To my frozen hometown

Chapter 74 The essence of human beings is a repeater

The night and snow obscured people's sight, and the refugees followed Johnson and Northamford, holding torches made of cloth strips and iron rods, among the ruins, towards the greenhouse.

"I didn't expect the greenhouse to take us in at this time."

Covering his mouth and nose with old clothes, Northenford walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and said to Johnson.

"Before tonight, I didn't expect that I would come to take you into the greenhouse." Johnson lowered his eyes and replied lightly, using a flashlight to illuminate the road ahead.

Northamford froze for a moment, then he seemed to think of something, and looked at Johnson in surprise.

"Isn't this the decision of the greenhouse?"

His speculation was not without reason, because if the greenhouse wanted to receive a large number of refugees, they would definitely send a well-equipped team with weapons to prevent the refugees from rioting.

Instead of sending only one person like now.

Northumford had been a city warden for the greenhouse, so he knew the logical process.

He didn't notice this because of the sudden incident just now, but now he has obviously reacted.

Johnson did not answer Northamford's question directly, but glanced sideways at the broadcast tower in the center of the city, and said slowly after a while.

"Their singing is infectious."

Northamford didn't immediately follow Johnson's topic of jumping, but he was just stunned for a while. He seemed to understand what Johnson meant, and said with a smile.

"Yes, they are the same."

"You know them?"

"Or I know one of them, she changed our destiny."

"Really?" Johnson nodded, then stopped talking, just continued to lead the way ahead.

In the wind and snow, his footsteps were so firm, as if he had found his own destiny.

The concert was still going on. On the dark road, the little girl Nana leaned on her mother's arms and asked, pointing to the light in the distance.

"Mom, what is that?"

"That, that is the lighthouse, it will guide us home."

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Although she couldn't feel it, Liu Yuan was sure that the place she was in was not cold.

Because of the heating of the three-sided electric heating plate, the low temperature on the radio tower is not as terrible as imagined, and even the snow is slowly melting.

And the front of her, which was the only direction where the wind and snow would blow, was blocked by Liz, preventing her from directly facing the cold current mixed with the strong wind.

If nothing else, this should be Liz's special arrangement.

Obviously, she didn't intend to put Liu Yuan in danger.

As a crazy person, Liz clearly fails because she's only crazy about herself.

Looking at the figure standing in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, Liu Yuan felt a strange emotion in his heart.

Because this may be the first time she has played a protected role, and it is still in such an awkward way.

In fact, Liz is not good at expressing, just like she kept silent in the face of her parents' departure.

If she hadn't been suppressed for too long, she wouldn't have wanted to shout desperately like she is now.

"Oh mother, tell your children. Oh! Mom, tell your children."

At this moment, Liz, who was standing in front of Yanagihara, sang like this.

"Not to do what I have done. Don't step in my footsteps."

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Outside the gate of the greenhouse, the soldiers on the barrier looked at the refugees gathered in the snow with complicated expressions, as well as Johnson standing in front of the refugees.

Just 5 minutes ago, this person who was supposed to be in the greenhouse like them, brought the refugees here, in a way they never imagined, in the middle of a snowstorm.

In the ranks of soldiers, a man dressed as an officer was silent for a while, picked up the communicator in his hand with a gloomy face, and said to the bottom of the greenhouse.

"Second Sergeant Johnson, I hope you can understand what you are doing now."

Under the light of the torch, Johnson palely took off the communicator at his waist, put it near his mouth and spoke.

"Here is Petty Officer [-]nd Class Johnson Dave, Greenhouse No. [-] West, we have encountered a snowstorm, our lives are being threatened, we have no weapons, we have our own food, we are only seeking the most basic shelter."

"Johnson, I warn you in my personal capacity that you are violating the No.70 three regulations of the greenhouse and introducing aliens without permission, and you will be punished!"

"Repeat, this is Sergeant [-]nd Sergeant Johnson Dave, West [-]th Conservatory, we have a snowstorm, our lives are being threatened, we have no weapons, we have our own food, we are only seeking the most basic shelter."

"Johnson!"

"repeat······"

"enough!"

Maybe it was too much trouble, or maybe it was because he couldn't watch his old friend just die outside the greenhouse. The officer on the wall gritted his teeth bitterly, and said to the soldiers under him.

"Open the door!"

"But sir..."

"I said, open the door!"

"Yes!"

On a snowy night, the door of the greenhouse slowly opened.

At the same time, the flames in the hands of the refugees also illuminated this dark post-disaster city.

Unlike the otherwise slightly icy lights on the ramparts, these flames never paled.

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"Bang bang."

In the greenhouse consul's office, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." A somewhat fat man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the colorful light outside and said aloud.

After a while, a young man with glasses came in, lowered his eyes, and held a document in his hand.

"Sir, the soldiers are opening the gate to receive refugees privately, do we need to stop it?"

The fat man paused, and waved his hands with his back to the door.

"No need, I want to listen to this concert more carefully now. As for the refugees, you can go to the rich area to transfer some supplies, enough to feed them."

"But if this is the case, the residents in the upper city may complain."

"Why, if you bring a gun, they dare to resist? Those pampered people should also be suppressed."

"I understand."

"By the way, bring me a bottle of wine later, I'm going to drink some."

"Okay sir, is it brandy or whiskey?"

"Cypress (garbage wine)."

"I understand."

The young man left the room silently, while the fat man closed his eyes again, listening to the music echoing in the city.

Sure enough, I'm still too cowardly, I'm not even as good as a little girl...

Yes, at this moment he has made a decision, he wants to reform this greenhouse.

From this night that is no longer silent.

(End of this chapter)