"Dear citizens, now start the census, please stay where you are and accept staff registration..."

Everyone can't understand what the hell is this?

After a while, several people, with their tablets, began to ask one by one.

Some people asked them to pack up their things within ten minutes and follow them; while others stayed where they were.

When asked about Xining, Xining answered. Of course, Jack's identity was still using that scumbag husband.

I saw the staff typing on the tablet and searching, and then said, "You pack up and follow me immediately."

"Okay, sir!" Xining replied obediently, then went to pack up her things.

According to the previous one, I only packed my own belongings and didn’t need to bring the things on the bed.

Jack pretended to help, and came with her and bent down and rolled things down, asking softly: "What's going on?"

Xining lowered her voice: "It's okay, let's talk about it later."

It seems that she can see something, but now there are all officers and soldiers holding guns, which is really hard to say. And I don’t know which air raid shelter came from, so who should be unwilling to leave.

There was not much stuff, so I quickly packed it up and put it all in my bag, which was just a pack.

He stuffed the basin to Jack, carried his bag on his back, held Casey with one hand and hooked Jack with the other, and stood in the team to leave. After he had gathered five groups of families, he would take them away first.

Along the way, Xining saw soldiers holding guns in each air raid shelter, and people holding tablets were asking for names.

The soldiers leading the way and civilians in uniform led them to the direction of the military region... This is a place where civilians cannot step into, but now they have taken them into the military region.

The thick steel door that was originally tightly closed is now open, and a pungent smell of gunpowder floats from inside with the central air conditioner.

The five groups of families followed each other in a daze, and didn't know what was going on. They kept looking around, and the same was true for Xining. They quickly looked around and tried to find something they didn't know and could make some results for the current situation.

There was a fierce battle here. Although there was no corpse, the intensity of the time can be determined from the bullet holes on the wall and the blown doors. Several staff members were cleaning up the blood with rags and mops. The blood was spray-shaped, and there were also strips drawn on the ground when dragging the corpse.

After stopping in front, he heard the clerk shouting: "From today, you will live here, and hear the name standing at the designated location... John Thomas, No. 117..."

There are many doors on both sides of the corridor, and numbers are written in black paint. The clerk starts to report names, and every time a name is reported, he will report another number, and then walks to the next door to continue reporting numbers.

The name of the person who reported to the report was divided on No. 122.

Five groups of families stood at the door because they were all selected according to their families. Each family could only bring their spouse and their own children. Each family also had at most one couple plus two children, and only one person was missing.

The clerk said: "Remember your room number and don't change it yourself. Now open the door and close the door. There will be a broadcast when you distribute the food."

After saying that, I saw that the people from the next five groups were brought over.

When you open the door and enter, it is a separate room, with upper and lower bunk bunks, but unlike the small second-bed beds in the student dormitory before, the lower bunk bunk is a four-foot bed, and the upper bunk is a children's bed with a fence. It is only about ten square meters. In the corner on one side, there is a bathroom surrounded by a shower curtain. The bathroom is only a flush toilet and a shower head on the top. On the empty wall, a 42-inch LCD TV is hung with an air supply outlet above the head, and the wind from the central air conditioner blows in from the pipe.

Next to the TV, there was a piece of paper stuck to it, and Xining went to look at it.

There are various regulations written on it, such as not destroying indoor items; you cannot wipe items with bedding; you cannot use toilets to urinate, and you can only pump water in large sizes; the water used in the entire room is supplied by the number of people every day, three liters per person; when showering, the shower curtain must be pulled, each shower time can only be set to five minutes, and according to the number of people indoors, each person once every three days...

The harsh conditions and small rooms are simply five-star hotels compared to the group air-raid shelters.

"It's great. You can take a shower every day. People come to collect the bed sheets and quilt covers every month to wash them." Xining was very happy. The main reason was that it didn't have to drink 250 ml per person a bottle every day. It would take two or three days of water to dry clean the hair.

"Really? You can take a shower!" Casey laughed. He noticed something else. He picked up a piece of soap from the plastic box next to him, put it in front of his nose, and took a deep breath: "It smells so good!"

"This treatment is really good. Is it because I didn't go to the army?" Jack, who stood beside her and looked at the rules, raised his eyebrows.

He also realized that all the people who stayed were from his family who joined the army.

"It seems that the other party won." Xining took the basin of Jack's hand and walked to the bathroom. There was a washbasin next to it. Sure enough, there was a digital water meter, and the number on it showed "9.000". They were three people, each with three liters of water, which was nine liters.

Put the basin in the washbasin and turn on the faucet. The numbers on the electronic watch immediately became smaller. She quickly turned off the faucet, knowing that nine liters of water are not much. Looking at the capacity of the toilet, she had to use six liters of water for a toilet to flush it.

"Is this done to warn me not to take the wrong team?" Jack was a little puzzled by this. Happiness came too quickly and needed to think about what was going on.

Xining tried to turn the faucet smaller, hoping to save some water from this: "I guess if people die more this time, then more supplies will come out. But how can you use the things for the enemy, even their families. Besides, you don't feel at ease to put them here."

There are fewer people, so some of them need to be retained and used when rebuilding the earth in the future.

But there is also a choice! If you kill someone’s husband and son, it is hard to guarantee who will want to take revenge. It’s better to transfer neutral people here. Naturally, these people will not have any unfair intentions except being grateful and obedient.

Jack savored it over and over again, took a long breath: "Okay, you're right!"

Fortunately, I didn't go to the army, so it's very likely that I died somewhere last night.

"It's luck!" She was very modest. After all, she only wanted to ensure safety, but she didn't expect to have an unexpected surprise.

This damn electronic water meter, even if it drips, can still leave. Xining gave up and took out the soft cloth as a towel from her bag: "Baby Casey, come and wash your face."

With water, Xining wiped Casey's face and neck, and wiped it himself. Although there was soap, he didn't dare to use it, as it would cost more water. Just half a liter of this little water was used, so I still used it at the beginning. First, I have to estimate how to use nine liters of water to maximize the effectiveness.

Jack came over and washed his hands and face with the used water inside.
Chapter completed!