Section 142 Eating

According to business rules, when there is no buyer for a certain item, or if the buyer is extremely rare, its value will also decrease accordingly.

This principle is not difficult to understand. This situation can often be seen in auction houses in the old era - after a certain auction item was called out, no one was interested in it, no one raised the price. In the end, it could only be bought by someone who looked reluctant and had a very low price.

Regardless of whether this behavior has the element of a secret operation, the reason is very obvious. Without anyone competing, there is naturally no price increase. Even if the goods themselves are worth a huge amount of millions, they can only be sold for a few pitiful copper coins.

The Lecher refugee group is in this situation at the moment, and it should be even worse - they meet a great man who forcibly wants to buy, and they can only sell at the price offered by the other party, and even if they don’t sell it, they have to sell it.

Borg had to change this situation. The most effective way was to find a new buyer.

Ask Yinyue City for help, and let the powerful forces occupy the land of Sweet Water fight with the damn yellow-skinned man surrounded outside the camp.

"This time, you have to help me."

Looking at Wang Daxia standing in front of him, Borg's old face showed a rather sad sadness: "There is not much food in the camp, and it can last for about ten days. Help us, this is also helping yourself."

Wang Daxia nodded seriously, his eyes crossed Borg's shoulders, and kept sweeping around the thick and soft cotton felt behind him, which was used as a bed - near the pillow, he threw a pair of women's briefs that were obviously inconsistent with Borg's body size. In Wang Daxia's memory, this briefs should be his wife's personal belongings.

It was obvious that Borg had fucked his wife on this bed. And, probably more than once.

"If you can't come back on time, Kudaizi and everyone here may be killed-"

Old Man Borg strengthened his tone, his hands tucked together, and his sharp and gloomy eyes stared at his face. The cold and threatening tone also became gentle and gentle: "I promise that if you can complete this mission successfully, no one will dare to touch your woman again in Camp Lecher."

Wang Daxia smiled and nodded, reached out to pick up the bag that was already ready from the ground, filled with all kinds of necessary items, and turned around and walked out of the tent.

"It's enough to give him some food. Why do you agree to him? Although that woman Kudaizi is a bit cheap, she feels very good in bed. She doesn't let her touch his woman... Hehehehe! I don't agree-"

A man in his twenties, with a thin and dry figure lifted up the cloth curtain next to him and bent over into the tent. He wore a light red shirt with his clothes open, revealing his chest occupied by sparse hair. His muscles were soft and he could hardly see any fat. Neatly arranged ribs were pushed high from under his skin, and at first glance, like a strange living skeleton.

His face was abnormally gray, and a large blush quickly penetrated from both sides of his cheeks and disappeared quickly at the same speed. He staggered and climbed and held the simple instruments placed in the tent, as if he was seriously injured in a patient to be treated, and weakly limply on the thick felt and gasped. His trembling fingers reached into his trouser pocket and took out a needle injection about an inch long. He struggled to pull off the plastic cover on the surface and stabbed the sharp needle into the blood vessel between his left elbow. He watched the light blue "Jet" in the syringe disappear bit by bit under the pressure of the piston, and the young man's eyes, which were almost about to sink deep into his bones, also emitted a vibrant light.

Borg stood beside him with his hands on his back, a faint hesitation flashed through his old eyes, and then he returned to normal. Looking at the young man sitting upright from the felt cloth, he shook his head: "For the sake of that woman Kudaizi, I have always given that guy double rations. Whether he did this intentionally or was really stupid in his mind, this tacit exchange was still barely enough. The trouble we encountered this time was very troublesome, and someone had to rush out for help. If you were stingy with the conditions at this time, it would be a waste of time."

"Father, why did you choose him instead of letting others out for help?" The young man spoke loudly, and his skinny body was filled with excessive energy. This is the most direct manifestation of the effect of "Jet" medicine.

Borg looked at the man with bright eyes. After a long time, he slowly sighed and said, "Wang Dasha is an evolved person with a second-level superpower. He is much stronger than ordinary people. Butz, you have injected a second-level enhancement potion and you should know this better than me."

