sbdcsierra Chapter 114 There were people in the relief center; they went into someone's basement.
Chapter 114 There were people in the relief center; they went into someone's basement.
To save time, Meng Tong still relied on the "green carpet" to travel, and arrived in town in no time.
As Meng Tong walked toward the brick factory from his memory, he looked around along the way.
Amidst the desolation, a few patches of green emerged, and tender grass sprouted from the cracks in the paved ground. A gentle spring breeze blew, and the withered branches and fallen leaves hid in the dark corners, revealing the original ground.
The weather was cloudy today, with a light drizzle falling from the sky. Meng Tong wore a raincoat but didn't take an umbrella.
Walking slowly down the street, there was a strange sense of disconnect.
The brick factory was at the end of the town. After walking for about fifteen minutes, Meng Tong passed by the relief hall located in the center of the town.
Compared to the dilapidated state of the other houses, the relief hall miraculously looked clean and tidy, even the signboard above the door was clean and dust-free.
Feeling a strange sensation, Meng Tong stood at the entrance of the relief hall, looking up at the tightly closed door.
A look of doubt flashed in her watery eyes, and after a long silence, Meng Tong suddenly took two steps forward.
The drizzle dampened the iron ring on the door lock, making it feel icy cold in the hand. Meng Tong tapped it three times.
He then asked, "Is anyone there?"
No one responded and no sound came from inside, but Meng Tong had a strong premonition that someone was inside.
After knocking three more times, Meng Tong tentatively pushed the door open, but it didn't open, and he noticed a problem.
The door was locked from the inside, which further confirmed Meng Tong's idea.
Meng Tong didn't know whether the people here were good or bad, so she had to find out.
She wouldn't allow any other potential threats to arise on her turf.
Meng Tong took two steps back and was about to kick when a slightly hoarse male voice rang out.
"Who!"
With a nonchalant and impatient air, tinged with resentment, the door was opened from the inside, revealing an ordinary-looking man's face to Meng Tong.
The man was nearly sixty years old, with white hair and beard, and was wearing a very old linen garment and a straw raincoat that was mostly tattered.
He was hunched over, his dim, droopy eyes staring sharply at the woman before him.
"busy?"
Their eyes met, and the man, leaning against the doorframe, looked at Meng Tong and spoke.
His tone was so casual, just like the situation he had encountered when he came to town before.
Putting aside his doubts, Meng Tong, adhering to one of the few principles of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, bowed slightly to the old man and said, "Excuse me, I just wanted to ask if you have any medicine to treat coughs."
"Is it you eating it or someone else?"
"Uh..." After a second of hesitation, Meng Tong, not expecting the old man to actually inquire about her condition, glanced at the composed old man and said after a moment's thought, "I'll eat."
"...Come in!"
The old man stepped aside to open the door a crack, and from beginning to end, he seemed to have no suspicions whatsoever.
He even glanced at Meng Tong twice before continuing, "Madam, you've been having many dreams at night and are prone to sweating lately."
Meng Tong, who had just stepped in, paused for a second, then turned his head and glanced down at the old man.
She has indeed been experiencing these issues lately. She often has nightmares at night, and sometimes even when Lu Chuan calls her several times, she doesn't wake up. She has to struggle on her own to open her tired eyelids.
This has resulted in her not sleeping well, and she often doesn't fall asleep until almost dawn, which is also one of the reasons why she stays in bed too long.
"Madam, don't worry. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Once you take it, I guarantee you won't experience this again."
"Come with me!"
His body was hunched over, his hands were behind his back, and his tattered raincoat was even dripping with slightly moldy reddish-brown water droplets.
The old man paid no heed and led Meng Tong into the backyard of the relief center with unsteady steps.
The room was dark and cluttered. The broken cabinets that had been looted by refugees were still lying on the ground, covered with a thick layer of dust.
Following the old man casually, Meng Tong's curiosity about him grew.
Passing by the front yard and the flower pavilion, Meng Tong was surprised to find that the relief hall had such a layout and distribution.
An inconspicuous, even dilapidated, thatched hut in the backyard contained a hidden wooden door with a mechanism.
With a gentle push, Meng Tong saw the broken broom standing on one side of the wooden door, and the door slowly moved backward, revealing a staircase leading down.
Standing at the top of the stairs, Meng Tong's beautiful, watery eyes flashed with coldness, and her fists clenched tightly under her raincoat, revealing the white knuckles.
Why does he trust her so much?
Many unpleasant thoughts flashed through Meng Tong's mind as he used his supernatural abilities to look at the old man standing on the stairs.
Half-hidden, half-revealed, the old man's wrinkled face exuded a sinister aura.
"Aren't you afraid to come with this old man?"
"..."
Meng Tong remained silent. The old man gave her a half-smile, then turned and walked down the stairs.
Then his casual, laughing voice rang out, "Come on! It's been a long time since I've seen anyone."
Suddenly, the braziers on both sides of the stairs were lit, and the flickering flames swayed in the wind, casting shadows on the stone wall that looked like evil spirits that could devour the living.
Meng Tong pinched her palm, steeled her resolve, and followed him down the stairs.
She's been surviving the apocalypse for so long, and the thing she fears hasn't even appeared yet!
As I walked down the stairs, the wooden door slowly closed, extinguishing even the last ray of light.
After standing still for a second, Meng Tong strode down the steps.
The staircase was spiral, and after going around three times, Meng Tong saw the brightly lit room and several people sitting on wooden chairs watching her.
There were three children of about six months old, an elderly woman, and two slender women sitting next to her, who possessed a natural air of nobility.
They held each other's hands tightly, their eyes showing both composure and a hint of fear.
Meng Tong was unsure whether to move forward or back, given their considerable hostility.
But just then, two more people came out from behind a row of cabinets on the left.
They were two men in their thirties, approaching forty.
By the dim light of the fire, Meng Tong noticed that their features were very similar to the old man from before.
Realizing they were family, Meng Tong gripped the railing at the top of the stairs and called out to the man closest to her, "I'm here to get my medicine."
To be honest, even Meng Tong thought it was outrageous when he heard it.
Who would take medicine to someone's secret base?!
However, she had no choice; the old man had provoked her with his words.
"Please wait a moment, young lady. Your medicine will be brought to you shortly."
"Why don't you sit down and wait for a moment?"
A man dressed in a gray-blue long robe, with a refined appearance, pointed to the chairs beside the women and said in a low voice.
Meng Tong glanced at their obviously uneasy expressions and said with a stiff smile, "It's okay, I'll just wait here."
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