"So what should we do?"

The man asked in the wind-filled street.

He didn't look back, just turned his back to Yanagihara and lowered his head.

But Yanagihara didn't answer his question, but calmly asked a rhetorical question.

"You really don't know anything?"

"We ······" The man's voice was soft, as if it would be blown away in the wind at any moment.

"You have guns, you have a certain amount of force, and you are not hungry enough to move."

Yanagihara narrated unhurriedly, his eyes fixed on the man's back.

"You can go outside the ruins and hunt some wild beasts, it's better than rummaging through the garbage heaps in the greenhouse. You can sell your extra fur and meat to greenhouses for oxygen and stoves, which will make it easier for you to survive the blizzard. If you have the spare hand, you can also build your own shelter, and there will always be the materials you need in the ruins. ”

"But." The man seemed to want to say something, but he just opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"But you may die at the mouth of the beast?" Yanagihara asked lightly.

The man stopped talking, and Yoo retracted his gaze.

"What you have to do now is not to wait for the greenhouses to come to your rescue, because they won't come to your rescue. If you really want to live, show a little courage to be ready to live. Sheltering from the wind and snow in the ruins every day, rummaging through other people's leftovers of food, it is impossible to change anything. ”

The wind in the street was a little louder, and after saying that, Yanagihara was ready to leave.

"That." However, at this time, the man suddenly turned around and stopped her.

In the snowstorm, the man said to Yanagihara in an extremely heavy and tired voice.

"Do you have a fire, I want to borrow one."

Yanagihara looked sideways at the man, and half-loudly, took out the lighter that Wadson had given her from his pocket.

"After the blizzard, remember to give it back to me."

With that, she threw the lighter to the other party.

The man caught the lighter and slowly opened the lid on it.

"Smack."

With a soft thud, he lit a tiny flame in the darkness of the street.

The flames trembled in the wind, and with a light that seemed to be extinguished at any moment, reflected in the pupils of those who looked at it.

"Hmm." Staring at the firelight in distraction, the man responded to Yanagihara's words.

"I'll give it back to you myself."

"······ after a blizzard"

It turns out that people can only see things if they look at them, otherwise they will be ignored even if they shine like the sun.

On the other hand, if someone pays attention, even the tiniest flame will be spotted in the dark.

Some things may have always been there, but no one looked up anymore.

······

The next half month didn't seem to have changed much, Yanagihara and the others were still checking the circuit in the city, while the people in the greenhouse were still waiting for the blizzard.

The only thing that has changed is probably the refugees in the ruins.

I don't know when it began, but they gathered in the city, collected materials, and built streets into simple shelters on a large scale.

At the same time, they set traps on the ice fields outside the ruins and began to hunt wild beasts in a planned way.

Some died under the claws and fangs of wild beasts, but others survived because of the warmth and food.

Gradually, the refugees even made deals with greenhouses, exchanging food for oxygen and stoves in the greenhouses, plus a limited number of guns and ammunition.

The trade is benign, and the prolonged lockdown has indeed created a shortage of food in the greenhouses, and while the amount of supplies that refugees can provide is not large, it is better than nothing.

Refugees, on the other hand, are more likely to survive disasters because of their rising living conditions and armament levels.

"It's unbelievable." On a ruined building, Liz sighed as she looked at the busy refugees in the city with a telescope in her hand.

"How did they seem to have changed overnight, and if they continue like this, I'm afraid they will form an ice tribe."

Icefields tribes, which are an uncommon concept, are usually small groups of people who have been forced to relocate to greenhouses with the help of nearby greenhouses.

A vassal society in which the remnant population is too large to be fully accepted by greenhouses, so they can only live on the ice fields and sell food and ore and other items to other greenhouses in exchange for subsistence materials.

The reason why such groups are uncommon is that ordinary refugees often struggle to achieve the uniformity and discipline that a stable group requires.

That's why Liz found it hard to imagine that these refugees in the ruins could organize themselves in such a short time to resist the impending blizzard.

Perhaps we have to admit that in the face of danger, human beings are always able to exert their great potential.

"Yanagihara, do you know something?"

Leaning over the windowsill, Liz asked Yanagihara, who was standing aside.

"Among those refugees, there may be a very good guy." Yanagihara leaned against a wall and looked down at the city below the building.

"I think so too." Liz put down the binoculars in her hand, stood up and said with a smile.

"Thankfully, my audience won't die so easily."

"Sadly, you're probably not the only light on that blizzard night, my superstar lady."

Yanagihara raised his brow and glanced at Liz with a slightly teasing expression.

At night these days, there is always a fire between the houses in the ruins.

Liz might be able to extinguish the lamps in the greenhouse, but apparently she can't do so.

"So what?" Liz shrugged her shoulders and said nonchalantly.

"When the time comes, the inside of the greenhouse will be pitch black, and the outside of the greenhouse will be shrouded in light. Don't you think that's an interesting comparison, haha. ”

At this point, Liz couldn't help but laugh again.

The corners of her mouth were raised exaggeratedly, as if she had foreseen the scene.

"Sister Liz, what's wrong?" Al stood aside, playing a game with Liz's phone.

The relationship between the two is getting better these days, so much so that Liz will let her touch things that she couldn't touch before.

"Nothing." Yanagihara gently patted the girl's head.

"She's just going to take her medicine again."

"Ah, is Sister Liz sick?"

"yes, but don't worry, brain problems are not contagious."

“······”

"Yanagihara, I'm angry."

"Huh? Did I say anything? ”

"Give me some respect for your employer, you bastard old woman!"