The dusty sky had fallen into complete darkness at night, and the blood-colored mist that dispersed had turned dark red in the night. In the dense fog, only a few meters apart can not see the specific appearance, can only see the hazy outline, the fog is cold and damp, sticking to the body makes people wet and uncomfortable, in the damp, can feel only the biting cold and deep fear from nowhere, to the dark, to the dense fog, to the fear of everything unknown in the fog.

With a crackling sound, the flames burned in the fog, so that the light dispelled the darkness and the warmth dispelled the cold.

This is a small room on the second floor of the bank, only a small window that has been broken, which has been sealed at this time, leaving only a few thin gaps to breathe, which makes the room relatively closed, not only not bothered by fog, but also warm as spring.

A fire is burning in the middle of the room, the hot air in the face makes people warm all over, stretch the body by the fire, the temperature of the flame scorched every part of the body, the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was driven out of the body, the warm heat flowed in the blood, the comfortable feeling made people lazy, lying on the fire and not willing to move.

Everything was so cozy, and it would be perfect if there was also a bowl of hot food.

Of course there is food.

A half-used cauldron is placed on the fire, the liquid in the pot is bubbling, the white cheese is cut into small pieces and melted in the water, staining the soup in the pot milky white, and the aroma of cheese is fragrant and appetizing.

In the milky white soup, the small brown particles are loaded and floating, the air-dried cured meat is cut into small dices and thrown into the soup, and the past fullness is restored under the moisture of the soup, and the crystal fat slowly oozes out from the meat particles, little by little into the soup, so that a thin layer of grease floats on the surface of the soup, and the soup is steaming, and the faint aroma of meat lingers in the closed room, which is not rich, but it can just arouse the appetite that others have suppressed for a long time.

The dusty sweet potato has been peeled off, revealing a beige core, the core has been cut into large quadrilaterals, and it is surging up and down with the boiling soup, and the sweet potato has been boiled thoroughly, and it looks soft and glutinous when it is full of fat, and it is lovely to soak it in the milky white soup.

The floor of the room had been swept clean, Monica's thin socks were grilled by the fire, and she herself was sitting barefoot and bent on a rock by the fire. The long wavy curls were loosely tied behind her head, wrapped in a square turban, and a casual home jacket was put on her easy-to-move leather suit, making her look very homely, with a notebook spread out on her knees, a pen in her hand, and a bow of her head to write and calculate on the notebook. Holding a long-handled ladle in the other hand, he reached into the pot from time to time and stirred a few times, and each time he stirred, the aroma wafting out was even stronger, making those who smell it salivate.

At least make the smelling little Anna salivate.

The little guy was sitting on the ground by the fire, and seemed to dislike the flames very much, and from time to time bared his teeth at the flames and made a threatening appearance, but he was reluctant to smell the fragrance, so he kept a distance not far away, smelling the fragrance in the pot, and his face was intoxicated.

Suddenly, the intoxicated little creature stood up suddenly, opened its hand towards the door, and looked at it with a smile.

Monica's attention was then withdrawn from her notebook, and she looked up at the door, where heavy footsteps rang out, and the door opened, and Babu walked in with a bag of hemp, threw the sack to the fire, and sat down by the fire. The temperature outside plummeted, only a few degrees at most, and Babu felt his hands cold after just walking around outside, and he reached out to roast by the fire, and felt that it was not too enjoyable, so he simply stuffed his hand into the neck of the little thing that had just been buried in his arms.

So there were a few more rows of tooth marks, which were arranged in a very regular way on the hand, and Babu looked at it carefully, well, the teeth were good, quite neat.

"What the hell are you remembering?" Letting the little thing lie in his arms and continue to drool as he smelled the food, Babu asked Monica while roasting the fire, "It's been almost an hour." ”

"Bookkeeping, although it hasn't opened yet, at least we need to know how much inventory we have." Monica handed the ledger to Babu and began to concentrate on stirring the soup in the pot, "If there is a merchant who does not keep accounts, you can also take a look, you don't need to remember, but at least you know." ”

"Trouble, I never think about how much money I have."

Babu sighed, but still obediently took the account book and looked at it, Monica's handwriting was very beautiful, very organized, all the inventory was clear in a row, including today's windfall, not only the gold bars and collars were recorded on it, but even the sixteen diamonds that were evaluated as worthless were recorded one by one, which made Babu's heart moved.

