Lao Banzhang, Xiao Banjia, and Zhong Zheng Yi were sitting in the sand truck warehouse and eating around a casserole.

Lao Banzhang made a decision with Zheng Yi in Chapter 2: No more food is allowed; no meat is allowed;

All you can eat is white rice and soup.

Zheng Yi was very satisfied with the soup bibimbap. This was the first time he had rice in this world. When he was a slave in the army, he could have some batter and improved the food. And it can be seen that the grandfather and grandson of the old family could only have such a luxurious meal occasionally.

The two of them wanted to chew the rice into glucose and swallow it.

"You are such a good person." Zheng Yi said to the old man.

"Bah." Old Banzhang glared at Zheng Yi: "You curse me? Good people in this world die early!"

Zheng Yi smiled and slowly chewed the rice in his mouth. After a while, he asked:

"Col. What the hell is going on in the shelter?"

Old man Zhang looked at Zheng Yi with a squinted eyes: "You really don't know anything?"

"I came from another place."

The outer universe is also considered an out of the world.

Lao Banzhang chuckled: "You don't have a shelter?"

"I don't know." Zheng Yi told the truth. He knew about the fortifications of civil defense, and many of them were changed into warehouses and cold storages, but he had never heard of the shelter.

Lao Banzhang slowly swallowed the "rice juice" in his mouth: "Many large refuges have survived from the catastrophe. In fact, some people say that after the catastrophe, there is no one on the ground. It is the refuge that has been released from generation to generation, and then there are people again."

"Release?"

"Those who have committed a crime, useless, and there are more than ones... the shelter will be released and they will not be allowed to go back." Lao Banzhang said: "Well, they can bring some things when they come out of the shelter. Look, my sand cart is inherited from my ancestors. My grandfather and his father brought it."

"These are all antiques, and they can still be opened." Zheng Yi was shocked.

Lao Banzhang said, "Save money to change parts from generation to generation. I will do a big maintenance of the engine and replace the air conditioner. Even if the task is completed, even my son's part will be completed. Then this kid..." Lao Banzhang looked at his grandson who was concentrating on chewing rice and smiled happily: "This kid is blessed, just install an inner layer of temperature insulation."

Zheng Yi couldn't bear to disturb the old man's time to enjoy happiness, so he finished the meal silently.

The bowls and chopsticks are lent to users from the shelter, and a deposit of 50% will be refunded after recycling.

Lao Banzhang asked his grandson to return the bowls, chopsticks and casseroles, and leaned on the inner wall of the sand truck with satisfaction. He looked at Zheng Yi and said leisurely: "I'll take the dinner. I still have to pay the money for that bottle of water."

Zheng Yi nodded: "Give me some time."

——My Sequence 2 seems a bit miserable.

He felt helpless.

"Bastard, use coolant to deceive me." Lao Banzhang grinded his back teeth and entered the revenge mode again.

"I'll drink it for you." Zheng Yi was helpless: "Lao Hong is too rigid. Who said the color cannot be changed? Did I say this is made by the shelter? This is what I bought from outside!"

Since the outer universe is considered to be out of place, it is also considered to be out of place.

"Bad." Lao Banzhang recognized that this man was a liar and said with a head turn:

"Outside? What can I make outside? There is no shelter, and the people outside are just a group of animals! Don't say that, I went off the road and went all the way to the north. That time I almost died there, but fortunately I met a village. Do you know what they reacted when they saw my car? They knelt around the car and even had to eat stones for it!"

Zheng Yi felt that the old Banzhang didn’t seem to be telling jokes—believe that [Insight] is a passive skill, after all, it is a high-end product in Sequence 7.

The civilized fault is so serious.

Zheng Yi felt a little chest tightness, and at the same time he was thinking, if the shelter was so awesome, could he take me home? Should I ask how much the time travel fee is?

He was in a much easier mood after making such a joke with himself.

Xiao Banjia came back soon, with a young man behind her.

The young man has just hard hair on his lips and his physiological age is about sixteen years old.

Zheng Yi looked at him, and he was also looking at Zheng Yi.

"Are you a doctor?" the young man asked.

Zheng Yi nodded.

"My sister has a tumor with a diameter of 3.6 cm in diameter in my pancreatic head. Can you cure it?" the young man asked.

"Yes." Zheng Yi said for granted.

This tumor has a very low survival rate in the world in the past, not to mention that Zheng Yi’s expertise is cardiac surgery... But now Zheng Yi is an angel-level saint in Sequence 2!

Even if you don’t have surgery, you can touch it well!

"Do you have a scalpel?" Zheng Yi asked.

"I have." The young man nodded solemnly: "If you can really cure my sister, that set of knives will be rewarded."

"I still owe the old class a bottle of second-level water," said Zheng Yi.

The young man looked at the old Banzhang, nodded frankly and said, "I'll go out."

Zheng Yi got up and walked out, and Lao Banzhang whispered behind him: "You really know how to bargain."

Zheng Yi ignored him.

The young man took Zheng Yi through the open space between the parking area and the shanty town, and walked to a cardboard shed with a height of 5 square meters and a one and a half meters. This could not be considered a house at all, but only a paper shell with two quilts.

The young man carefully took out a metal box from under his sister's feet and handed it to Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi gently pressed the sash and the lid slowly popped up.

A pair of universal knife handles, twenty-six cutter heads of different shapes, sharp, blunt, prick, lengthened, upward and downward bent. All accessories are separated by diaphragms and lie quietly and steadily in their own position.

"Where did you save these things?" Zheng Yi asked.

"Sanctuary." The young young man was calm: "I have one last question, please tell me honestly."

"You ask." Zheng Yi said.

The young man asked, "Are you really a medical genetically modified person?"

Zheng Yi looked at the boy quietly and vaguely felt that "genetically modified people" were a bit rude enough.

The young man said: "You must be a genetically modified person with a medical sequence 8 or above, which can cure my sister. I believe this is a consensus between you and me. Please prove it to me now."

"How to prove it?" Zheng Yi looked at the young girl lying in the paper shell. She was well developed and should be "useless" and was driven out of the shelter.

The young man picked up a piece of sharp glass beside the paper shell and cut a wound on his left arm.

Blood quickly poured out, flowing through the inside of the forearm, and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!