Wasteland Survival Code

Chapter 334
In the real world, a medium-sized shelter in Huaxia District, the middle area.

Different from the refuge slums that are all made up of tunnels and caves, the middle area is more spacious and the total area is larger. Here, most people have a stable job and income, and there are all kinds of people here. Commercial buildings provide residents with various services—compared with slums, this place is closer to the social structure of small towns in the old days.

The suspended rail car is the most common means of transportation in the middle area. In the underground space of the shelter, there are no roads that can be used by cars and extend in all directions. If people want to go to a farther place, they can only take this special transportation. tool.

Some of the metal tracks of the suspended rail car are embedded in the dome of the underground space, and some are simply volley structures. In the middle area, as long as you look up, you can see the criss-cross metal suspension rails dividing the top of the shelter into one piece. Block irregular space.

An old-fashioned rail car with almost peeling paint came slowly, and stopped on the edge of a platform, and a thin middle-aged man got off the rail car.

The middle-aged man was wearing a faded but very clean, well-trimmed brown suit, holding a metal cane in his hand, a small hygienic mustache on his tight lips, and a head of shiny hair. It is combed into a flat part, quite a retro style of the Japanese nobles during the Meiji Restoration.

The middle-aged man walked down the platform, looked around without any trace, and then walked along a small alley until he stopped in front of a small Japanese-style izakaya.

Although there is a dilapidated Japanese-style red lantern hanging at the entrance of this izakaya, and the signboard is written in Japanese, but no matter whether it is drinking or selling alcohol inside, they all speak incomparably pure In Chinese, even the wines on their tables are mostly "Red Star Erguotou" and "nuclear beer" that shouldn't appear in izakaya.

Smelling the smell of low-quality alcohol in the air, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, bent down and got in through the small door less than half a meter wide, and walked to the counter without looking sideways.

"What do you want to drink? It's a small business, no credit." The owner of the izakaya lay on the counter with a toothpick in his mouth, and looked at the middle-aged man lazily.

"Sake." The middle-aged man blocked the counter with his body and put a few coins on the counter.

Now all the common currencies used in the shelters all over the world are resource points stored in the main brain, and all the currencies of the old era have been abandoned except for gold.Not to mention banknotes, the coins left over from before the war either became toys in the hands of children in the refuge, or were collected by some big consortiums at low prices and remelted for use elsewhere.

Seeing the few coins that the middle-aged man suddenly took out, the corners of the izakaya owner's eyes twitched slightly. He looked outside at the customers sitting on the tatami mats drinking and chatting. He put it away after making sure that no one was looking in this direction. Those coins, took out a key card from under the counter, pressed it on the counter, and moved towards the front of the middle-aged man.

"Back, the basement."

After the owner of the izakaya finished speaking, he sat back and stopped looking at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man picked up the key card on the counter, went around the counter and walked to a small patio behind the izakaya. In the corner of the patio, there were square metal cover plates, and the edge of the cover plate was pressed with a Wooden crate full of empty wine bottles.

The middle-aged man moved the wooden box away, lifted the cover, and there was a narrow staircase below. He looked around again, then got in, turned around and closed the cover.

The stairs were not long, and the middle-aged man reached the end after walking a dozen steps. A small door appeared in front of him, with a rusty slot on the doorknob.

Insert the key card into the slot, and with the click of the metal bolt inside the door, the middle-aged man pushed open the small door and walked into the basement.

The situation inside the basement was completely different from the outside. The floor was covered with high-end carpets and tatami mats, the walls were inlaid with precious mahogany boards, and a carved crystal lamp hung from the ceiling.

In the middle of the basement, there is a small wooden table full of Japanese style. There are several delicate dishes and a jug of sake on the table. A young man in the uniform of a refugee officer is sitting on the other side of the small wooden table. , holding a wine glass in one hand, and eating with chopsticks in the other.

"I haven't seen you for nearly five years, and you still look so rude." The middle-aged man said, sat down on the other side of the small wooden table, took the jug and poured himself a glass.

"Nonsense, I'm just a big bastard in the army, what do you like, you think everyone is as weak as you, nonsense! By the way, the taste of your Dongying cuisine is really good, just the amount It’s too little, it’s not enough to eat at all.” The officer said, but the chopsticks in his hand didn’t stop at all, and he picked up several pieces of sashimi like a wind, rinsed them in the soy sauce dish, and stuffed them into his mouth .

"Your way of eating is completely a waste of heaven and earth. Although these fish are artificially raised in underground fish ponds, they are considered the top ingredients in this era." The middle-aged man looked at it with some dissatisfaction. The young officer.

"The top-level ingredients? Isn't it going to turn into feces in the end? What's the difference? Forget it, forget it, I won't talk to you about it, what's the matter, there is something wrong with the previous information? Otherwise, with your Identity, why did you come here in person...Mr. Mitsui?"

"Please don't call me by my first name here, Ozawa-kun."

"Then don't call me Ozawa, it sounds like an old Japanese AV actress, my name is Lei Xiaoze!"

"Okay, Mr. Lei Xiaoze." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Okay, okay." Lei Xiaoze waved his hand, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and said, "Are you sure that Toyama from Yamato Heavy Industries is really dead?"

"Yes, this point, we can basically be sure... Toyama has never appeared in public since a year ago, and the internal meetings of Yamato Heavy Industries have also been executed by his robotic secretary through the so-called 'remote operation'. The new plan and the approval of the report submitted below...But according to the information we obtained from the internal spies of Yamato Heavy Industries, Mr. Toyama's personal medical staff had left the job also a year ago, and his whereabouts are currently unknown."

"That old guy in Toyama suffers from severe asthma and heart disease. If it weren't for the high-tech medical methods, this old guy would have died before the war, but now Yamato Heavy Industries even withdraws his personal medical staff. It's gone, so you think he's dead, right?"

"That's right, Yamato Heavy Industries' research focus is not on medical treatment, so we don't think Mr. Toyama's body has the possibility of recovery."

"That's good." Lei Xiaoze put down his chopsticks and put his hands on the table, "The question is, if Toyama is dead, then behind this robotic secretary, who is manipulating the entire Yamato Heavy Industry Co., Ltd. Who?"

　Thank you [book friend 20180222074238563] for your support. PS: The chapter name of this chapter should be "Secret Talk", but I typed it wrong with shaking hands, and then I can't change it...

　　
　
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