It was a boy of about twelve or thirteen years of age, and from his sunken cheeks and bony build, he was supposed to be a native of the slums, and not from somewhere else.

"Finding survivors.". Qi Lin said softly, tiptoeing into the room, the other three followed after erasing the footprints at the door, and the last falcon had just entered the room, and the fourth clicked a few points on the screen of the device, and the airtight door closed again, isolating the room from the tunnel.

Qi Lin took off his breathing mask and walked to a place about two meters away from the little boy, and then said softly: "Don't pretend, get up." ”

"Ahh

In fact, when the airtight door was opened, the little boy had already been awakened, his body trembled slightly, and the rhythm of his breathing increased a lot, and all of this was under Qi Lin's eyes.

The little boy who was restrained by the falcon was about to shout, but Qi Lin quickly stepped forward, covered his mouth, and said, "It's best not to shout, if someone finds out, including you, none of us will survive." ”

The little boy's eyes widened, and at this time, he had time to look at the outfits of Qi Lin and the others, his gaze quickly swept around the four of them, and there was a hint of fear and confusion in his eyes.

"If you can promise not to yell, not to run around, and to cooperate with us, just nod and we can let you go." Qi Lin said in as gentle a tone as possible.

The little boy hesitated, then nodded slightly.

Falcon was about to let him go.

"Who are you? Soldiers of the Edas Consortium? As soon as he regained his freedom, the little boy immediately asked.

"No, we're not." Qi Lin shook his head.

"I don't believe it...... No one here can afford to wear such clothes except for the people of the Edas Consortium, and besides, you have guns! The boy's gaze lingered on the four's weapons for several seconds, clearly longing for the tools used to kill people.

"We're really not from the Edas Consortium, you see, we don't have the Edas Consortium insignia on us."

"And where are you from?" The curiosity in the little boy's eyes became more and more intense, but the element of fear was much less.

"Other shelters. Well, I'm not here to answer your question, on the contrary, I want to know something from you. ”

"Other shelters? Are you enemies of the Edas Consortium? ”

"Do I need to repeat what I just said?"

"Okay...... If you don't kill me. "The little boy is very calm, which should not be in a child of twelve or thirteen, except that in the environment of the shelter, most children will become very precocious, and they will be exposed to the harsh reality earlier than the children of the old days.

In other words, they have always been with each other in the harsh reality.

"Do you live alone?"

"It is now."

"Before I say that."

"Dad, Mom, and an older brother and an older sister."

"So where did they go? And where has everyone else gone here? ”

"Food processing plant...... But they haven't been back for two days and one night, and I guess they're dead. The little boy said.

"Food processing plants? You elaborate on what has happened during this time, and also, why you guess they are dead. ”

"About two days ago, a radio ...... suddenly sounded," the boy pointed to the loudspeaker in the corner of the ceiling, "The people of the Edas Consortium told us that the leadership of the consortium has been reorganized, and the new board of directors has decided to change the situation and promise better living conditions for poor people like us. ”

"And then?" In addition to the so-called "high-level restructuring of the consortium", that is, the news of the rebellion, broadcasts such as "improving living conditions and increasing food rations" were also heard from time to time when Qi Lin used to live in the slums of Vault 187.

Shelter officials broadcast it about every few months, and then the week after the broadcast ended, the poor people usually received an extra bag of synthetic food or a small half can, and business as usual.

In fact, it is an empty note, drawing a cake for the poor who can't fill their stomachs, and its main function is to appease the residents of the slums, after all, no one knows what crazy things a group of desperate people will do, but if there is a little hope and hope in the hearts of these people, then at least it will make them cherish their lives more.

"It wasn't long before the radio went on again, telling everyone from Tunnels 9 to 32 to assemble at the 'Merlin' food processing plant, saying that this was the benefit that every Vault 444 resident should enjoy after the reorganization of the Edas Foundation, and that they would distribute a large amount of food outside the food processing plant so that everyone could have a good meal. But the premise is that everyone must be present, because the supplies are distributed according to the head, and they are not allowed to collect on their behalf, and if they don't go, there is nothing to take. ”

"And then everyone else went? Then why didn't you go? Qi Lin then asked.

"I just had a stomachache and diarrhea...... They couldn't wait, and they were worried that they would run out of things, so they left me alone at home......"

"Go on."

"And then they never came back, and I thought they had forgotten about me until a squad of soldiers arrived—"

"Soldiers?"

"Well, the soldiers of the Edas Consortium, I only learned at that time that there were a few people in this tunnel besides me who did not go to collect the supplies, but those soldiers killed them all after opening the airtight door, although I did not see it with my own eyes, but I heard gunshots and screams...... So I guess everyone else should have been killed. The little boy said, his hands clenched into fists.

"Then why did you survive?" Qi Lin asked a little puzzled.

"I'll hide over that." Following the little boy's fingers, Qi Lin found that there was a row of lockers made of composite panels nailed to the wall two meters above the ground, and it was difficult to notice if he didn't look up, the little boy should have escaped by hiding in the lockers before.

"And later? Has anyone else ever returned? What did those soldiers do? ”

The little boy shook his head: "No one has ever come back, and I don't know anything about the rest." ”