

"Let's go, you lead the way to your house first." Mo Mudan walked first after finishing speaking.

Jin Zi followed closely with the old man on his arm, looking at the strong figure in front of him, he was a good man, although he was very indifferent, but he was very careful.

Putting the food in Jin Zi's home, Mo Mudan went out with Jin Zi towards her destination, the black market in R City.

"Peony, look." Xi Yang pointed to the two people at the intersection in front of him and said, "It can be seen that they often do such things." Xi Yang, who was also a child in an orphanage, knew very well that precious things are for children It is an honor, but it is even more a disaster.

"It's chicken." Mo Mudan took a light look, and then understood the whole thing. Lian Youyou is a high-profile and kind person, and has a good "reputation" in the base. Almost everyone in the base has heard of this person who often comes here. The most important thing about the girls who give alms in the market is that Lian Youyou only gives alms to children.

"You can go over for a while." Mo Mudan didn't like this kind of behavior, but he didn't bother other people's income either.

"I won't go." Unexpectedly, Jin Jin refused, his precocious eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Have you been there before, or have you seen what happened to other children who received things?" Xi Yang was a little curious, even though he knew it was not necessarily a good thing, but there were many children going up there.

"Because." Jin Jin lowered his head and said in a low voice, "A child died because of these chickens, and was dragged to a dark alley to die." There was no sadness on Jin Jin's face, only indifference, "Why? As for the chicken, ordinary instant noodles are fine."

But Xi Yang didn't answer. Based on his understanding, that woman should think that the chicken is more high-profile, and it can better show her kindness.

"Don't you think she is more kind than other people because she is willing to give up these things?" Mo Mudan was suddenly a little puzzled, wanting to know what other people thought of such behavior. After all, she had seen other female supernatural beings in the base do this in her previous life. , and then they won praise, but they were only infamy.

"I don't know, but I don't like her like this. She doesn't like us, she just likes everyone gathering to look at her. Compared with her, I like my sister's thoughtfulness just now." The child said something pleasing.

Mo Mudan lowered her eyes, the child of the last days, the precocity makes people feel distressed.

People in the early days of the end of the world like strong bodies and advanced abilities, so old people, children, such burdens are discarded by everyone, and they don't like it.

It wasn't until later that more and more people realized that there were no new babies born at all. At this time, people began to panic, especially in a traditional country like China, where children are always important things, and some old people even think that they are the most important thing in their lives. The most important thing is to leave something for your children and grandchildren.

For the sake of inheritance, children were protected at that time, but that was the middle and late end of the world. There were very few children who survived then, and most of them had distorted personalities. They were forced to grow up, and they had no concept of happiness. Their world only had Cruelty and survival.

Cloning is also a revived technology at that time. Everyone hopes to have their own blood, so the exact same self appears. The complete copy makes people lose their uniqueness, and also makes people feel discouraged and depressed, because there is nothing to do. It makes sense.

Mo Mudan, you know this, so you should do something, if you repeat, your rebirth will be completely meaningless.

At this moment, the voice in Mo Mudan's heart moved her, "Xiyang, let's help the children do something." This proposal was not impulsive like Mo Mudan's character, but it was unexpectedly joyful.

"Okay." Xi Yang agreed without hesitation, so along the way, Mo Mudan began to ask the boy about the children and their lives in Base R, and a plan gradually formed.

The black market is not lively, and to be exact, it is strictly hierarchical. People who come here have their own strengths and credentials, and everyone is more vigilant and careful in their dealings.

When Mo Mudan came here, the most important thing was to inquire about the news. Even though she was almost sure of the changes in R base, she still needed to verify them, such as the advancement of Professor Bai, such as the advancement of R base.

Mo Mudan and the others received enthusiastic attention. The combination of a man, a woman and a child made everyone feel weak.

Xi Yang waved his right hand impatiently, and a man who was quietly following them was thrown out fiercely. Then the crowd withdrew their eyes, but there were still a large number of three people from time to time.

He soon arrived at his destination, which was said to be the most well-informed place in the black market. In the dark and short house, only a thin and small man was sitting.

"The news that I want to buy the base." Mo Mudan cut to the chase.

"One secondary crystal nucleus, one message." The thin man said, scanning Mo Mudan around.

"Okay." Mo Mudan agreed, for her, the news itself was worth it.

"The base was built three months before the end of the world. Most of the people who built it were prisoners. After the construction, most of them died, and those who lived became supernatural beings." People look ordinary, at most they are powerful supernatural beings, how can they pay attention to these.

"Professor Bai found it by himself. Since he appeared, many advanced inventions have appeared in the base very quickly." After speaking, the thin man stretched out his hand and asked Mo Mudan for the crystal nucleus.

"There is one more thing, Professor Bai, do you have any detailed information about him? Detailed." Mo Mudan became more and more urgent, a conjecture that needs to be proved.

"Yes, ten crystal nuclei, this is a secret." The skinny man said simply.

The group of Mo Mudan who paid for the crystal nucleus came out decisively and walked out of the black market quickly. Their behavior just now was too conspicuous.

But Mo Mudan and the others underestimated the speed of news dissemination in the black market. They were targeted by several forces at the same time, and the three of them, who were walking faster and faster, were still stopped in an alley in the black market.

(End of this chapter)