Huang Kaijing's gaze gradually drifted away from the long distance, and he saw nothing except the occasional cheerful resident of Lilongwe who passed by the bedside.

"So, all the kids who sell rat meat on the street sign up for school? And what about the elderly? Huang Kaijing retracted his gaze and asked, "The last time I came to Lilongwe, most of the rat meat dealers I saw were children and the elderly, and I was under the impression that the streets and public areas in many parts of Malawi were full of idle vagrants and beggars. But this time, I walked a few streets and alleys, and I hardly saw such ...... Refugee? ”

When it came to the word homeless, Huang Kaijing hesitated for a long time, unable to find the corresponding English vocabulary, and the vocabulary in his mind was relatively scarce, so he could only come up with the word "homeless", but he felt that it was not suitable, and finally changed to Mandarin to say the word "homeless".

As soon as these two words were spoken, a young Asian man who was cowering not far behind Huang Kaijing couldn't sit still.

"Hey, it's not the right word for outcast." The young Asian man slammed the thermos cup with whiskey on the table, and turned his head to speak Mandarin, "Displaced people refer to people who have been exiled due to military disasters or natural disasters, and they are also forced to leave their hometowns and have no place to live, and those homeless people on the streets of Malawi who are called 'walking dead' are divided into two kinds, one is lazy and lazy, preferring to wander outside, picking up garbage, rather than working hard, and the other is the elderly who have decreased physical strength, are weak and sick, and have lost their ability to work. In order not to become a burden to their families, they tend to leave their families and wander around, and it is not appropriate to describe both of these people as homeless. ”

Huang Kaijing turned back in surprise, and when he approached the tavern, he had noticed this freak who was huddled in the corner and drinking with a thermos cup, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, after all, there were not only Chinese people with yellow skin and black hair.

Seeing that the two Chinese began to communicate with each other in a language they did not understand, the Western reporter put away the photo with interest, turned his head and drank in a muffled voice.

"Huaxia?" Huang Kaijing looked at the young Asian man, and suddenly smiled, he guessed that the other party must have recognized him.

Huang Kaijing failed to produce excellent works of art like Zhang Xinyi, so he is not well-known internationally, and has only a few fans in East Asia, Europe and some countries in Europe and the United States, and they are all niche circles. It is different in China, as the first war star in the star-making plan of the Far Rescue Association, Huang Kaijing is not only in line with the contemporary aesthetic trend, but also a war hero who really came out of the sea of corpses and blood, so the major propaganda departments can be said to spare no effort in the propaganda of Huang Kaijing, coupled with the development of the self-media communication industry, even if Huang Kaijing has not made any famous movies or sung any hot songs, he can quickly become a hero known to everyone.

"He must have recognized me, otherwise he wouldn't have had to talk to a stranger at length because he heard a word misused." Huang Kaijing thought to himself.

"Yes, my name is Tang Fei." The young Asian man raised the thermos but did not reach out.

"You look a little familiar." Huang Kaijing thought about it and was sure that he should have seen the person in front of him somewhere, so he cautiously pointed the camera of the multi-function watch at Tang Fei and took a photo quietly.

Soon, Huang Kaijing saw the feedback results of the photo on his mobile phone, and it turned out that the famous reporter Tang Fei in front of him was Tang Fei. Tang Fei was the first war correspondent to go deep into Yuanjiang after the dome disappeared, and with a set of photographs taken in Yuanjiang and a commentary on the Yuanjiang incident, Tang Fei was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize for journalism and became a legend in the Chinese press circles.

"It turned out to be a well-known Tang reporter." Huang Kaijing shook his head and smiled, "Why are you here?" Aren't you afraid of danger? Journalists are well-informed, right? Don't you know that Malawi is now half home to the mutants? ”

"I'm a war correspondent, and danger is part of my profession. Moreover, you may not believe it. Tang Fei smiled reservedly, "I've been to more dangerous places, I just went to the Bronx borough of New York City not long ago, where there are many mutants working for humans, turning themselves into live meat targets, circus clowns, blood fighters and even special workers engaged in the sex (harmony) trade." ”

"Oh?" Huang Kaijing raised his eyebrows, became interested, picked up his wine glass and walked to Tang Fei and sat down, "Tell me about it?" ”

Tang Fei took out a crumpled notepad and a ballpoint pen from the satchel he was carrying, handed them to Huang Kaijing, and said with a smile: "You sign my name first, my little sister sees your photo as if she sees a god, it's really hopeless." ”

Huang Kaijing did not object, holding a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, skillfully signing his name, looking up sharply, he found that Tang Fei was pointing a single-lens reflex camera at him and pressing the shutter.

"Don't mind, if you don't take a picture, you won't be able to prove it's your signature." Tang Fei grinned nonchalantly, he was really a qualified war correspondent, he didn't want money, he had to be guts.

"Let's talk about it." Huang Kaijing frowned slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Tell me about the things you just mentioned, and do you know where those wanderers have gone?" If you know, please tell me, and I'll invite you to drink. ”

Tang Fei thanked him and began to tell what he had seen and heard in the Bronx, New York, from the shooting range to Pink Land, from the bloody fighting arena to the brain core auction house run by the mutants themselves, to the sickly and crazy customers and the mutant missionaries who became more and more sophisticated.

Finally, Tang Fei talked about the wanderers who disappeared on the streets of Lilongwe.

"The people you mentioned are all in shelters and welfare homes. Hehe, the asylum and welfare home built by the proponents of the mutant in Lilongwe is not as dead as before, if you have time, you can go and check it out, the welfare package is quite good - of course, compared to the living conditions of those wanderers, of course compared to the previous living conditions of those wanderers - people who are over a certain age or seriously ill and have nowhere to be treated, can live in container houses or special tents, eat three meals a day for free, and receive warm clothes with propaganda slogans printed on them. ”

"At what cost?" Huang Kaijing asked, "It's impossible for mutants to really do charity, right?" ”

"Of course, there is an agreement to enter the asylum that the body will go to the temple after death, and the temple has the right to recover and use the body in any way, but this price is not a price for those who have no way out, even though the main religions in Malawi are Protestant, Catholic and Islam...... But when people are dying of hunger, who will remember to obey the Lord's commands? Tang Fei sighed, "Speaking of religion, I've been here for three or four days, and I've seen a lot of native-born Lilongwe people, do you know which religion most of them believe in now?" ”

After guessing the answer, the corners of Huang Kaijing's mouth twitched.