Butz nodded understandingly, raised his arm as a demonstration, and made a powerful bent arm posture. However, no matter how hard he tried, the two- and triceps that should have expanded and bulged, still remained loose and soft, without any bulge.

“There are a lot of people in the camp who are better suited to do this than him.”

The failure to achieve the expected result made Butz's face look a little unnatural. He touched his chin, without hiding his desire in his heart, smiled evilly, and said in a cold tone: "Bass and Clermonso in the Guard have been injected with level 2 enhancement drugs, just like me. They may not be as strong as that fool, at least they are much more obedient than him. Besides, Clermonso is your nephew."

"I can't take risks--"

Borg walked slowly to the felt blanket and sat down, leaning on a pile of soft and thick bedding. He closed his eyes slightly and gently kneaded the extension of the nose between the middle of his eyes with his fingers: "The person with the most ability must be allowed to do this. Although he is a fool, he is better than any of you."

A strange blue color flashed across Butz's face. He shook his head sarcastically and said gloomyly: "Idiot? Hehehehe! Dear Father, do you really think so?"

Borg opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment, not understanding why his son suddenly said such words. He frowned and a trace of haze flashed across his face: "What do you mean?"

Butz lowered his head and flipped over the messy clothes on his body, took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one from it, took a few deep breaths, squirted out thick smoke, and said with a smirk: "You seem to have forgotten one thing - Wang Daxia's son and daughter... Hehehehe! Their taste is very good."

Of course, Borg understood what his son was referring to.

The stimulation of radiation and the threat of death that exists all the time make people in the wilderness grow and develop very quickly. Girls start to develop at the age of eight, and fertility at the age of eleven is just a microcosm of physical mutation. According to the biological view of the old era, the longer the embryos stay in the mother, the stronger the nutrients and resistance they absorb. Unlike the normal ten-month pregnancy time in the old era, the pregnancy period in the wasteland world is mostly only six months, and some can be directly given birth in five or four months. The result is that the chance of babies carrying mutated tissues as soon as they are born has risen sharply. The survival rate of babies has also regressed to the level of the medieval period of the old era. However, relying on strong fertility and frequent multiple births, even under the threat of diseases and high mortality, the human population in the wasteland world is still growing steadily and orderly.

There are many common common phenomena among every refugee group. Hunger, alcoholism, promiscuity, drugs... dead babies are only one of them.

There are not many babies who can survive in natural conditions in the wild. Most juveniles usually die from various types of diseases shortly after giving birth, or after a short period of time. Therefore, whenever a woman in the camp needs to give birth, a large iron pot usually used to cook batter porridge will be set up on the campfire and a full pot of boiling boiling water will be cooked.

Both women and babies need hot water, which is a convention that has been passed down from the old days. But in this radiation-filled world, boiling water means another thing - if the baby born from the mother has birth defects or dies directly, it means that everyone in the entire camp can drink fresh broth tonight.

There is not much food to eat in the wilderness. In order to survive, people's standards for food have been reduced repeatedly. When human nature and morality are gone, the corpse-eating behavior that is considered a crime in the civilized era will naturally become a necessary means to fight hunger.

Not only babies, but also the elderly who die naturally, and those who die from illness will be treated as food by refugees. Large pieces of corpses will be cut off and marinated with salt to dry so that they can be preserved for a long time. Bones and minced meat will become people's recent soup ingredients. Of course, under normal circumstances, refugees will not take the initiative to kill people to get meat. The source of the meat is just corpses.

This is by no means intentional cruelty, but a helpless act forced by a cruel environment. In order not to be starved to death, in the face of the reality of having no food, people can only turn their hungry eyes to their dead companions.

Cannibalism in the same kind will lead to unpredictable mutations in genes. This is the result of most biologists in the old era. No one knows what changes will happen if they eat human flesh for a long time, but hungry people living in the wasteland world don’t care about so many. Mobs are the most prominent examples of mutations in humans. They are very strong, with much more developed and strong muscles than ordinary people, with extremely strong perception and strength, and even have wolves-like masseters and sharp teeth. They have various strange symbiotic tissues growing in their bodies, which enable them to adapt to most harsh environments. In terms of survival alone, mobs are indeed more competitive than pure-blooded humans.

