Supernatural recovery, my system is a computer

The next morning.

Not all members of the Investigation Bureau have evacuated. Those who voluntarily stay will assist the Qingyang District Police Station in arranging the evacuation of ordinary people.

Wherever there are people, there will be rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be fights and disagreements. Some people want to leave with the Bureau of Investigation, some people want to join other forces, and some people have given up on themselves.

Many of the investigators left behind by the Investigation Bureau are people who have just awakened, and a large number of them want their relatives and friends to follow them to the south.

The distance between the two places is not that far. Even if the area of ​​​​Jincheng is affected by the netherworld and the ground area increases, it will only take an adult one day at most to walk from the northernmost point in Qingniu District to the end point in the southern district. , driving only takes about six or seven hours if the road conditions are good.

Of course, if it is further north of Jincheng, it may take longer.

But population migration is never a trivial matter. Although Tianlong has been preparing for it for a long time, he can't predict how many people will come to the South District. The South District has been the focus of Jincheng's development in recent years, and there are enough houses there. Later, most people came Having moved closer to the city center, some houses are also vacant.

If the number of people increases significantly in the future, grassroots control will also be a big problem.

Just after twelve o'clock last night, Nan Liliang received a text message from the Investigation Bureau. The general idea was that the Investigation Bureau would arrange an evacuation point at a certain point, but it was recommended that people with transportation at home set out on their own. Too many people were concentrated and it was easy to attract people. Weird attacks and so on.

He read the text messages on his phone again and said to his son who was still sitting on the chair: "You can take your friend's car and leave. I'll go to the evacuation point."

Both father and son are from Lu Province. The son's name is Nan Xian. They have been working in Jincheng for three years. Nan Liliang works as a steel bar worker and the salary is still very high. However, occasionally the contractor defaults or deducts money. The son Nanxian couldn't bear the hardship and worked in many positions such as salesperson, courier, and takeaway. Sometimes he worked for a month or two and then changed jobs, with no certainty.

"What? Old man, I know you were a soldier before, and you always said you have to believe in the country, but now you still believe in the Bureau of Investigation? They have slipped away." Nanxian took a sip of the bitter tea made by his father.

Nan Liliang said: "It's okay if you don't want to follow me. It's okay if you want to join the Chosen Society, but never forget that you are a human being and don't do anything that offends your conscience."

Nanxian seemed to be stimulated and said: "Man, man, man, you have been talking about these useless things all day long, and now you are going to die. My brother said that he can introduce me to the Tianxuan Society, and at least I can have enough to eat. Look at this I followed the investigation bureau for several months and worked so hard every day that I didn’t even have enough to eat.”

"You have been an honest person all your life, both when you were in the army and when you returned to your hometown. Did my mother die? Isn't it because you didn't have money for medical treatment..." Nan Xian said chatter.

Nan Liliang seemed to have heard it many times and didn't care. After he finished speaking, he just asked: "So I won't restrict you anymore. You can choose whatever path you want to take."

Nanxian looked dejected and sat back on the chair: "Let's go, I will trust you again."

The father and son each carried a big bag and set off. They had already spent half an hour here.Nan Liliang's generous palm tightened the door, and the sunlight from outside shone in the corridor, making it warm and peaceful.

At nine o'clock sharp, they arrived a little late. They heard that two groups of people had already set off. They were greeted by a bus. Anyone who has traveled on a medium- to long-distance bus knows that this kind of bus has an indescribable smell. Smelling too much can make people feel dizzy and vomiting.

The two of them got used to it very well. They had ridden in this kind of car many times before.

It is said that in each car, there will be an investigator or police officer following the car, but they will not be exposed prematurely.In fact, not as many people came as expected. Many people in Jincheng had cars and battery-powered scooters, and those who did not. The Bureau of Investigation also prepared motorcycles, battery-powered scooters, bicycles and other means of transportation at various locations. Many people came to the evacuation points. The people who take the bus are all old people and children without relatives. Young people basically have their own way of traveling.

After all, the brand of the Bureau of Investigation is not ruined, and many people are still willing to trust the Bureau of Investigation, especially those living near the south, who have entered the "Southern District" where the Bureau of Investigation was established.

Because there are too many people traveling, traffic congestion will naturally occur, and some motorcycles and electric scooters have more advantages.

Nanxian was sitting on a chair next to the aisle, looking a little anxious. The car was always moving, but the speed couldn't be said to be fast. This was because everyone was going in one direction, but I heard that someone in front of him suddenly changed lanes and said he wanted to go back. Don't know why.

When the traffic police officer stepped forward to maintain order, he was attacked by the diverter. He shot the police officer to death and detonated the bomb in his car.

Boom, the orange-red mushroom balls shook the eardrums of everyone on the road.

Some people were so frightened that they abandoned the bus and ran away, which caused a new congestion. In this way, intermittently and tremblingly, the bus finally drove onto the wide road, and its speed gradually increased.

On Nan Xian's cell phone, his good brother sent a text message: "Brother Xian, go to the South District and stay with your brother. I guarantee you will be satisfied. The people from the Chosen Society have said that they have developed a strengthening agent. ....Didn’t you meet the people from the Chosen Society that day? Why can’t you think about it..."

