Real Players of the Department of Life

Chapter 7 Are you arrogant? !

Under the influence of the drug, Zhang Cishun slept peacefully, and it was rare that he didn't have those messy and weird dreams.

When he woke up from his sleep, the sky outside was already dim.

Jing Shuo didn't know when he came back. When Zhang Cishun sat up, he also put down the tools in his hand and turned to look at him.

"Is it better?"

Zhang Cishun touched his forehead and looked at his dashboard. The words 'Infection' and 'Low fever' in the status bar had disappeared, and 'Continuing deterioration' had also changed to 'Healing'.

"It's much better. I don't have a fever anymore."

"That's good."

In many cases, fever is also a fatal thing.

"During the day, I asked about what Cong Can said. It was nothing dangerous and could be done. It is said that the demonstration was initiated by a factory in Zhongcheng District. Something they developed was banned and destroyed. This demonstration Just protesting about this matter.”

Zhang Cishun nodded upon hearing the words, but did not say anything.

This is the first time he has heard of a parade since he came to this world. He is not sure whether the parade here is what he thought in his mind, but since Jing Shuo said that there is no danger to do, let's go Try it out.

After all, according to the black doctor Congcan's quotation, that's an income of [-] credit points a day, which is considered a considerable income for the vast majority of people in the lower city.

But...according to Zhang Cishun's understanding of the world, is this so-called parade...really useful?

Do people in the inner city care about the demands and ideas of the ruled?
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For the next two days, Zhang Cishun stayed at home quietly, using the second-level mechanical maintenance skills he learned from Jing Shuo to repair those components that still have repair value.

The wound on the hand healed very quickly. When I removed the gauze to check the wound at noon the next day, I found that the wound had basically scabbed over.

That afternoon, the weather began to turn cloudy, and then the rain came howling and falling.

The good news is that it's not a rainstorm, the bad news is - it's acid rain.

Because of the sudden acid rain, Jing Shuo came back earlier than usual. He didn't prepare a raincoat, and was panning for gold in the garbage dump while bathed in acid rain. He was looking for death.

"Snoring..."

Jing Shuo's washed hair was scattered on his forehead. His hands were holding a bowl filled with porridge cooked by Zhang Cishun.

Today's meal is not only porridge, but also a piece of bread.

The bread is very hard, and it must be soaked in porridge before it can be eaten normally.

Jing Shuo eats very seriously.

Zhang Cishun sat in front of the workbench, sorting the scrapped worthless parts according to material types.

This simple job will earn them a few more credits when recycling.

When Zhang Cishun finished all processing and arranged the tools neatly on the workbench, it was already night.

Jing Shuo did not take over Zhang Cishun's job as usual, because tomorrow...the two of them would go to the parade.

Acid rain beat on the windows, crackling.

Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo lay side by side on a small blanket, arms next to each other.Zhang Cishun could still clearly feel the unrelieved chill emanating from Jing Shuo's body.

Icy cold.

Neither of them felt very sleepy, but neither had the desire to speak.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Zhang Cishun, who has been in a state of emptying his mind, quietly fell asleep.

……

The route of the parade had been determined long ago. The route for the parades in the lower part of the North City started from the black doctor’s office, followed the road into the middle part of the city, and joined the main force. After a short stay on the three main roads in the upper part of the city, they entered the inner city.

The team will wander around the inner city. According to Cong Can, they are only responsible for filling heads during this parade, and other matters have nothing to do with them.

Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo were wearing gray cloaks, and their figures were hidden under the hood and wide cloak.

The people participating in the parade gathered in front of the hospital were basically dressed the same as them.

The morning sun was warm, but there was an unpleasant pungent smell in the air, which was the smell of acid rain.

The two of them were very inconspicuous in the team. In addition to the necessary food to satisfy their hunger, they each carried weapons under their cloaks.

seven thirty

The team officially kicked off

The clothes of the first few people walking in the queue were obviously different from the clothes worn by people in the lower city. They were clean and tidy.The exposed face was also clean, and was very obviously different from the dusty faces of the people from the lower city who lived in various situations.

There are several large characters written in red strokes on the board held in the hand.
Zhang Cishun glanced at the team before they set off, and it was written: Technology is innocent, only humans can make mistakes.

Zhang Cishun did not comment on this.

Jing Shuo didn't care.Compared with these things that are far away from him, he is more concerned about whether the promised credit points will be issued in full and on time after today's 'work' is over, rather than being deducted for various reasons.

On both sides of the road where they were proceeding, there were some onlookers standing, making a lot of noise, Zhang Cishun vaguely heard some mocking voices.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was someone he didn't recognize.But they have skulls of various colors painted with spray paint on their bodies, which indicate their identity - Skull and Bones.

This is the largest group of forces in the lower part of the North City, and they have a lot of jobs on the surface—recycling garbage picked up by gold diggers, selling consumables, protection fees, and so on.

They are behind 70.00% of the activities in the lower urban area of ​​Beicheng.

In addition to the obvious work, there are also... shady ones.

People in the lower city are very secretive about this.

What are they laughing at?
What are they mocking?
This question flashed through Zhang Cishun's mind, but obviously no one from the Skull and Bones Society would stand up and enthusiastically answer it for him.

"what happened?"

Jing Shuo noticed that Zhang Cishun's progress had slowed down, and turned his head to look over.

After noticing Zhang Cishun's gaze, she looked in the direction of his gaze.

"Just a few gangsters from the Skull and Bones Society, let's go."

"Ah."

Zhang Cishun looked away.

The lower city is very large, and the building structure is chaotic. Many houses here are repaired and built by the current occupants after the original buildings in the lower city were smashed by acid rain and hail.

People in the inner city don't care if they live or die, how can they care whether their houses are in good condition.

The team is moving forward

On the way, you can see scattered people joining their team at other assembly points.

The number of people is constantly growing.

Zhang Cishun and Jing Shuo still maintained their habit of keeping themselves in the middle of the team, and always paying attention to the paths around them, so as not to be unable to escape quickly when an unexpected surprise comes.

The road conditions in the downtown area have never been good. In addition to the acid rain that fell in the middle of the night last night, so many people in the parade today crowded the road, and the road under their feet soon turned into a quagmire.

But this difficult road didn't last long. When they passed through the gate and stepped into the land of the central city, the road under their feet became a concrete road.

Jing Shuo looked down at the road already covered with muddy footprints. After rubbing his feet and feeling it, he suddenly said, "That's great."

Zhang Cishun didn't hear Jing Shuo speak because the surroundings were too noisy.

His eyes were all now on both sides of the planned parade road.

The middle city area is much more regular than the lower city area, at least there are no shacks built in the narrow gap between two buildings.The mental outlook of the people living here is better than them.

But what made Zhang Cishun feel uncomfortable was that he saw obvious disgusted and disgusted expressions on the faces of the people in the middle city who passed by occasionally.

"Are you proud of Nima?"

When Zhang Cishun was struggling to survive in Xiacheng District, he never had the urge to curse as much as he does now.

But reason told him he couldn't.

On both sides of the concrete road, people in uniform uniforms were placed on duty every few meters. Zhang Cishun didn't know what they were doing at first.

Until there was a commotion in front of the team.

He watched helplessly as a man in a cloak from the lower city squeezed out of the team in the blink of an eye, trying to get into the alleys of the central city, but when he just stood out from the team, those guards who had been vigilant immediately pulled out Hidden behind the stick, with one click, the man fell to the ground.

A pool of blood oozes out and spreads quickly.

"It turns out that there are weapons hidden behind them..."

(End of this chapter)