The subway tunnel was swarthy and swarthy, and when you walked inside, you couldn't see the end at all, and there were wisps of turbid, sour smell of air rushing in front of you, blowing cold and cold on your face, making people wonder if this was a netherworld corridor to hell.

As Xia Jian and Xiao Ling went deeper, some survivors gradually appeared in the tunnel.

Most of these survivors are old men in the prime of life......

They wore thick clothes, and their occasionally exposed skin had the swarthy and rough left by the wind and sun, and their original simple faces revealed the kind of cunning and ruthlessness that had been transformed from a bad environment and belonged to the peculiar peasants.

Judging from their appearance and body size, they should all be some migrant workers or migrant workers from other places in Shenzhen and Hong Kong, they are standing or squatting together, some are chatting, some are playing with daggers and homemade machetes in their hands, and some are simply sitting in silence in the corner, secretly observing every survivor passing by with a fierce light.

Moving on......

Some sporadic bonfires gradually appeared in the tunnel, and most of the men who appeared here were more burly than those in front of them, and the flickering light of the fire reflected on their rough, slightly hideous faces, and the dangerous aura that invisibly emanated made people shudder.

Occasionally one or two disheveled, looming women can be seen next to those campfires, revealing a little seductive fair skin......

When he got closer, through the light of the fire, Xia Jian also found some black bedding and some simple living utensils on the ground, thinking that these men usually rest in these tunnels.

From this short tunnel, Xia Jian has already seen the childish shape of a new social order.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, respect for the strong.

It's just that now Xia Jian is still very puzzled by a question......

That is, he actually saw in the eyes of these survivors, two emotions: vigilance and fear.

And as he and Xiao Ling went deeper, there were more and more survivors crowded in the tunnel, and the strength of the survivors became stronger and stronger, and the two emotions revealed in the eyes of these survivors became more and more obvious......

What are they wary of? Who are you afraid of?

Although he is very reluctant to admit it, although Xia Jianyou thinks that he has a little ability, he is still very self-aware, not to mention that the current group of unruly survivors have never seen themselves at all, and even if they do, they are obviously impossible to be afraid of themselves, a student boy who doesn't even have hair in their opinion.

If I want to make it clear, it is that these vicious-looking survivors are afraid of the woman who walks in front of them.

A group of big men are afraid of a woman......

Although in Xia Jian's opinion, this woman is dressed in black, she looks quite mysterious, and she seems to be good, but she is really that scary?

For this, Xia Jian felt a little incredible......

Or maybe some of the people behind her are scary?

Thinking of this, Xia Jian suddenly remembered the basement he had just come out of—it was obvious that when these big men were all crammed into the subway tunnel, that warm basement belonged to only one person.

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After walking in the tunnel for about ten minutes, the dark and narrow tunnel suddenly opened up, and what appeared in front of Xia Jian's eyes was a very empty underground space the size of more than half a football field.

Subway station!

That's right......

Although the light was very dim, Xia Jian still vaguely judged from the layout of the building and some signs that this was the subway station located near the university town that had just been completed and had not yet had time to be put into use. …,

Xiao Ling led him directly to the platform on the left......

"You wait for me here......"

At a ticket office on the platform, Xiao Ling stopped, turned around and admonished:

"Good ......"

Xia Jian nodded honestly and agreed, he is not familiar with life here, it is better to listen to this woman - talk less and see more.

After telling Xia Jian, Xiao Ling went directly to a ticket window.

To be more precise, it was originally used to sell tickets, and now, although there is a long queue near the window, Xia Jian is sure that these people in line are definitely not here to buy subway tickets, it seems that they should be waiting to receive something.

"Food?"

Xia Jian thought secretly in his heart......

Seeing Xiao Ling standing in line behind the long line, extremely bored, Xia Jian began to observe the surroundings.

Through the dim light, Xia Jian vaguely found that the entire subway station seemed to be divided into two areas with the middle track as the dividing line:

The area on the left - that is, the area where Xia Jian is now, is empty, neat, and most of the people who come and go are some middle-aged men with a hint of evil between their eyebrows, and in the dark coke oven, one or two men with improvised weapons can be seen patrolling from time to time;

The area on the right, on the other hand, is dark, damp, and densely packed with survivors.

Although Xia Jian couldn't see it too clearly because it was too dark and too far away, he still vaguely judged from the temperament and size of those survivors that they should all be old and weak women and children who had little combat effectiveness.

Just a simple sweep around, Xia Jian found that the class of human society is particularly obvious here-on the left are the strong people with a certain strength, they occupy a superior environment and resources, while the right side is the weak, they can only mix food and clothing, and make a living.

"Xia Jian?!"

A timid voice sounded behind him.

"You ......"

Xia Jian turned his head and looked at the person who came suspiciously, he didn't seem to know the person in front of him.

"Soft 092 class, Cui Kai ......"

Cui Kai's height is about 1.68 meters, and he looks relatively lean, and he looks a little excited when he sees that he doesn't recognize the wrong person.

"Soft 092 class? Cui Kai? ”

Xia Jian didn't feel much surprised to meet his classmates here, after all, this subway station was built near the university town, not far from Shenzhen-Hong Kong University, but this Cui Kai, Xia Jian thought about it in his mind, but he didn't have any impression.

It's no wonder who made him a person who specializes in creating negative news in the school, after three years of college, he didn't make a few friends, but the enemies caused a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, this Cui Kai seemed to have anticipated the current situation, and he didn't care, he directly leaned into Xia Jian's ear and whispered: "Wait, no matter what they say, don't agree......"

It's a nonsensical sentence.

After speaking, Cui Kai didn't wait for Xia Jian to react to what he meant, and trotted away, as if he was hiding something.

"Alas! You ......"

Xia Jian was confused, and was about to call this kid back......

"Hi ......"

A slap suddenly came out from behind and slammed into his shoulder.

"Your name is Xia Jian, right......"

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