He looked at it for a moment and then put the phone back, put on the black headphones, and when he turned his head, he saw a person diagonally across the aisle. He was wearing a strange Sun Wukong mask, and the mask was softly attached to his face.

He seemed to notice Nanxian's gaze and raised his head slightly, but Nanxian suddenly felt a chill and turned his head quickly.

His father, Nan Liliang, patted his hand and said, "Don't look around. People nowadays are very wary."

Nanxian nodded. There were 32 seats in the whole bus, and there were 40 people sitting there. In addition to old men and women, there were also a few young people, and there were quite a lot of them dressed up strangely.

There is a long-haired woman in front wearing a skull mask, and there is also a man wearing clothes with a Cthulhu statue. The strange invasion in the past few months has indeed changed the aesthetics and psychology of many people. Looking at it this way, the man wearing the Wukong mask On the contrary, people became more normal.

Their location is remote, and their expected arrival time is 19:[-]. By that time, it will be dark and the blood moon will rise, so they are also the last group of people today, and there will be more tomorrow, for three consecutive days.

But the more they prayed that nothing would happen, Murphy's Law said that something was going to happen. Their car was parked by a bridge. The driver went down to investigate and came back and said that the bridge was blown up by fish tied with bombs. Fortunately, the investigators in front found it in time. Danger and avoid casualties.

But the car behind could only change lanes, and Nanxian became a little nervous.

The driver said from the front: "We can only take another route to cross the bridge, but the second road is blocked by collapsed houses. I can only take you to the collapsed place. The road behind is only on foot."

"Walking? We have calculated the time. If we walk, there will be more ghosts and monsters in the night, and we may die outside."

A young man in the car stood up and said: "Don't worry, house collapse is also an emergency, but we have an emergency plan and there are safe resting spots on the road. As long as we can reach the resting spots, there will be a big difference." Chances are good to get through the night.”

An old man asked: "What is your identity?"

The young man said: "I am a police officer from Qingniu District. You can call me Jianxiong."

"What a bad luck. Why is he not an investigator, but a police officer?" someone murmured.

Jianxiong said with some embarrassment: "Master drives."

The driver had no choice but to nod. He also felt a little guilty. After all, he was also a member of this team. Who knew what the consequences would be if the people behind him didn't reach the South District in time.

Not only them, but also the cars behind them had to change lanes, but some people did not follow. They chose other routes, and even those nearby gave up their plans to go to the South District today.

The sun had not been visible in the sky in Jincheng for several days. Not long after the diversion, the sky seemed to become even gloomier. When we arrived at the collapse location mentioned by the driver, it was already around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Everyone had to get out of the car.

Jianxiong's hair is not very long, and it is also dyed yellow. His face is rosy and youthful. After all, he is only 25 years old.

"Everyone, follow me. There is a supply station not far ahead, where you can stay." He greeted the people in the car, as well as some of the refugees who followed behind.

It can be seen that Jianxiong has really developed his abilities in the past few years as a police officer. There are more than [-] people in his team. He divides each ten people into a group. Each group chooses a team leader, and the group leader chooses a team leader. Two captains.A small organization was quickly formed, and Nan Liliang was selected as the leader of a group because he had served as a soldier.

"Everyone, hurry up. If there are old people who can't walk, I found a battery car here..."

After procrastinating, the team hurriedly and slowly arrived at the so-called supply point before six o'clock.

In the supply point, there was an old police officer, who was in his 40s and hadn't shaved his beard for a long time. He obviously knew Jianxiong. When he saw Jianxiong bringing people, he immediately arranged accommodation and fast food.

Xu Xuan, who is wearing a monkey mask, always feels that he is very numb. Maybe he has experienced a bad past. People who are still alive in Jincheng, their family members and friends who are close to them are all dead or injured.

The fast food is just a piece of bread and a carton of milk. The place he lives in is a six-story hotel. Xu Xuan was assigned to a three-person room. In fact, many people now dare not live alone, and some have a family of five living together. .

Jianxiong walked from house to house and informed them of their emergency contact information.

Someone finally asked: "Are there no investigators here? If something really weird happens, even if I inform you, what can you do?"

Jianxiong was silent and said: "At least I can stand in front of you until I die."

After closing the door, he turned around and saw a man wearing a Wukong mask. He nodded to the strange man and went down the stairs.

Xu Xuan returned to the room, Nan Xian slept on the bed near the inside, and Nan Liliang slept in the middle. Xu Xuan could only choose the bed near the door.

When Nan Liliang saw someone coming in, he said hello to Xu Xuan, and Xu Xuan responded.

Nan Xian said: "Old man, you go to bed in the first half of the night, and I will sleep in the second half of the night."

Obviously the father and son are still very aware of the crisis, and they also know how to keep vigil.

Xu Xuan didn't care. He lay on the bed and thought about which force destroyed the bridge. Since he had taken the first step, he thought there would be a series of tricks later.

Time continued to pass until late at night.

Nan Xian, who was looking at his phone nervously, finally received the text message. The phone vibrated slightly, but he almost stopped holding it. .