In the real world, a medium-sized shelter in Huaxia, in the middle zone.

Unlike the shelter slums, which consisted entirely of tunnels and caves, the middle area is more spacious and has a larger overall area, where most people have a stable job and income, and there are a variety of commercial buildings that provide services to the inhabitants – closer to the social structure of the small towns of the old days than the slums.

Suspended railcars are the most common means of transport in the middle area, and in the underground space of the shelter, there are no roads for cars to travel, so people can only take this special means of transport if they want to go farther.

The metal rails of the suspended railcars are either embedded in the dome of the underground space, or simply volleyed, and in the middle area, as soon as you look up, you can see the criss-crossing metal hanging rails that divide the top of the shelter into irregular blocks.

An old-fashioned suspension rail car, which was almost peeling off its paint, slowly drove over, stopped on the edge of the moon platform, and a thin middle-aged man stepped out of the suspension rail car.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a faded but clean, well-trimmed brown suit, holding a metal cane, a small mustache on his pursed lips, and his shiny hair was combed into a flat part, with the retro style of the Meiji Restoration.

The middle-aged man stepped off the platform and looked around without a trace, and then walked down a small alley until he stopped in front of a small Japanese izakaya.

Although a tattered Japanese red lantern hangs at the door of this izakaya, and the signboard is written in Japanese, both the drinkers and the people who sell alcohol inside speak extremely pure Chinese, and even the wine on their table is mostly "Red Star Erguotou" and "Nuclear Beer", which should not be in the izakaya.

Smelling the smell of inferior alcohol in the air, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, bent down and got in through the small door less than half a meter wide, and walked to the counter without squinting.

"What do you want to drink? Small business, no credit. The owner of the izakaya lay on the counter with a toothpick in his mouth and glanced lazily at the middle-aged man.

"Sake." The middle-aged man blocked the counter with his body and placed a few coins on the counter.

Nowadays, all the common currencies used by evacuees around the world are stored in the main brain resource points, and all the currencies of the old era have been discarded, except for gold. Not to mention the paper money, the coins left over from the pre-war period were either turned into toys in the hands of children in the shelters, or collected by some large corporations at low prices and reused elsewhere.

Seeing a few coins that the middle-aged man suddenly took out, the corner of the izakaya's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at the customers outside who were sitting on the tatami mats drinking and chatting, and after making sure that no one was looking in this direction, he put away the coins, took out a key card from under the counter and pressed it on the counter, and moved it in front of the middle-aged man.

"Back, basement."

After the owner of the izakaya finished speaking, he sat back down again, no longer looking at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man picked up the key card on the counter, walked around the counter, and walked to a small patio at the back of the izakaya, where in the corner of the patio was a square metal lid with a wooden box full of empty sake bottles pressed on the edge.

The middle-aged man removed the wooden box and lifted the cover, which led to a narrow staircase, and he looked around again before he got inside, turned around and closed the cover.

The staircase was not long, and the middle-aged man walked a dozen steps to the bottom, and in front of him was a small door with a rusty slot on the doorknob.

Inserting the key card into the slot, with the click of the metal deadbolt inside the door, the middle-aged man pushed open the small door and entered the basement.

Inside the basement, the situation is very different from the outside, with high-end carpets and tatami mats on the floor, precious mahogany panels embedded in the walls, and a carved lamp made of crystal hanging from the ceiling.

In the middle of the basement, a small wooden table full of Japanese style sits on several delicate side dishes and a pot of sake, and a young man in the uniform of a refuge officer sits on the other side of the small wooden table, holding a wine glass in one hand and chopsticks in the other.

"I haven't seen you for nearly five years, and you're still looking like this." The middle-aged man spoke, sat down on the other side of the small wooden table, and took the flask and poured himself a glass.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is a big old man who is a soldier, what do you like, you think everyone is like you are weak, nonsense! By the way, the taste of your Dongying cuisine is indeed okay, but the amount is too small, and it is not enough to eat at all. As he spoke, the officer did not stop with his chopsticks, and he picked up several pieces of sashimi like a whirlwind, swiped them in a soy sauce saucer, and then stuffed them into his mouth.

"Your way of eating is completely ruining the treasures, although these fish are artificially raised in underground fish ponds, but in this era, they are already considered the top ingredients." The middle-aged man looked at the young officer with some dissatisfaction.

"The best ingredients? Doesn't that turn into feces in the end? What's the difference? Forget it, I won't talk to you about this, what's the matter, there was something wrong with the previous information? Otherwise, with your identity, how could you have come here in person...... Mr. Mitsui? ”

"Please don't call me by my name here, Ozawa-kun."

"Then don't call me Xiao Ze, it sounds like an old-time Dongying AV actress, Lao Tzu's name Lei Xiaoze!"

"Okay, Mr. Lei Xiaoze." The middle-aged man nodded.

"Alright, alright." Lei Xiaoze waved his hand, drank the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, and said, "Are you already sure that the Toyama of Yamato Heavy Industries is really dead?" ”

"Yes, that's pretty much what we can affirm...... Toyama hasn't been seen in public since a year ago, and Daiwa Heavy Industries' internal meetings have been carried out by his robotic secretary in his place through so-called 'remote operations', releasing new plans and approving the reports submitted below...... However, according to the information we obtained from the internal spies of Daiwa Heavy Industries, Mr. Toyama's personal medical staff had left his post a year ago, and his whereabouts are currently unknown. ”

"That old guy in Toyama suffers from severe asthma and heart disease, and if it weren't for the high-tech medical treatment, this old thing would have returned to the West before the war, but now Yamato Heavy Industries has even removed his personal medical staff, so you think he's dead, right?"

"That's right, Daiwa Heavy Industries' research focus is not on the medical side, so we don't think there's any possibility of Mr. Toyama's body recovering."

"That's good." Lei Xiaoze put down his chopsticks and propped his hands on the table, "The question is, if Toyama is dead, then who is behind this robot secretary who controls the entire Daiwa Heavy Industries?" ”