The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1276, ID: 10722
Because the survivors were injured and unconscious, the population registration process was extremely simple.

After checking vital signs and confirming there was no immediate danger to life, a photo was taken, a fingerprint was taken, payment was made, and an ID number plate was stamped. Done!
According to regulations, unconscious survivors should be shackled, but since one leg was broken, they had to settle for handcuffs instead.

"Here you go, take the tag, number 10722! You can leave now. Come back and get the handcuff key when he wakes up."

The staff member in charge of population registration smoked a cigarette and waved to the group of people; the monotonous work made him yawn repeatedly.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

He Qinwei and Fan Mengping were very polite to each other. Anyone who could work in such a department must have some connections, so they couldn't afford to offend them.

"Hey Xiaowei, I'm going to find Hu Heizi right now. Let's try to cash out the leather jacket tonight. Just wait for my good news!"

After leaving the population registration office, Fan Mengping found a very good excuse to slip away. Otherwise, she would have had to help He Qinwei carry the wounded to the tin shack, a full mile away, which would have been exhausting!

He Qinwei stood in the snow, watching her plastic sisters run towards the prefabricated housing area. She didn't have many complaints in her heart. People are all so selfish, it's normal.

Her face was disfigured, but with long-term work and the cumulative strengthening, it wasn't difficult for He Qinwei to carry the man with the missing leg.

"Look, that ugly guy picked up a disabled person. How much money can someone like that earn in a month? Why would he pick him up?"

"What an idiot! He insisted on refusing the vanguard team leader, and now he's disfigured and his life is completely ruined."

"He could have been living a life of luxury, playing cards, chatting, and eating melon seeds with those captains' wives, but he's ended up like this now. So, for people, choice is more important than effort!"

He Qinwei walked silently through the accommodation area, and the people passing by did not shy away from talking about her.

She was used to these rumors. After walking through several streets, she arrived at the street in front of her residence. By the dim light in the distance, she looked at the doorway and her eyes darkened.

There was some feces and urine splashed in front of the door. The temperature was too low, so the smell was hard to dissipate, but it was less than a meter away from the door, and it looked disgusting!
He Qinwei glared at the house diagonally opposite, her eyes filled with anger, knowing very well who was targeting her.

"Get back!"

He Qinwei kicked the frozen Oli Gei towards the tin shack diagonally opposite. And you have to admit, her kick was quite accurate; the Oli Gei hit the tin shack precisely with a clang.

"Humph!"

She snorted defiantly and placed the injured man on the ground.

Then she took off her particularly inconvenient gloves, took out the key from her waist bag, and came to the simple tin door, on which the words "3069" were printed in white paint, indicating room number sixty-nine in the third district.

After opening the door, He Qinwei went into the dark house, lit the oil lamp, then took a shovel and went to the door to shovel away the dirty snow. She then went back inside and busied herself with some rustling sounds.

About two minutes later, she came out, carried the injured man into the tin shack in a princess carry, and then slammed the door shut.

With a loud bang, it wasn't because she was resentful, but because the tin shack had a common problem: it deformed a lot in the cold environment, and opening and closing the door required a lot of strength!
She placed 10722 on the prepared floor mat and began her routine after each return: first, she lit the stove, then boiled the frozen water, and finally broke the hard dough into a bowl.

The tin shack was very simple, but it still had basic heating facilities. The coal stove was connected to a chimney, so there was no risk of carbon monoxide poisoning when it was lit inside. As the flames leaped from the coal stove, part of the chimney also glowed with a faint red light, and the temperature inside the tin shack began to rise slowly.

It was over forty degrees below zero outside, and relying on a thin sheet of metal to keep out the cold was wishful thinking. But as long as the stove was lit, it was still quite comfortable. While waiting for the water to boil, He Qinwei usually did some handicrafts, such as sewing the collected fabrics together or unraveling the yarn. Today, she had something else to do.

"Hello, 10722, are you awake yet?"

He Qinwei sat on the bed, looking at the man lying flat on the tattered mattress a few meters away, and began to talk to him in a tone as if she were talking to a pet.

"It's so cold, I shouldn't let you sleep on the ground, but you're fine even if you're buried in the snow, so just make do with it."

"Can you hear me? If you can, please wake up! Don't die, or you'll turn into a zombie, and then I'll have to kill the zombies and carry their corpses to exchange for charcoal. It's so tiring!"

"Just so you know, if you're still not blind when you wake up, don't be startled when you see me. Everyone says I'm scarier than a zombie, but that's not an exaggeration. I'm about the same..."

As they were talking, steam rose from the deformed kettle sitting on the stove. After a short while, the water boiled, and He Qinwei poured the boiling water into the iron rice bowl containing the flatbread.

Once the hard dough had melted, she took a glass jar from the corner next to the bed and set up a small, chipped table next to the stove, kind of like the kind you'd use on your bed in a college dorm to put a laptop.

"This is preserved egg and roasted pepper sauce, it's really delicious, but even if you wake up, I won't give it to you. You have to work and earn money first, otherwise you'll only be able to eat boiled flatbread!"

He Qinwei acted as if 10722 could hear everything, rambling on and on while poking at the preserved egg and chili sauce with chopsticks. It was so cold that the sauce had frozen solid.

After dinner and tidying up, it was past seven o'clock. He Qinwei looked at the motionless man and listened to the increasingly dense footsteps outside. She took out a book from the bedside compartment, put on her earphones, sat down by the stove, warmed herself by the fire, and started reading.

There's no sound coming from the headphones; their only function is noise isolation...

Electronic devices are worthless, but batteries are very valuable. She didn't have enough silver coins to exchange for batteries that could only last for a few hours. If she used the same amount of money to exchange for books, she wouldn't be able to finish reading them in half a month!
Time passed slowly. At first, He Qinwei would occasionally look up to check on the wounded, wondering if they would wake up when they warmed up. After checking several times without any response, she gradually became engrossed in the book and read with great interest.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, a series of loud, aggressive knocks broke the silence inside the house.

"who is it?"

He Qinwei frowned, took off her headphones, stood up, and put the book on the table. She was certain it wasn't Fan Mengping; selling leather jackets wouldn't be this fast, and she wouldn't knock on the door so loudly!

"You ugly bastard, open the door for me!"

Bang bang bang.

"Look at this, everyone, be the judge! This ugly wretch doesn't use the public toilet, he dumps his excrement and urine in front of his house, and even kicks his feces behind my house. Is there no justice in this world?"

As someone knocked on the door, a loud female voice rang out, echoing throughout the accommodation area and audible across two streets.

The woman's energetic shouts were simply an attempt to attract more onlookers, but unfortunately, the effect was not very good. Perhaps it was too cold outside, or perhaps she was too tired after a day's work, or perhaps this kind of thing happened so often that everyone had become used to it. In any case, not many people came to watch the spectacle...

Hearing the sound outside the door, He Qinwei first raised her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes showing a hint of fear. But then a resolute look appeared on her unharmed half of her face. She picked up the fire tongs that were on the stove, took a deep breath, but then sighed and put them down.

(End of this chapter)