"I'm sorry, you can't go in."

In front of the door of Greenhouse No. 5, a guard soldier stopped Yanagihara and Al.

This is where the ruins of the city meet the gates of the greenhouse, lined with broken pavements and the remains of buildings, with only the walls of the greenhouse standing tall, clearly separating the warm from the cold.

"Why?" Yanagihara looked at the soldier in front of him in confusion, frowned and stopped the still muffled snowmobile.

"Recently, the resources of the greenhouses have been tightened, and all of them have stopped accepting foreign populations."

The soldier said indifferently, probably seeing that Yanagihara and the others did not mean to break in, so he put down the hand that was blocking them.

"I won't let you in unless you can provide your badge to the greenhouse. Of course, if you can provide a residence permit for other greenhouses, I can also issue a temporary entry and exit document for you. ”

The soldier's simple meaning is that Greenhouse 5 is no longer accepting ice refugees and wanderers who have no fixed residence.

Even visiting residents of other greenhouses can only stay here temporarily.

"Can't you be accommodating?" Yanagihara thought for a moment, took out a small piece of rare ore from his arms, handed it to the soldier without leaving a trace, and said.

"You know, the weather outside hasn't been nice lately, and we don't have the time and resources to get to the next greenhouse."

This piece of ore was one of De Rosso's commissions, and there were two pieces in total, each of which weighed about fifty grams.

To be honest, Yanagihara didn't want to use this thing here.

But considering the worsening weather right now, it was clear that Al was no longer fit to stay outside the greenhouse.

So Yanagihara could only take it out, wanting to try the possibility of using money to open the way.

However, the soldier only glanced at the ore, then shook his head and said more coldly.

"As you know, the weather outside hasn't been good lately, so the greenhouse has suspended its external resource extraction operations. With limited internal resources, every additional homeless person may leave a local resident without emergency supplies. I am responsible for the residents of this greenhouse as my family and friends also live here. Hope you understand. ”

"That's it." Yanagihara's brow furrowed a little tighter, and he silently withdrew the ore.

She groaned, half-loudly, and then looked back at the soldier and asked.

"So, when will this place re-admit outsiders?"

Either way, she and Al need to replenish their resources here, otherwise it will be difficult for the two of them to reach the next greenhouse.

"The meteorological observatory said that there will be a big snowstorm nearby in the near future." The soldier's expression finally fluctuated, as if with some guilt, but also as if he was powerless.

"When the snow is over, the greenhouses will mine a new batch of resources, and then we will start accepting outsiders again."

"Until then." The soldier said, looking up and raising his chin at the ruins behind Yanagihara.

"You can only live in that ruin, like other wanderers."

At this time, Yanagihara finally knew what those sights she had felt along the way.

Presumably some wanderers living in the ruins were spying on the supplies in their cars.

I have to say that this initiative of Greenhouse 5 is a bit cold-blooded, because without the protection of the greenhouse, it is very difficult for ordinary people to survive the snowstorm.

Coupled with the lack of sufficient resources, this snowstorm will inevitably freeze to death many refugees and homeless.

And the greenhouse, only the surviving batch will be accepted.

But from another point of view, it is a very wise move. Because this not only reduces the pressure on the greenhouse, but also ensures the safety and stability of the inhabitants inside.

Realistically, they just chose the necessary sacrifices.

This is understandable, after all, a blizzard can come at any time, and their current situation can't save everyone at all.

"I see." Yanagihara nodded, restarted the snowmobile, and prepared to leave the greenhouse gate with Al.

But just before they left, the soldier at the door suddenly said.

"Survive as long as you can, and we'll take everyone in then."

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"Hmm." Yanagihara was silent for a moment and responded flatly, not showing too much emotion, just speaking slowly.

"Thank you for that."

She'll wait here with Al, because neither oxygen nor fuel is enough to get to the next greenhouse.

And it's better to take refuge in the ruins than to encounter a blizzard on the ice field.

At the very least, there are houses here that can be used to shelter from the wind and snow, right?

The soldier sighed weakly as he watched the two men sit in the car and drift away.

He knew that he might have pushed two more people to death with his own hands.

Among the ruins.

Yanagihara drove through the streets of the city with Al for the rest of the day, intending to find a place to stay before nightfall.

If you can find an underground environment with relatively good air circulation, it is best to find a room that is not so dilapidated.

After carefully examining the ruins of the city, Yanagihara found that there were quite a few "residents" living here temporarily.

At least in close proximity to greenhouses, there are some signs of human activity almost everywhere.

If nothing else, there should be at least hundreds, if not thousands, of people living in this ruin.

How can there be so many homeless and refugees, and is there another greenhouse in the neighborhood that has dried up?

Yanagihara frowned, but didn't think about it carefully.

Because at this time, the road in front of her and Al was blocked by a bunch of barricades.

"If I were you, I'd be quiet and get out of the car with my head in my hands."

Several ragged men stepped out of the corner of the street and surrounded the snowmobile.

The man in the lead, holding an old rifle, said with a heavy look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry you were robbed."

"Honestly." Yanagihara sat in the driver's seat, looked at the few people gathered around, and let go of his hands holding the handlebars with drooping eyes.

"This kind of plot is really old-fashioned."

"Trust me, we don't want anyone to get hurt either." The man with the rifle pointed the muzzle at Yanagihara.

"Cooperate with us to hand over half of your supplies, and we will let you go and never break our promise."