"Eat less snacks, we don't know how long we have to stay in this city.
Do you want to eat the kind of thigh you just had in the future?"
When Fatty Peng heard this, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I won't eat it."
He retracted his hand, not daring to think about those snacks again.
Zhou Bai took out a bag of bread he had brought with him from his luggage bag. After taking out two slices, he gave the remaining bread to the other two people.
They haven't had dinner since starting at two o'clock.
Fatty Peng ate the snacks all the way, but he wasn't hungry yet. Even Qi Fa hadn't eaten a bite, so he was a little unbearable now.
He didn't bring anything in his backpack, and he obviously didn't bring any food.
When he saw the bread handed to him by Zhou Bai, his face looked a little awkward, but he still reached out and took it.
In this way, the three people gathered in a small hotel room in a crisis-ridden city, gnawing on the simple bread in their hands, and continued to discuss the next survival issues.
"We have to have a place to live every night.
Although this hotel doesn't look normal, at the moment, we have no other choice.
So, we still have to live here until we find a second place to live."
Neither Qi Fa nor Fatty Peng raised any objections.
So Zhou Bai then lowered his voice and said.
"As you have just seen, these snacks are tradable for people here, and they are of high value."
When Fatty Peng heard this, he straightened his back proudly.
But Zhou Bai's next words instantly made him fall to the ground in frustration.
"So your snacks must be managed in a unified manner.
There are limits to how many snacks you can eat in a day, and we must ensure that we can survive until the mission is completed."
After hearing this, Fatty Peng fell to the ground and sadly touched the flesh on his belly with his hands, feeling as if he was about to say goodbye to them.
Zhou Bai patted him with his hand: "Do you know how many snacks you brought in total?"
Fatty Peng sat up and shook his head blankly.
"Then you go and do the statistics and make a list for me later."
After Zhou Bai finished speaking, he stood up and drew the curtains again.
Fatty Peng took the pen and paper handed over by Zhou Bai, pulled his suitcase, squatted in a corner, and silently counted the things he had brought.
Zhou Bai glanced at Fatty Peng's round back squatting in the corner, turned his head, and continued to talk to Qi Fa.
“It would be cumbersome and unsafe for us to carry these things out to complete tasks.
But even if we leave these things in the hotel, we can't rest assured.
I think you should understand what I mean."
Qi Fa nodded silently.
"So, I hope you will stay here tomorrow while Peng Kuan and I go out to explore the road first.
This hotel is not simple, I can rest assured only if you stay."
When Zhou Bai finished these words, Qi Fa's bottomless black eyes seemed to have some fluctuations.
He turned his head awkwardly, scratched his head not knowing where to put his hands, and then scratched his arms.
Finally, when I heard Fatty Peng counting the number of beef jerky in the corner, he finally found a reason and escaped.
“418,419,430,431…
Eh? No, where did I just count?"
Qi Fa walked over and insisted on squeezing into a small corner with him, and then began to dislike him.
"Sit a little closer, you're squeezing me.
Can you count?
Get out of here and let me count..."
Qi Fa didn't agree to Zhou Bai's request just now, but looking at his reaction, Zhou Bai would assume that he agreed for the time being.
Zhou Bai took out the pocket watch hanging on his chest and saw that the time displayed on it was almost 11 p.m.
So he walked to the window, held up a small crack with his hands, and leaned over to see what was happening outside the street.
The street where you could still see some pedestrians just now has almost turned into a "ghost street".
Not even some small animals were seen, only one or two corpses with remaining bones lying alone on the street.
Zhou Bai frowned and looked at the depressed scene on the street. When he was about to close the curtains again, he suddenly noticed that the thin child holding the steel bar just now seemed to be still lying on the ground.
There are no longer those people around him who are looking at him with eager eyes.
And he had no strength and could no longer hold the steel bar in his hand. He closed his eyes weakly under the red moonlight.
It seems that he has to spend the night outdoors tonight...
Zhou Bai sighed inwardly, lowered the curtains, glanced at his teammates who were still counting supplies in the corner, opened his suitcase, and took out his change of clothes.
"I'm going to take a shower first.
After you count, remember to leave a bag of potato chips outside, I have to renew my room tomorrow."
Fatty Peng not only counted the wrong number of biscuits, but also disrupted Qi Fa's counting progress.
He was pinned to the floor and beaten.
Hearing Zhou Bai talking to him, he quickly reached out and asked for help.
But he saw Zhou Bai gesture to Qi Fa, asking him to play quieter, then turned around and walked into the toilet.
Fatty Peng could only cry and beg for mercy, and promised that Qi Fa would not talk to him when counting in the future, so he was spared a beating.
When Zhou Bai came out of the shower, Fatty Peng had already sat back on the bed and was eating candy.
Qi Fa, who thought he was too much of a bother, squatted in the corner and worked by himself.
Fatty Peng saw Zhou Bai coming out of the shower and happily handed him a candy.
Zhou Bai reluctantly rejected him.
"It's very late. Let's go take a shower."
Fatty Peng responded and walked into the toilet with his clothes.
Zhou Bai slept in the position closest to the toilet.
He lay on the bed, listening to the sound of water coming from the toilet, looking at the thin figure still squatting there in the corner, and then closed his eyes in a daze.
However, before he really fell asleep, he suddenly heard Fatty Peng's cursing coming from the toilet.
"What's going on? Why is there suddenly no water?"
Zhou Bai vaguely felt something was wrong and opened his eyes suddenly.
"What kind of shabby hotel is this? Why is there no water in the middle of the shower?"
Fatty Peng's complaints kept coming from the toilet.
Then, Zhou Bai heard the sound of a door opening in the room directly opposite the room.
He stood up from the bed and walked to the door.
I looked close to the peephole and saw a middle-aged man with a pair of pig ears coming out of the door opposite.
"Since the faucet in the toilet is broken, it shouldn't be too much for me to go find the pretty girl at the front desk now, right?"
When Zhou Bai heard this, he picked up the pocket watch hanging on his chest.
I saw that the time displayed above was almost close to midnight.