Chapter 147 Corporal

"The promotion of identity levels should include more related benefits. Citizens who have obtained high-level qualifications should enjoy special treatment that ordinary people cannot match. Food rationing is only one aspect, and medical and taxation should also be planned in grades. Citizens should be encouraged to actively engage in trade contact with other cities or settlements, and the exchange of information and materials is a prerequisite for whether a city can develop in an orderly manner."

Ying Jia was like a lazy cat, curled up in Lin Xiang's arms, and said things that were not consistent with her actual age in a child's unique innocent tone.

The thick walls isolated the wind that had become slightly cold. Ying Jia hugged her knees with her arms and pressed against Lin Xiang sideways. Her delicate and white skin as fine as snow was exposed from under the thin cotton robe.

Lin Xiang has never been in love, has never been married, nor has he raised a child. But this does not prevent him from learning about human production and development under the bombardment of huge amounts of knowledge and information in the old era. Although he compared the height, weight and other figures of children of appropriate age with Ying Jia countless times, the results he obtained always surprised and confused him.

Ying Jia grew up too fast.

Less than two months after returning from Life City No. 24, her height rose by five centimeters and her weight increased by eight kilograms. From her appearance, she was just about eight years old.

If calculated based on the birth time, her actual age should be less than half a year old.

The ubiquitous radiation makes the new generation of humans grow far faster than their ancestors. Examples of women starting to get pregnant and give birth at the age of ten are everywhere in the wilderness. Maybe it was because they were born in the training cabin! Ying Jia's development speed is faster than that of refugees. According to the current situation, it will not take long before she can become an adult.

The changes in the external body and internal structure of the body may be explained by sayings such as drug growth hormone. However, her brain thinking and judgment of things shocked Lin Xiang.

Her thinking is very rigorous, especially in terms of scientific theories and techniques. She performs particularly well. She can even use the most plain language to let you understand the boring laws of conservation of energy in celestial bodies and the laws of mutual conversion between mass and volume. She can also compare complex and huge formulas and data to let you understand the smallest data that can make people dizzy. In short, what this little girl knows is enough to make the most famous experts and authorities in the old era ashamed and admired.

Ying Jia doesn't understand the worldly ways. Her favorite thing is to be with Lin Xiang, holding his hand, holding his shoulders, and using skin that is tightly attached to each other to feel the warmth of each other's body.

Lin Xiang once tried to let her play with other children, but Ying Jia was unmoved at all. She even refused to leave Lin Xiang for a moment. Of course, she was not often like this. Ying Jia would express enough understanding when Lin Xiang had to leave. For example, if she had to meet, fight in the city, or handle other major matters, she would stay at home and quietly play with her own doll.

She was as cold as ice when she was alone or for others. Only when Lin Xiang appeared or when two people were together would Ying Jia have the sweetest smile, and hugged this man, who was much bigger than himself and was called "Dad" tightly.

...

The tall and wide wall divides Yinyue City into two parts that are connected to each other but are different from each other.

Hidden Moon is a free city.

Like the old era of destruction, in the radiant wasteland world, the word "freedom" does not appear independently. It will carry many restrictive words with special annotations, which can only be realized within a certain range.

Following the refugees who were undergoing sanitary quarantine in sequence, Wang Dashi easily entered the outer city. He followed the crowd to the specially marked residential area. Under the arrangement of the manager, he got a small piece of land marked with white gray to build houses. He did not stay in this small territory of his own for too long, but surrounded the city wall separated by a wide road, and chose a location that was just sandwiched in the center of the two alert towers, and stopped silently.

Through the thick walls, you can see a gray-white stone building standing in the inner city about 300 meters away in front of you.

During the repeated observations over the past few days, Wang Dasha has confirmed that there is the house where Lin Xiang lives. In the old days, such buildings with special significance were usually called the "City Lord's Residence".

Squinted his eyes and looked at the building with a slightly rough surface but strong enough solid enough... He suddenly put down his backpack on his shoulder, unbuttoned the buckle on the surface, took out a roll of rusty-stained old iron sheet from it, curled the left and right corners and overlapped each other, forming a cone with enough space at both ends. In the easy-to-understand words of the old era - this is a temporary trumpet.

Wang Daxia rolled up his mud-stained sleeves, and with his strong hands, he put the pinched iron sheet high to his mouth, aimed the expanded trumpet at the official residence behind the city wall, took a deep breath, and with a strong breath that suddenly spit out from his chest, he burst out with a deafening wild roar.

