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Yoshio Fuchinoue carefully selected these seafood, and called the sled dogs over, preparing to cook a big meal full of meat and salt tonight.

Dostoevsky tacitly brought over the coals and pots on the sled, and they cooked a hot pot of dried meat in this warehouse.

The black-haired Russian looked at Jiasheng Fuchinoue, who was smiling because of the food, and the orange fire light smeared the slightly pale face of the wine-red-haired boy, making him look rosier.

The soft-boiled seafood has a unique salty and umami taste. The three sled dogs ate with their heads buried in their mouths, their tails wagging so hard that they almost turned into propellers. Because there was enough food, Kasei Fuchinoue He piled all the meat in the pot without hesitation, and seeing that the sled dogs had finished eating, they were still staring at him eagerly, so he added another bowl to them.

The appetites of the two humans are not as big as the sled dogs who have not been able to eat after the apocalypse. After drinking the soup and eating seafood, they feel warm all over.

The warehouse they discovered today is rich in materials. Not only are there various dry and sea goods, but also several trailers are placed together in the warehouse to transport the goods, which is of great help to them in moving more materials. It is not an exaggeration to describe their mood at the moment as a hamster in a rice bowl.

"You look so pretty when you smile. You should smile more." Dostoyevsky was a little surprised by what Jiasheng Yuanshang sitting opposite him said. He touched the corner of his mouth and found that the corner of his mouth was It was indeed rising, and I didn't notice when I smiled.

Dostoevsky has always been good at controlling his demeanor and expression. He can even use subtle expressions to suggest that the enemy will fall into the trap step by step, and then kill himself, letting his true feelings be revealed. For the black-haired It is extremely rare for Russians. Dostoevsky, who was aware of this, did not control his expression, and naturally let this relaxed smile stay on his face for a longer time.

"Well, because I'm very happy today." Dostoevsky said softly, he paused slightly, then looked at Yoshio Fuchinogami who had a smile on his face most of the time, hesitated a few times, or He swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Wait a little longer, it's not time for deep words. If you are too impatient, you will be pushed away by this keen young man. It is not a comfortable thing to be probed by others. If it is someone else, Dostoevsky He will directly and crudely describe the other party's psychology, and then shape the other party's personality into the shape he needs according to his own mind, but he can't use such a simple and crude method for Jiasheng Fuchinoue.

This young man looked cheerful and frank, but in fact he was more like a piece of cracked porcelain, bonding those wounds with a smile.

They kept a certain distance, obviously at some times they were very close, close enough to feel each other's breath, black hair and red hair were intertwined, but at some times they were far away, obviously they were only keeping a polite distance, but It was so far away that Dostoevsky, a Russian from the north, felt cold.

Dostoevsky would not have imagined that a few days ago, he was satisfied with the silent thoughtfulness and distance of Yuan Zhisheng, but now he felt unwilling because of the distance that was actively separated between them. ——After all, a spectator who watches porcelain from a long distance cannot repair cracked porcelain.

After all, human beings are changeable creatures, and even Dostoyevsky is unavoidable. What's more, after losing the unswerving ideal, Dostoyevsky has always been confused and didn't know what to do. What, it was Jiasheng Yuanzhi who taught him how to reconcile with the world and himself in this last time.

It doesn't matter, there is still enough time. Dostoevsky has always been a master at controlling people's hearts, and no one can escape his palm.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi didn't know what his traveling companion was thinking in his heart. Seeing that Dostoevsky stopped talking, he continued to watch the barrage in the live broadcast room and told each other jokes. He didn't know if it was a live broadcast. The audience in the middle of the movie had a considerable problem with him taking Dostoyevsky on the trip, and they were trying to show Kasao Fuchinoue that they could entertain him.

Some of them were cold jokes, which made Yoshio Fuchinoue couldn’t help but tightly grip his sweater, some made him laugh smugly, and others gave him advice on where to travel. There are many audiences in Yokohama Suggestions, others want Yoshio Fuchinoue to go back to the base in Tokyo, and remind the red-haired boy that there are still people waiting for him to go back, don't be confused by the wild flowers outside, and go back to see home flowers!

Because Dostoyevsky was still by his side, Jiasheng couldn't make a sound, so he could only smile in reply.

They lived in the warehouse for a few nights, trying to find ways to bring more supplies, but the carrying capacity of the sled dogs is limited after all, and most of the energy at this stage cannot be replenished, and the low temperature is more likely to cause mechanical problems. They can only pick out the most convenient part of the sea cargo and load it on sleds and trailers.

