Global Invasion: I Can Card BUG

Chapter 90 I'm Sorry (Come on for the college entrance examination)
In the base, all the dead and missing people will be registered and recorded in the files, and the traces of their existence in the base will be kept. This is a decision made by the base management.

Its purpose is to prepare for what may happen in the future.

Everyone will have relatives and friends. If the base expands in the future and accommodates more outsiders, relatives will meet and friends will recognize each other.

But most of all, I am afraid that they have no idea about the condition and whereabouts of their loved ones. After all, in this troubled world, the existence of ordinary people is like duckweed floating by the lake. A little rain can knock it over and sink it into the lake of death. .

Therefore, recording the dead and missing people can at least allow those who are looking for traces of their relatives to have a little right to know, and will not fall into a situation of worry and worry, which is a long-term pain.

Perhaps grief is inevitable the moment you learn about the situation, but the truth is often much more merciful than living in a lifelong state of worry.

In the end, the waitress still didn't dare to handle this small registration in person, but found the combat department manager who was selling hamburgers part-time in the store.

"Hello, are you Yan Xiaoyu?" the manager who hurried over asked.

There was still some grease on his hands, which seemed to have been wiped casually just now. He was also wearing a bib. It was obvious that he had just had a scuffle with the ingredients in the kitchen.

Yan Xiaoyu had also heard a little about this manager. After all, being able to serve as the manager of the combat department and at the same time make hamburgers in the store part-time and sell them to combatants in need, it was very difficult not to attract attention.

And the hamburger he made was unexpectedly delicious. The hamburger made of sliced ​​meat from another world has an indescribable chewiness in the mouth, and you can feel full of strength after eating it.

Of course, at this moment, he is the manager of the war department.

Yan Xiaoyu nodded, and said silently: "I am Yan Xiaoyu, you should have seen the ID card."

The manager sighed slightly, and wrote something on a document with a pen, with a low tone: "I won't say much, there is still a long way to go, I hope you don't get too sentimental, since the manager already knows the specific situation , then I’ll just do my job well.”

After finishing writing on the paper, the manager raised his head and said, "Okay, everything that needs to be registered has been registered. Is there anything else?"

Yan Xiaoyu pondered for a while, and asked, "Did Rong Lin and Captain Liwei leave anything here?"

The registered fighters in the base usually choose to store some things in the warhead. Even if they encounter accidents in the future, they can let their relatives and friends find their stored relics and other things here.

Even if most people know that this measure is just a kind of comfort in the heart, after all, the probability of relatives and friends surviving and joining the base is too small.

However, what people are most afraid of is often the loss and pessimism that have no consolation. The storage service can give them a little consolation, which is enough.

The workload of the storage business is not much, because most people will make some friends more or less after staying in the base for more than ten days, and some people even joined the base with their relatives and friends at the beginning.

In this case, there is naturally no need to apply for storage services.

But Yan Xiaoyu still wanted to confirm.

After flipping through the files, the manager shook his head: "Zhang Liwei didn't. The records saved here show that he seems to have a younger sister in the base. The things that can be left behind should be with his younger sister."

"As for Zhou Ronglin, according to the archives, he used to rent a house near a shopping complex. He worked as an internet writer. He has no relatives or friends in the base, so there are some things stored here."

Yan Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, he hesitated for a while and asked softly: "Can I take a look?"

He was a little worried that his desire to see the things stored by Zhou Ronglin would make the manager mistakenly think that he wanted to take these items.

Because according to the conspiracy theory, if Zhou Ronglin had stored some valuable items, it would not be impossible for him to come here after his death and seize these items in the name of a friend.

However, what the manager said later made him quickly dispel this worry.

"Your name is Yan Xiaoyu, right?" The manager asked casually, "If it was you, then you can take away the items deposited by Zhou Ronglin, because when he deposited them, he also entrusted our department with some things, it was him If sacrificed, these items will be entrusted to the designated partners, and you will be one of the people designated by him.”

After finishing speaking, the manager walked into the employee studio inside, took out a small cardboard box, and handed it to Yan Xiaoyu.

The box is not heavy, it seems that there are not many things stored in it, and Yan Xiaoyu can hold it with one hand.

"We have already finished the task that Mr. Rong Lin entrusted us. Is there anything else that Mr. Xiaoyu can do?" asked the manager.

Yan Xiaoyu shook his head, hugged the cardboard box silently, and was about to leave the warhead.

"and many more."

The manager suddenly stopped Yan Xiaoyu.

Yan Xiaoyu turned around in confusion and looked at the manager. At some point, a paper-wrapped burger appeared in the latter's hand?

The manager took the hamburger and put it on top of the cardboard box Yan Xiaoyu was holding: "Try my craft, the pain of losing a companion is really hard, if you eat better, maybe it won't be so sad, this hamburger is considered I gave it to you for free."

Yan Xiaoyu picked up the hamburger from the top of the cardboard box, and could feel the slight residual temperature of the food inside through the thin paper skin. It felt so soft and warm that one couldn't help but want to open it and take a few bites.

"Thank you." Yan Xiaoyu said softly.

The manager seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word, shook his head slightly, and walked back to his post.

After leaving the war headquarters, Yan Xiaoyu walked to where he lived, a cubicle on the third floor.

Compared with ordinary personnel who can only sleep on the floor on the second floor, the living environment of combatants is obviously better, and they have their own beds on the third floor.

Most of the shops on the third floor have been remodeled to look like dormitories, with a few beds and mattresses for sleeping, or a sofa, which is enough for one person to sleep on.

The relatives of combatants can also live on the third floor. After all, there are only more than 300 combatants, and the third floor must not be crowded. In order to maximize the use of space, their family members are also allowed to live on the third floor.

A small number of people had some objections to this and thought it was unfair, but the manager said something directly and forcefully, and then blocked everyone's mouths.

"If you want a better living environment, I welcome it at any time, because the base is short of combat manpower, you just need to simply walk out of the base, kill a few monsters to gain some experience, and you can get the same treatment as them. Do you still think it’s unfair to get benefits that only require a little effort?”

Then those who felt it was unfair were all speechless.

Because picking up weapons and going out to fight monsters is something not everyone dares to do.

More people still live in the base, doing their own jobs well, and have no objection to Liang Zhangxu's arrangement.

After returning to his bed, Yan Xiaoyu opened the cardboard box.

There weren't many things inside, just some ordinary photos, a thick stack of paper, and some clothes and other miscellaneous items.

There are different numbers of people in the pictures taken in these photos, and Zhou Ronglin can be found in each one, which is probably his collection of photos with family and friends.

And that thick stack of paper is a pile of manuscripts, on which are some novel content, which seems to be the novel written by Zhou Ronglin, the name of the novel is "Global Invasion".

Yan Xiaoyu sat silently by the bed, patiently flipping through the manuscript in his hand, motionless like a stone statue.

He read slowly and carefully, one manuscript after another kept being pressed to the bottom, as if he wanted to see through the novel manuscripts one by one, what kind of thoughts the author had in mind when writing these manuscripts.

It is often said that reading what a person has written is a reunion with that person separated by endless time and infinite space.

Looking at these manuscripts, Yan Xiaoyu seemed to be able to feel that his deceased friend seemed to be quarreling with him next to him, complaining about him, and talking all kinds of rubbish.

But he can only reply to the other party:
I'm sorry, I just really get to know you now.

　Unknowingly, I wrote here. It has been a few months, but I don’t know if I have made any progress.

　　PS: Tomorrow is the college entrance examination. I don’t know if any of the book friends who read my novel are from high school. I wish everyone can get the best results!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)