Global Famine: My items can be automatically upgraded.

Chapter 128: Speculation, Local Specialties, Provocation

The question raised by Song You struck a bolt of lightning in Shen Bei's mind.

Shen Bei took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, examined it carefully in the dim light, then lit it with an old-fashioned lighter, the flame dancing in the darkness.

The tungsten filament bulb overhead swayed, casting a dim light, dividing the noisy bar into two worlds.

One is the small table for Shen Bei and Song You, and the other is the bar.

Shen Bei took a deep puff of the cigarette. The smoke lingered between his lips and teeth, then slowly dissipated, as if his thoughts were also drifting away in this hazy light and shadow.

Shen Bei tapped the table lightly with his fingers, making a dull knocking sound. The cigarette burned between his fingers, and the sparks flickered.

Shen Bei was indeed shocked by Song You's question.

think carefully.

Shen Bei has walked through urban ruins many times and even fought many battles in them.

And there are even more miles to walk in the wilderness.

The time with Liu Zhuima and Gan Mo alone took nearly ten days.

But Shen Bei really overlooked one detail.

That is Song You's problem, whether in the ruins of the city or in the wilderness.

Not a single body was found!

Of course, this refers to corpses that have been dead for a long time, the kind that have been weathered or turned into skeletons.

Even a corpse that had been dead for many days was seen!

This is obviously unreasonable.

Not to mention that the humans in the famine-stricken world are all surrounding the Titans.

Even teams that go in and out of the wilderness will die in the wilderness.

Not to mention, during the period of transition between the old era and the new world, how many humans in the world died at the hands of evil species?

And where did all these bodies go?

It's like a drop of water falling on the ground, completely evaporating.

Shouldn't.

At least you can see human bones!

Eaten by a ferocious beast?

You can’t eat it so cleanly!

But why not!

This suddenly reminded Shen Bei of something. That was when he first traveled through time, he was abandoned by his teammates. After he killed Xiaolong, Xiaoying found Xiaolong's body in order to get revenge and carried it back.

I was wondering at the time, is it really necessary to carry the corpse?

The greatest kindness is to bury the body where it is.

The reasonable approach is to abandon the body in the wilderness. Titan's route is not fixed, and it is very likely that it will never pass by the area again in its lifetime.

Now Shen Bei seemed to understand a little.

The Xiaolong was afraid that something would harm the body of the Owl Eagle.

quite a while.

Shen Bei slowly raised his head, his face as cold as ice, and said calmly, "There must be a teacher among three people. You are worth three."

Song You laughed hoarsely, his voice low and deep: "No, I don't have that ability. I just happened to know something. If you ask me about other things, I really don't understand."

Shen Bei flicked the ash off his cigarette, thought for a moment, and asked, "So what's your guess?"

"If I say my brain isn't working well, would you believe me?"

"I asked if you believe in guns."

"Then I'm going to talk nonsense."

"I just thought it was a dream, or a crazy writer making up an outrageous plot."

Song You took a gulp of wine. The spicy alcohol scraped his throat like a knife, making his face turn red instantly.

He hissed and exhaled a mouthful of the unpleasant smell of alcohol. "I suspect... someone is collecting corpses, conducting mind-boggling experiments right here in the middle of a northern winter! And the purpose of our gathering this time is to explore or eliminate this!"

Shen Bei narrowed his eyes and shook his head when he heard this: "Impossible, how can you survive in the cold winter of the Northern Territory——"

and many more.

Shen Bei interrupted himself before he finished speaking.

He originally wanted to ask how anyone could survive in such a cold environment.

Then I thought, as long as there is coal, there doesn't seem to be any problem.

But Shen Bei suddenly had another question: water, where does the water come from?

Without water, people cannot survive at all.

Even if the ice and snow melt, it cannot be drunk.

Is there a clean water source in the cold winter in the north?

I've never heard of this.

Shen Bei expressed his doubts.

Song You shrugged: "Who knows what's going on."

"What about the evil species? The evil species are not afraid of the cold."

This is Shen Bei's inference. If the evil species is afraid of the cold, then people with special abilities like Blue Rose would have become the masters of this world long ago. What would be the point of You Wuchang and the Spider Queen?

"Who knows what's going on?" Song You repeated, "That's all I can guess. The rest is pure ignorance."

Shen Bei smacked his lips, ate a peanut, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the ceiling.

"Don't think too much." Song You took a sip of wine. "Once the mission begins, you'll know everything. By the way, do you want to join the mission too? I'll go with you."

"Why?" Shen Bei asked curiously.

Song You licked his lips and said with a smile: "I believe that the miracles that an ordinary person can perform can continue."

"Thinking too much."

Shen Bei lowered his arms and placed them on the table: "But you didn't ask me to participate in the mission. I still want to get out of the cold winter in the northern border comfortably."

"Comfort is for the dead."

"I am already dead."

The corner of Song You's mouth twitched.

Just now.

A little girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing clean clothes, came to the two of them holding an old refrigerated box from an old car.

The cooler was modified and had a thin rope hanging from it, which was put around the girl's neck.

"Would you like a snack, sir?"