Because they have been full for the past few days and their stomachs are bulging, the sled dogs are full of energy. Even if there is a full trailer behind the sled, it does not slow down their pace.

After loading the goods, Jiasheng Yuan did not block the door again. If there are other passers-by here, maybe they can have a meal like them. Dostoevsky did not say anything about Jiasheng Yuan giving up. Words, even if they all know, there are probably no living people in this town.

Their journey is still going on, and sometimes Jiasheng Yuanzhi suddenly wants to visit a certain city, and they will turn around. The cities with different characteristics in the past have become extremely quiet, and most of the human beings are hiding underground, relying on The mechanically filtered air survives, and the buildings covered with a layer of ice and snow are shining with a crystal luster, just like amber, but what amber seals are ancient insects that fell into the pine resin, and what ice and snow seals is human civilization.

"It seems that we are the only tourists now." Jiasheng Fuchinoue smiled at Dostoevsky, "I was really not interested in this kind of places of interest before, temples and castles that have been rebuilt and repaired It looks like new, without any historical atmosphere. If it is rebuilt according to the technology of modern society, the modern facilities added inside will weaken the original ancient charm; while the buildings that have not been rebuilt and repaired will remain Such a dilapidated appearance, what is there to see in ruins?"

"I didn't realize until now that real historical sites, without the embellishment of human history, are actually just simple buildings. What really makes them shine is human wisdom and the history created by human beings."

Jiasheng Fuchinoue looked at the frozen building quietly. There was a herd of deer in the park near the temple, but in the apocalypse of lack of food and clothing, they must have been carried back and eaten by hungry people.

Their journey is actually not fast, because the physical strength of the sled dogs is limited, and the supplies they can take away are also limited, although Dostoevsky has to use his brain and mental side every time he arrives in a city. I deduce where there is still food and supplies, but he doesn’t mind his overqualification. He went to every city with Yoshio Fuchinoue, and then recorded and felt the glory of human civilization with him. This kind of travel is very interesting.

Dostoevsky also went to Yokohama with Yoshio Fuchinoue, and Yokohama also established a survival base, but the government here is weak and the forces of all parties are mixed, and there are always conflicts between people who come out of the base to find supplies.

On the contrary, Dostoevsky was quite comfortable with this kind of chaotic place, as if he had returned to his hometown, he was refreshed. Half a day after they separated, they returned with a full load of supplies and information.

Now the largest survival base in Yokohama was established by the port mafia, and most of the local people live there. It is said that people from the Armed Detective Agency and the Supernatural Secret Service Division also joined that base, followed by the survival base established by the local government. Other small and medium-sized bases were built by the forces of various countries entrenched in Yokohama. Different races mixed and lived together, which caused racial discrimination, exploitation and oppression, and internal conflicts and resistance continued to occur. Compared with the base built by the port mafia A certain degree of peace and order can still be maintained.

Jiasheng Yuanzhi spent his life collecting intelligence in Dostoevsky, but he went to the base built by the Port Mafia according to the strong request of the barrage. Their base is the five buildings of the Port Mafia. The first floor is almost full of people, and there is a faint orange light from the windows.

The burgundy-haired boy was stopped near the entrance of the base. One was a boy with white hair and purple eyes, and the other was a black-haired boy with a pale complexion and white highlights on the tip of his hair.

"Sorry, if you want to enter, please show your ID card." The boy with white hair and purple eyes said politely.

"Ahem... why are you being polite with him? If you have the guts to inquire about information, you should be prepared to never return." The pale young man with a murderous look said coldly.

"Enough Akutagawa! Don't forget that what we need most now is manpower. Don't bring your mafia habits here!"

"Heh, you are very courageous, Atsushi Nakajima, don't think that Mr. Dazai told me that I can't do anything about you!"

"Forget it, I can't talk to you...at least you are willing to call me by my name, which is considered an improvement."

Atsushi Nakajima sighed, looked at Jiasheng Fuchinoue, and continued embarrassedly: "Are you someone who came to join us from outside? Because a lot of people have sneaked in to make trouble recently, so we will check more strictly .”

"Can I visit your base?" Yoshio Fuchinoue asked, he lifted the can in his hand, and said with a smile, "I want to see how the living conditions are in this base."

The oligarch held by Yoshio Uchinoe is undoubtedly very valuable, and it is also canned lunch meat. Our charges here are very conscientious, and we will arrange work according to your actual ability, and will not take away all your things like other bases, making you work without sleep and at the same time withholding food."