Doomsday police, please show your god/demon ID card.

Zhao Fan pointed to the few ordinary-looking residential buildings behind him.

"Your accommodations will be arranged in those buildings."

"The main base's dormitories, which are also the police station building, are only for people who have been formally appointed as police officers."

A slight commotion arose in the crowd, but it quickly subsided.

"However, you don't need to be too afraid," Zhao Fan continued. "If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, or if you discover any suspicious situations, you can report them to the police station's reception area."

"In addition, police officers patrol the security zone regularly every morning, noon, and before sunset, so there is no need to worry about security."

"All entrances and exits are guarded by police officers 24 hours a day to ensure that not a single zombie can sneak in."

He paused, his tone becoming serious.

"Furthermore, a curfew is in effect within the safe zone! No one is allowed to leave the area at night! If discovered by patrols, you will face the consequences!"

"Tomorrow, you will be assigned work. You will exchange your work performance for food, water, and other necessities."

"Don't worry about not knowing anything. If all else fails, you can join the wall construction team or be responsible for cleaning the safe zone."

"In short, remember one thing! There are no idlers in the base."

After explaining some basic matters, Zhao Fan began to arrange for people to be assigned accommodations.

Just as Li Mo was about to take his wife and daughter upstairs, Zhao Fan suddenly called out to him.

"Your name is Li Mo, right?"

Li Mo's heart tightened, and he quickly nodded, "Yes...yes, sir."

Zhao Fan glanced at him, then at the little girl peeking out from beside him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Your daughter's name is Li Xiaoxi?"

"Yes." Li Mo became even more nervous.

Zhao Fan crouched down, bringing his line of sight to the little girl's.

"Little Xi, remember to go to school tomorrow!"

One sentence left Li Mo and his wife speechless.

go to school?

Did they hear me right?

The little girl looked completely bewildered. She blinked her big eyes, looked at Zhao Fan, and asked in a childish voice:

"Uncle, isn't it the end of the world? Why do we still have to go to school?"

Zhao Fan stood up and explained in a serious tone.

"Team Leader Tang said so."

"Unless Earth explodes, students won't get a holiday!"

"Huh?" The little girl looked completely bewildered.

Zhao Fan smiled and patted the other person's head.

"Remember this! The location is in the building next to the police station. Not just you, all the children have to go to school there."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Looking at his daughter's bewildered face and then at the red flag fluttering atop the police station in the distance, Li Mo suddenly felt his eyes welling up with tears.

It just feels like...

Some things have really come back.

.....

Time flew by, and five days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Dongcheng First Police Station.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, the base was already operating at high speed, like a tightly wound machine.

Zhao Fan stood at the entrance of the newly planned "Labor Dispatch Center," holding a whiteboard in his hand, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Next batch, the third group of the wall construction team, twenty people, led by Liu Dong, will go to the No. 2 construction site in the south."

"Medical support, five women, go to Dr. Su's office and help clean the bandages."

"Also, the cafeteria is short-staffed. We need to hire three long-term kitchen helpers. They just need to be strong."

His voice, transmitted through a handheld megaphone, resounded throughout the small square.

Below was a dense crowd of people, all survivors who had been transferred back from the city government building over the past three days.

A man squeezed forward from the crowd, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

"Sir, look at me, I used to be a fitness instructor, could you assign me something easier?"

Zhao Fan didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Can you build a wall?"

"I...I'm not really good at it."

"Can you drive a truck?"

"Um... I've only driven cars, trucks are probably..."

"Then go sweep the floor." Zhao Fan drew a line on the whiteboard and shouted without turning his head, "Sanitation team, add one more person to clean the sewers of Building 3."

The man's face instantly fell.

Zhao Fan ignored him and just looked up at the residential building not far away.

There, the first floor has been converted into temporary classrooms.

Through the window, you can see a dozen children sitting inside, and a female teacher wearing glasses is teaching them to write.

Li Mo's daughter, Li Xiaoxi, sat in the first row and listened attentively.

Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Next! Supply handling, anyone want to sign up?"

"......"

at the same time.

New city government building.

Rooftop terrace.

Tang Long stood on the edge, looking down.

The once empty square is now completely filled with a dense crowd.

The crowds even spread to several surrounding streets, with makeshift shacks and tents appearing like haphazard patches on the city's scars.

Five days.

The number of survivors attracted by Project Lighthouse has exceeded two thousand.

This number far exceeded everyone's expectations.

"Team Leader Tang."

Wang Hu walked up, his eyes sunken, looking extremely tired.

"There's fighting again in Area Seven, all over half a bottle of water." His voice was hoarse. "I sent men over and locked up the two ringleaders."

"We handled more than 20 similar conflicts today."

Tang Long did not turn around; his voice remained calm.

"What about casualties?"

"Three seriously injured, no dead." Wang Hu paused, "But... it'll be over soon."

"Food and water supplies have been halved, and I'm afraid they'll cause trouble."

At this time.

Liu Qiang and Chen Ming also came up.

"Captain Tang," Chen Ming said, "the diesel fuel reserves are only enough to keep the generator running for another six hours. After that, the lighthouse will go out completely."

Liu Qiang took over the conversation, his expression also turning slightly unpleasant.

"The current food supply can only provide for one last meal of thin porridge today. Although Zhao Fan brings food from the base canteen every time, it is still far from enough."

"Tomorrow morning, we'll have nothing left."

Tang Long fell silent.

The biggest problem right now is food.

When he unlocked the police canteen, he thought he wouldn't have to worry about food anymore.

Three days ago, due to the rapid increase in the number of people, the food they brought was not enough. When he took some time to go back and exchange for supplies, he discovered that the food produced by the canteen was rationed!

The daily allowance is at most the weekly rations for all the staff on the payroll.

This problem went unnoticed before because there were few people.

By the time it was discovered, it was already too late to handle.

If it weren't for the last time when we wiped out the Wild Wolf Gang, we wouldn't have obtained a batch of food.

I'm afraid some people are already going hungry.

Tang Long rubbed his temples and turned to look at Chen Ming.

"Xiaoming, what's the result of finding the granary I asked you to look for?"