"Get up! People who do not want to be slaves will build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall. The Chinese nation has arrived, and the most dangerous time. Everyone is forced to let out the last roar. Get up! Get up! Get up—"

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Compared with more than half a month ago, Lin Xiang's office has undergone great changes.

The huge bookcase adjacent to the ceiling occupies all the walls of the room. The steel-wood-mixed cabinet wall partition has been filled with more than half of the space by various books. These items found in the ruins of towns in the old era were damaged, and most of the contents involved were biological evolution, cellular inheritance, physical kinetic energy, etc. Lin Xiang could only use self-learning and exploration to make up for himself the missing parts of the knowledge chain that he had not obtained from the destructive world and was missing.

“Heritage is the most precious thing in the world.”

There is no definite evidence to show the actual source of this old adage, but among the new generation of humans with extremely scarce supplies, this sentence does have a sense of identity that is regarded as a metrical scripture.

Scarce and poverty are true portrayals of the wasteland world.

There is no production capacity, lack of necessary resources, and has fantasy but cannot be implemented. The ubiquitous radiation turns the whole world into a desperate wasteland... Although it has some knowledge and memory along the Skeleton Knights, it mostly involves survival and weapon manufacturing. The large number of deaths of the first generation of replicants caused the inculcated technological level to form faults. Fierce mutant creatures, harsh climates, and soil stains filled with radiation dust. Apart from food and water, there are not many new generations of humans who have been released.

I have the energy to study anything beautiful. They can only dig out traces of the old era from the edge of the ruins and under the collapsed buildings. The ancient paintings barely keep the records intact, and the sculptures that still maintain a strong aesthetic sense... Everything gives them a kind of heartfelt yearning and worship of the civilization of that era of destruction. Before they can't create new and their own civilization substitutes, the spiritual sustenance found in the ruins is their deep spiritual sustenance.

Lin Xiang once heard many songs hummed by refugees, many of which originated from the old era. "Go Home to Check Home" and "The Lyrics of "The Universe" and "Mary's Little Lamb" mixed with each other. They obviously do not understand the difference between popular songs and Peking Opera, nor can they distinguish whether the violin concerto and folk songs are related. Due to time and actual sources, most of these songs are incomplete. Refugees can only add some unique creations based on their personal preferences, turning the legacy of the deceased in the old era into something of their own.

To give the simplest example: a refugee once received an old record player in the ruins whose power has not yet been completely exhausted. He had heard the song "Love of a Tractor". He obviously did not remember the whole song. Due to the melody and the repetition of the lyrics, the most profound sentence in his memory is the sentence "Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat". As for the later part, he would change it to lyrics such as "Go home to eat meat together", "Brother, I fuck your head", or "your butt is white". This is obviously not consistent, and he can't play with the original song when singing, but he sings happily. The reason is very simple - the meaning expressed in the new lyrics is the scene of life he most expects.

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Wang was escorted by two guards. When he walked into the office, Lin Xiang, who was sitting at the table, also carefully closed the "Origin of Species" published by McGraw Hill Company in 1998 and placed it gently beside him. His eyes released a gaze full of exploration and slowly fell on the person who came.

He is not tall but has a strong physique. Because he is wearing shorts, his thick and convex legs are particularly eye-catching. Generally speaking, people like him who can get a lot of food and provide sufficient nutrition for the body usually hold power among refugees, or have a closer and close relationship with those who are powerful.

Like everyone else, Lin Xiang's focus naturally fell on the "Tuean Fen" logo under Wang Daxia's crotch, which was raised high by his genitals. With the memories of the old era, he understands the meaning of this female underwear brand more than any new generation of humans.

It is not ridiculous to sew underwear with a bra. This is actually a helpless choice for humans living in the wasteland world. They must try every means to use all resources, rags, felts, animal skins... and even old wallpapers and soft objects in ruined buildings rooms. They can bend and rubbed, which will become the materials for the new generation of humans to sew clothes.

Like food, clothes and shoes are precious.

The guards had left, and there were only two people in the room, Lin Xiang and Wang Daxia. They were both looking at each other seriously and carefully, their eyes full of doubt and strangeness, suppressing emotions, and there was a hint of hostility and caution that was difficult to detect, but actually existed.

After several minutes passed, Wang Daxia suddenly laughed strangely. He pulled a chair from the side and sat down, and said in the most plain tone: "I have seen you."

