Douluo: Reverse Dimension

Chapter 134 (Continuing the Extra Story: Nine)
Song Ling glanced at his unconscious younger brother through the rearview mirror, a little annoyed, but also amused and said:

"The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old. Isn't it normal for people to have some mental illness?"

"Besides, my younger brother has a face that makes men jealous and makes women go crazy. It's not surprising that this kind of thing happened. It's just that the woman's approach was too radical, otherwise, the two of them would have sex in the room I don't care about anything."

"For young people, proper release of stress is the key to maintaining emotional stability, which is good for training."

release stress?Captain, are you kidding me?Coman tried his best to keep a smile on his face, nodding up and down slightly, pretending to be listening.

Zhong Tong smiled and joked:
"Captain, I can understand that you are praising yourself in disguise?"

Song Ling raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up:
"That's right, the comprehension ability has improved!"

... Zhong Tong's expression suddenly collapsed.

Yu Bin glanced at Song Ling, then asked:
"What should we do now? Your brother is in a coma, and the birthday party at night..."

"Cancel it." Song Ling sighed, "I'll make it up for him when he wakes up."

Coman asked slightly disappointed:
"Then we will return directly to the base later?"

Song Ling pulled the steering wheel, drove the car towards the elevated road around the city of Taxi City, and sped up slightly:

"Well, send him home to rest first, then go to the training ground to gather, and go to the headquarters together when everyone is ready."

In the next half an hour, the vehicle shuttled on the complicated and ever-changing urban roads, and finally stopped at a living area in the outer ring of the XC area.

It is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and it is the residence provided by the federal government for the night hunters in various urban areas. However, because the night hunters live in the "City of Light" of the base all the year round and frequently go out to perform tasks, these places have become other places in disguise. The place where the family lives is also a benefit given to them by the federal government.

You must know that all the buildings in the Talos base are under the control of the federal government, and residents only have the right to rent and use, but not ownership.

Therefore, apart from those high-level leaders, the only people who can own separate properties in the base are the night hunters.

Looking at those residential houses with the same shape, unattractive design, and even some dilapidated houses in the distance, Coman asked suspiciously:

"Hey? Captain, why is the living quarters provided by the Federation different from ours?"

Zhong Tong also noticed this, and nodded in agreement:

"Yeah, look at this house, even those street vendors live better than you, Captain, you are really strange."

They always thought that Song Ling, as the captain, should live in a better place than themselves, but they didn't expect it to be this kind of place.

Song Ling slowed down the car and drove it into the road of the community:
"What's so strange about this is that this is where my parents lived when they were here. They were the earliest members of the Federation's night hunters, so the conditions are not very good and cannot be compared with your current single-family villas."

Yu Bin was also a little stunned and said:

"I always thought that you, like us, own a villa of your own. With your contribution, it's not surprising that you have ten villas, right?"

Song Ling laughed immediately and said:

"Forget it, I don't have any requirements on where to live. Instead of letting them spend a lot of money and materials to build me a villa, it's better to use these things for other places that need help."

Yu Bin frowned slightly:

"This is your right, and you can't change anything by yourself."

Song Ling looked at Yu Bin and said calmly:

"I don't want to change anything, it's just my personal preference, we two brothers are the same, nostalgic."

Although he didn't say anything, Yu Bin seemed to understand something when he looked at his calm and serious expression.

If Song Ling chooses his own single-family villa, it means that the current house will be taken back by the federation.

This is the last thing his parents gave to the two brothers. The meaning to it is not just as simple as a house, but also carries the longing for their parents.

During the conversation between the four, they finally arrived at the downstairs of Building 13 in Area C.

Song Ling parked the car downstairs, opened the door, and walked down.

Zhong Tong was about to carry Song Ke out of the car, but was stopped by Song Ke.

"Let me come." He said, "There is no elevator in this building. We live on the 12th floor. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, and then you will say that I abused the players."

Captain, you were not like this before!Zhong Tong was stunned for two seconds, and turned sideways in a daze.

Song Ling dragged Song Ke out, put his hands on his shoulders, just like when he was a child, carried him on his back, and walked out.

The three of Yu Bin looked at each other and followed.

Stepping on the few stairs, several people came to the lobby of this building.

The entire hall was empty, with a landscape painting hanging on the wall in front of it, and a bulletin board next to it.

It was only when I walked in that I saw the above content, most of which were some official battle reports about the Night Hunter, and the names of the people on it were drawn in circles of different colors.

Several people crossed the hall, turned to the left, pushed open the door, and went up the stairs.

Glancing at the thick and rusty sewer pipes on the wall of the stairwell, Yu Bin said in astonishment:
"It seems that this residential building is a bit dilapidated."

Coman glanced up and down, nodded in agreement, but then admired:
"Although the sewer pipe looks quite dilapidated, the stairwell is clean and tidy, without garbage and odors, much cleaner than some high-end residential buildings."

Song Ling walked in the front and explained casually:

"Most of the people living here are of good quality, and some of them are empty nesters who have lost their families. Most of them have nothing else to do, except to be in a daze, and they are cleaning, so they act as cleaners."

"There are twelve people like this in this building."

Zhong Tong said "Ah?", rather sadly said:
"They must be lonely without family."

Song Ling stepped on the last step, knocked Song Ke on his back, and stepped on the second step again:
"Yeah, when people get old, what they fear most is loneliness, especially in this era, losing their loved ones and everything."

"So, some of them still maintain the fact that their families still exist, get up early every day, cook, talk, and finally sit downstairs at the end of each month, waiting for their families to return."

Having said that, he stopped, sighed, and stepped up the stairs again to the third floor.

The three of Yu Bin did not speak, but silently followed behind him, going up the spiral staircase to the twelfth floor.

The four of them walked into the corridor from the unenclosed staircase, and the fluorescent lamps above their heads orderly sprinkled light from the ceiling, illuminating the entire corridor.

However, the aisle of this dilapidated and aging residence is very spacious, and the floor is covered with milky white smooth tiles, which can accommodate at least five people walking side by side.

This is also stipulated by the federal government's real estate regulations. It is said that it is to prevent certain emergencies and avoid congestion caused by panic at critical moments.

Song Ling walked along the aisle for a while, and saw the home that belonged to him.

It is not much different from the left, right, and opposite rooms in appearance. The overall wall is off-white, and the iron gate is completely black. Although it is dilapidated, it has a certain degree of reflection.

There are many rooms here, and the only thing that can make Song Ling sure that this room belongs to him is that apart from the number on the door, there is also the hand-painted, ugly, even abstract and funny portrait by Song Ke, which was drawn by Song Ke when he was a child. It was later posted on the door by himself.

At this time, the door of the room two rooms away from him was suddenly opened, and an old man with a stooped figure and gray hair walked out.

He closed the door, glanced at Song Ling, narrowed his eyes, and showed a happy smile, just like seeing his grandson:
"Little Song Ling is back, oops, grandpa hasn't seen you for a long time, is it because you've been too busy with work recently?"

Little Song Ling... The corners of Zhong Tong's mouth twitched slightly, and they couldn't help shaking their heads slightly.

Song Ling nodded with a smile, but before he could speak, the old man saw the unconscious Song Ke on his back, and his face changed suddenly:
"This is, what happened to Xiao Song Ke?"

(End of this chapter)