The little girl took out a kind of "potato cake"

This potato pancake doesn't look good, it's a black lump. It's made by baking a mixture of potato peels, dried vegetable fragments, unknown animal meat scraps, sugar and flour.

If you want to eat this kind of thing, don’t ask where the raw materials come from. Asking will make you feel nauseous.

Potato chips are naturally the garbage discarded by the upper class residents.

The same goes for dried vegetable scraps.

The source of the sugar is even more unclear. It could be some kind of plant, or some kind of animal, or it could be some sugar cubes picked up from the upper layer...

As for water…even the bath water can’t be left out!

In the world of refugees, the only value of items is reuse, there is no such thing as discarding.

The production cost of this little girl is almost zero.

Fortunately, this thing won’t kill you, and the only taste it has is a hint of sweetness.

Shen Bei opened the little girl's box and took a look.

This reminded him of the little girl selling nuclear bombs.

"I'll treat you to some of Shelter 36's specialty food."

Shen Bei threw out a crystal source core.

The little girl started to take out a few potato cakes.

Song You corrected Shen Bei and said, "This stuff is sold in every shelter."

Song You took a bite and it was crispy but had no chicken flavor.

"Have you been to many shelters?" Shen Bei asked, tilting his head.

"Yes."

Song You pulled a piece of potato peel from his mouth and glared at the little girl angrily: "It's disgusting! You really live in a good era. If it were the old times, I would call 12345 to complain to you and make you pay three times the price for the refund!"

The little girl was confused for a moment, her pupils lost their luster as if the power was cut off, and she seemed to have doubts about her own craftsmanship.

"I used to run errands and deliver goods for Shelter No. 20. To put it bluntly, I was a member of a caravan, searching for other shelters in the wilderness and trading goods with them."

Shen Bei said, "Then why did you..."

Caravanning is a good job.

There are no hard and fast requirements.

Take the goods out and trade them if you can find other shelters. If you can't trade them, come back.

Of course, at every monthly radio communication meeting, everyone will leave the coordinates of the shelter's route.

This time, Shelter No. 36 headed straight for the northern winter, and the other shelter members came in the same way.

"It's just a case of someone robbing another gang." Song You shrugged.

Shen Bei snorted. If the goods were lost, the responsibility would be huge.

Just like the last time, Shelter 36 suffered a loss. Fortunately, Blue Rose fought back, otherwise You Wuchang would have been angry and killed a large number of people.

At this moment, Shen Bei turned around and looked at the little girl strangely: "What are you doing standing here?"

For bars, income comes not only from drinks, but also from food.

This little girl snuck in to sell food, and it's a good thing the bartender didn't notice.

If discovered, they will inevitably be scolded or even beaten.

After all, it violated two bar rules.

No consumption, no entry and no private food sales in the bar.

But as soon as the little girl opened her mouth, Shen Bei was stunned.

"Sir, can you buy me?"

"What?" Shen Bei seemed not to hear clearly.

The little girl leaned forward, revealing a coquettish look that didn't belong to her age. She placed her palms on Shen Bei's lower body and rubbed it: "I say, can you buy me? I know a lot, and I guarantee you'll be comfortable."

"Ha ha!"

Song You slapped the table and laughed: "Local transactions are really too subtle!"

"Shut up!" Shen Bei glared at Song You angrily, then turned to look at the little girl: "Take your claws away from me!"

The little girl stuck to Shen Bei like a dog-skin plaster: "Try it, it's definitely worth it."

Shen Bei pulled out his revolver and thrust it directly into the little girl's mouth: "I'll say it again, take your claws away!"

The little girl's pupils shrank instantly, she raised her hands and took a few steps back.

"Haha, if you're not interested in women, then you're interested in men?"

At this moment, a voice accompanied by ridicule reached Shen Bei's ears in the noisy bar.

Shen Bei looked in the direction of the sound.

In the corner sat a man with a square face, a crew cut, bronze skin, and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He held a wine glass in his hand, swaying the pale yellow liquor back and forth. His bare forearm looked as if cast from copper and iron, revealing a wild nature.

The man's brown pupils were fixed on Shen Bei. Even when Shen Bei looked at him, he did not avoid looking away, just like a spotted lizard in the wilderness.

Shen Bei had some impression of this person. He was the man who came from Shelter No. 5 by helicopter.

Shen Bei also asked him for compensation for mental damage.

"What, have you washed your butt?" Shen Bei cursed back.

The man was stunned, his face a little annoyed: "Are you drunk, or have you always been like this?"

"No alcohol has ever gotten me so drunk."

"Haha." The man drained his glass, grinned at Shen Bei, and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Then how did you survive until now? I would like to invite everyone present to open a table. What do you think?"

Fuck you.

Provoke me at the top.

Do you still want to open my table when I get to the lower level?

Shen Bei suddenly stood up and was about to walk towards the man with his revolver in hand.

Song You grabbed him, his expression extremely serious, and whispered, "Don't, this guy is called Momosang, one of the sons of Babatu, the leader of Shelter No. 5. If you can't afford to offend him, either sit down and keep the peace, or walk out the door and go home to sleep."

Shen Bei drank the whole bottle of wine, took a deep breath, shook off Song You, and walked away: "I can't die."