A sudden flash of surprise and surprise flashed deep in Lin Xiang's black jade eyes. In an instant, he returned to his calmness as deep as a pool. He bent the corner of his mouth and showed a very beautiful smile: "It's not surprising, many people have seen me."

"I'm different from them."

Wang Daxia shook his head and spoke very seriously: "I had seen you more than 90 years ago... To be precise, I must have seen your photos. At that time, you were not a city lord, but a second lieutenant officer of the 64th Mobile Unit of the Army of the People's Republic of China--"

The air in the room solidifies instantly.

Lin Xiang suddenly felt a biting chill, and even felt completely naked. It was as if the camouflage covering his body was being stripped off layer by layer, leaving only the skin that tightly wrapped around his muscles. The invisible opponent was holding a sharp scalpel and was grinning about to cut open the skin, tear the muscles, take out the internal organs, pick out the bones hidden inside... and even dig out the medulla that is unhidden.

He did not belong to this world.

According to common sense, he should have died long ago in that devastating nuclear war. His body was blown into ashes, and his hardest bones became ancient remains everywhere in the wilderness, just like other dead people.

The viruses parasitized inside the cells saved his life. Stimulated by the strong desire to survive, they retained the most critical part of the host's body in a way that strengthened division. Using the active dormant function of organisms, thanks to the protection of the thick keratinous shell, they spent the most intense external radiation, and reshaped the host's body in the form of cell reconstruction and memory replication, so that the life that should have died would be survived again after nearly a century of interruption.

This is not done by Lin Xiang's own subject's ability, but the most direct manifestation of the virus's will to survive. They are very clear that the host will die and they will be destroyed. The only way is to protect their parasitic life forms at all costs.

From Wang Dasha, Lin Xiang could feel the unique superpower aura of evolutionary people. This special biological code that emanates from the inside of the cells and is completely controlled by mitochondria is very weak. Judging from the level set by the new generation of humans, the evolutionary ability shall not exceed level 2 at most.

He is not a parasite.

In other words, he did not have it and could not have a life of up to a hundred years.

Various types of miracles may occur in this world every day. However, Lin Xiang does not think that the mutations that occur in him will be replicated on another person. This is definitely not arrogant - biological evolution has countless branches and choices. Even twin brothers will have some subtle and difficult to detect. Resurrection from the dead is an instinctive reaction of the virus to feel the extremely dangerous external environment, and evolutionary ability is the body mutation produced by humans under radiation stimulation.

If you have to preface the two, then it can only be time.

The former had appeared as early as the old era. The skeleton knights that Lin Xiang knew all belonged to this definition range. As for the latter, based on the intelligence and information currently in place, the earliest evolutionary cases were at least during the first large-scale training and deployment period after the nuclear war. That was January 6, 2025, and it had been ten years since the end of the nuclear war.

The guards ordered the arrest of Wang Daxia not because he wanted to make noise disturb the people. But because the tune was smooth and without any silence. In any way, this song far exceeded the scope of the refugees' understanding of music. Lin Xiang once observed the place where Wang Daxia stood and was surprised to find that the two alert towers formed a natural amplification channel. The sound waves could be spread far away under the rebound overlap of the walls on both sides. What's more, the middle-aged man with unknown identity was holding a homemade simple amplification machine in his hand, and his purpose... was obviously to attract his own attention.

There is nothing like the Asian race with yellow skin and dark eyes that can attract more attention than the National Anthem. Although it is not entirely certain whether the other party wants to find the target, once there is a reaction, a simple test will naturally become a sure thing.

This is a survivor who, like himself, has memories of the old era and crawled out of that completely destroyed world.

Slowly stood up from the chair, walked around the desk, slowly walked to Wang Dasha, and looked at him for a long time.

Suddenly, Lin Xiang smiled.

His whole body exudes a kind of aura that is as solid as a mountain, not invisible. This is a smell that can only be accumulated in time. The emotion and bitterness can be seen in his smile, and there is also a hint of excitement and shock hidden behind his skin, strongly suppressed. No matter who is living alone in a strange world full of devastatedness, he suddenly finds that a person who has the same memory and experience as himself cannot perform better than him.

No matter whether this person is an enemy or friend, Lin Xiang only feels an indescribable warmth in his heart. Just like an old acquaintance who has not seen for many years, there is no warning, and at the most unexpected moment, he appears quietly in front of him.
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