This strange mutation may be the result of long-term consumption of corpse meat. A considerable part of the people who die in the wilderness, besides natural or some accidental death, is due to diseases. Not only humans are mutated by radiation, but viruses and bacteria are also changing. They are stronger than their ancestors in the old era and can adapt to new environments. The diseases caused by this are also more terrifying than before. In the absence of effective treatment and drug control, the sick refugees can only wait for death and then become meat boiled in the pot by their companions.

Everyone in the camp will share this food. No one has done a thorough and detailed experiment on whether the high-temperature disinfection method is suitable for all bacteria. In this way, the meat of the dead quickly entered more living people's stomachs and intestines. While providing nutrients, it also gave bacteria a new parasitic host. They may not necessarily become new sources of diseases, but these small things that cannot be seen by the naked eye will definitely change the cells and certain organs in the host's body into their favorite ways. Just as humans always use various furniture to decorate their rooms beautifully, this method of making themselves live more comfortable is indeed understandable to the bacteria. But the result is that new mutated tissues and organs gradually grow in the human body, which are completely different from those of humans in the old era.

This is by no means an exaggeration. If a surgeon from the old era travels through time and space limitations and performs the most comprehensive and detailed dissection on a new generation of humans, he will be shocked to find that the human myocardium he dissected is extremely strong, the area where the lymph nodes are spread will be more concentrated, and the reticular glands in the body will also produce many completely unfamiliar things. Even the distribution and structure of the bones and nervous system are becoming more and more adaptable to running.

Mutation is not an individual phenomenon. Due to the problems of food sources and living habits, the probability of mutating refugees in the wilderness is much higher than that in the civilians in the settlement. The lesion tissue will also appear in newborn babies as women conceive and give birth. Long-term disease changes and multi-generational genetic self-improvement, coupled with the evolution of the human body's own immune system, make the mutated tissues that appear in the baby's body not completely harmful. If non-benign factors that may cause future lesions are abandoned, they are actually the main organs of the human body to absorb and resist radiation. It is precisely because of these tumor-like substances hidden in the body or directly growing on the surface of the body that refugees in the wilderness can survive in a strong radiation environment.

There is a saying among many refugees that eating fresh dead babies can give the eaters special ability to fight disease. There is no definite evidence to show the actual source of this statement, and no one accused this statement of being absurd. Because there are indeed many people who recover from the disease after eating infant corpses.

People always have to find ways to survive. Regardless of whether the way of survival is cruel or not, living is an instinct that exists deep in everyone's subconscious mind.

Using dead babies to obtain antibodies is a helpless move by the new generation of humans to fight death in the face of the lack of drug treatment. However, like the various sources of evil recorded in human history, this original intention was originally to preserve the survival of the vast majority of people, but gradually evolved into a cruel privilege for refugees and rulers. Taking the Lecher Camp as an example, Borg and his son like to steam babies very much. This is no longer for the need to treat diseases, but simply to satisfy his personal greed and special desire for food. After all, compared to the dirty dead bodies and the mutated pieces of meat cut from wild creatures, the newborn babies are tenderer, more delicious and more nutritious.

Wang Daxia is a very strange person. He never cared about other people's teasing and physical invasion of his wife. He rarely laughed, nor was he angry, and seemed to be born with the necessary emotional nerves of these two humans. The woman named Kudaizi had an affair with many men in the camp, so she was not more proactive, but no matter whether she heard or witnessed, Wang Daxia never expressed any opinions. It seemed that it was a matter of course.

Over time, the refugees at Lecher Camp rarely called the real name of Wang Tower. Instead, they were insulting nouns such as "Wang Dasha", "Wang Shabi", and "Wang Cuckold". After living in the camp for four years, Kudaizi became pregnant six times, and, together with the number of multiple births, gave birth to a total of twelve babies. Except for two dead babies who were shared by the whole camp, the other ten were taken away by Borg, and they were put into a pot and steamed.
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