My apocalyptic heroine has come true

Even if Fang Ming told her his real name and asked her to call him by his name in the future.

But he didn't say that the suffix of the name can be changed without permission.

"Brother Fang Ming...?"

Fang Ming's rhetorical question made Xia Xiaochi lose confidence.

"Call me brother." Fang Ming said.

"..."

Xia Xiaochi paused.

Perhaps because of running, she was slightly out of breath and her cheeks were flushed.

"Brother Fang Ming..."

she shouted in a small voice.

If it is said that Xia Xiaochi used to feel shy about being called "brother".

Then, after confirming that the other person was really a man and of the same age as her, she would blush even more when the word "brother" came out of her mouth again.

Once raw, twice cooked.

With her lips tightly pursed, Xia Xiaochi shouted again.

"Brother Fang Ming...what do you think of the idea I just mentioned, about exchanging food for tools?"

Xia Xiaochi spoke in a low voice into the communicator on his wrist.

The other side of the communicator.

The corners of Fang Ming's mouth unconsciously turned up, turning into a pouty mouth.

He raised his voice and said:

"I think both are fine."

"Little Chi sister."

Chapter 39 Shelter

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Ten kilometers east of the Ark Shelter.

A rust-colored sandstorm tore through the sky, sweeping across it like a swarm of locusts.

Dense gravel hits the abandoned metal on the roadside, and the harsh friction sound is like millions of skull teeth gnawing at the remains of civilization.

At the end of the sight is a giant rectangular block stretching across the horizon.

Xia Xiaochi walked slowly closer and finally stopped.

She lifted the hood on her head, revealing a fair face that was well protected by the cloak.

Look up.

The rectangular building standing in front of her was twenty meters high and covered an area of ​​approximately sixty thousand square meters.

I heard from the scavengers that many of the shelters here were rebuilt and transformed from buildings called "shopping malls" in the old world.

The two are similar in shape and size, but have completely different uses.

'Mall' is a place for people to have fun after dinner.

The "refuge" is the hotbed where human civilization struggles to survive.

"2737."

Xia Xiaochi looked at the numbers painted in white on the wall to confirm that he was not in the wrong place.

Xia Xiaochi had come here once with his father.

However, she was still young at that time, and her father did not take her in. Instead, he let her wait outside with the main group.

Xia Xiaochi remembered that he picked up a large bucket of metal pieces and finally waited for his father to come before dark.

So, today was also her first time stepping into Shelter 2737.

"very nervous?"

Fang Ming glanced at the little heroine's gradually increasing heartbeat, pressed the microphone button and asked.

"a little bit……"

Xia Xiaochi nodded slightly.

"It's okay," Fang Ming said again, "If anything unexpected happens, you can escape at any time with your legs."

"Shelter 2737 used to trade frequently with Shelter 0331. Like Shelter 0331, they also have people maintaining order here, so there shouldn't be any accidents."

Xia Xiaochi took a deep breath and said, "I'm just a little worried... This is my first time doing business with someone outside of Shelter 0331, and I'm worried I won't be able to communicate well."

Hearing her say this, Fang Ming smiled.

He probably guessed what the little heroine was nervous about.

"Are you socially anxious?" Fang Ming asked.

"What does social phobia mean?" Xia Xiaochi tilted his head.

"Social phobia means feeling afraid when communicating with strangers."

"...If that's the case, then I am indeed a socially anxious person," Xia Xiaochi confessed.

"However, what I'm afraid of is not communicating with strangers, but I'm worried that I won't be able to exchange more supplies from them at a more affordable price."

"It's okay," Fang Ming's smiling voice came again from Xia Xiaochi's wrist.

"They are all worthless things, don't feel burdened."

Xia Xiaochi: "..."

It’s no wonder that Xia Xiaochi always has scenes of a domineering CEO in his mind at the end of the world.

The stereotype Brother Fang Ming left on her was too deep.

but.

After hearing Fang Ming's words, Xia Xiaochi felt more resolute.

Putting his hand hidden under the cloak on the handle of the dagger, Xia Xiaochi took a deep breath and stepped into the dim gate of Shelter 2737.

Similar to the structure of Shelter 0331, the shelter in front of us also has heavy iron doors to defend against the invasion of mutant species.

However, since it is daytime now, the door is open.

At the entrance of the shelter, a group of men were pushing an oval-shaped metal ore with their bare feet. Passersby were in a hurry, but they also took the initiative to make way for this group of people.

At just a glance, Xia Xiaochi recognized many professions:

The ragpicker carrying a tin bucket and wearing ragged clothes every day, the farmer responsible for indoor planting whose skin is tanned by plant growth lamps, the strong porter who exchanges his labor for food, and the engineer who rushes around with a welding gun in hand...

And the guards standing outside the shelter, wearing uniforms with the number 2737 printed on them.

A rich variety of occupations often indicates the success of a refuge.

This scene can be considered prosperous in the wasteland apocalypse.

"Face comparison failed, no registration information."

Just as Xia Xiaochi stepped into the gate and took a few steps, an alarm sounded from the entrance corridor.

Just as she thought.

The shelter is short of resources, and manpower and material resources were allocated in the early stages of its establishment, so they will not easily accept outsiders.

Xia Xiaochi turned slightly sideways.

The two uniformed guards at the door came over.

When they saw the girl in front of them, their expressions paused for a moment——

Around here, it would be nearly impossible for a young woman to survive alone in the wilderness.

"I'm here to make a deal."

Without waiting for them to ask, Xia Xiaochi tightened his hood, covering half of his face, and spoke in a cold voice.

"We have no shortage of scavengers here, nor do we lack waste in the wilderness..."

The guards looked Xia Xiaochi up and down, and this time, they were surprised by Xia Xiaochi's brand new clothes.

Immediately, they realized...the other party should not be an ordinary scavenger.

"Not always."

Xia Xiaochi's tone of voice was much colder than usual, and even the calm expression on his face had changed.

——She is trying to make herself more mysterious.

Only in this way will what you say have some weight.

"I need to see your senior administrator."

After saying that, Xia Xiaochi casually took out a can of fruit from his backpack and threw it in front of the two of them.

"Lead the way," she said coldly.

Hearing this, the guards looked at each other in confusion.

Looking down at the cans in their hands, their eyes fell on the large backpack behind the girl, and there was a hint of greed in their eyes.

But soon, the faint red light from the monitors on the left and right sides made them give up those thoughts.

"Come with me, up here."

The leading man made a gesture of invitation, indicating Xia Xiaochi to follow.

Only then did Xia Xiaochi put back the dagger he had pulled out.

Heart rate: 110

On the phone screen, Xia Xiaochi's heart rate was rising sharply.