"But...... You're bothered, and you're going to have to work hard every time. ”

"Hey, think beautiful, dead child." Monica glared at him, filled three bowls of rotten hot soup, one of which was stuffed into Babu's hand, and grabbed the ledger by the way, "Hurry up and eat, don't you still have to do experiments after eating." What kind of experiment are you going to do, bring in such a big bag, hey, why is it all food? ”

Monica kicked the sack casually, and several narrow dark green fruits rolled out, rummaging through the bags, all of which were food goods left over from the previous caravan, some of which had even begun to rot in large quantities, emitting a foul smell.

Babu didn't answer, seeing that Anna was holding the small bowl, insisting on scooping it into her mouth even if she was hot and sticking out her tongue, Babu rubbed the little one's head with a smile, and took a bite of the bowl.

The taste is really good, one bite down, the soup is thick and smooth, the meat is very chewy, every bite, the juice mixed with the milky flavor will be squeezed out of the meat grains, the milky aroma and the meat aroma are mixed together, tightly grasp the taste buds, one bite, two bites, every time you chew, you can enjoy the fresh aroma of the soup once.

The meat is hard, but the sweet potato is soft, half of the sweet potato that has been stewed for a long time has been melted into the soup, and the other half is also soft and glutinous to the extreme, and it melts as soon as you sip it, and you don't need to chew it at all. When the melted sweet potato passes through the mouth, the eater realizes that the original tasteless sweet potato has absorbed the juice of the marinated meat, and when you take a sip, it is as delicious as drinking broth.

"Whew", exhaling a breath of hot air, Babu realized that he had actually drunk a large bowl of hot soup into his stomach against the temperature of his hot mouth, and a stream of heat went all the way down the esophagus, not only the limbs and bones were warm, but even his forehead was slightly sweaty.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Monica holding the bowl and pouting her head, her eyes sneaking over one by one, looking like she was about to praise me, and Babu thought about it seriously and finally spoke.

"One more bowl."

"Nasty dead kid." Cursing, Monica raised her head proudly, filled him with a large bowl, snatched the small bowl from Anna's hand, who was licking the bottom of the bowl, and stuffed the refilled bowl back before she cried.

"The experiment was actually quite simple." Babu drank the soup and snorted indistinctly, "Put them all in your precious purse." ”

"Don't think about it." Monica immediately protected the delicate handbag placed in the corner, the expensive and heavy goods in the caravan had been moved to the bag, but there was still some space left, and the weight of the handbag did not change much. It's beautiful, it's so easy to use, and it just makes Monica love it.

But to joke about it, she still put all the food in the sack into the bag, and her movements were careful, especially the food that had been rotted was carefully wrapped before putting it in, lest her beloved handbag be dirty.

"I don't know if a living creature can fit in." Holding the bowl, Babu explained, "If the space prop can only hold non-living objects, as you said, then maybe it could be used for another purpose." ”

"Huh?"

"Keep it fresh."

"Huh? Why? Monica asked, puzzled, "What does non-life have to do with preservation?" ”

"It's hard to explain, and I don't know how I know that." Babu tried hard to explain, "In short, the corruption of food and crops is actually the destruction of some invisible life, and if these lifeforms cannot follow up with the bag, then the food will be dehydrated and dried at most after being put in, and it will never spoil." ”

"Hey, if that's the case, the way of thinking about buying goods in the future will change." Monica's eyes flickered, and finally froze into a sly smile, "Hehe, I understand, the experiment must be successful, otherwise don't want me to cook in the future." ”

"Don't, I ......" The threat was so terrifying, Babu just wanted to say something, suddenly his expression tightened, and he made a gesture of silence, although Monica didn't hear anything, she also closed her mouth for the first time, and her body was motionless and no longer made any sound.

After listening for a few seconds, Babu suddenly pointed out the door and made a 'moving' mouth, and Monica's face sank, and she quietly put on her boots and held the whip in her hand.

"In the caravan." After lip-syncing, Babu picked up Anna and gestured to Monica, "Three, two, one." ”

The next moment, the two of them passed through the open door one after another, one silently touched the main door, the other came out through the window and copied from behind, and the two of them touched the caravan parked at the door one after the other.

Before he got close to the caravan, he saw through the thick fog that a dim light was shaking around the caravan, and when he got a little closer, he saw three normal humans gathering in a pile at the back of the caravan, muttering that he didn't know what he was talking about, and Babu listened, as if discussing the origin of the caravan and what it looked like.

Babu didn't listen any more, the dagger slid into his palm, and the figure disappeared into the fog.

The last of the three was looking around, and a hand slowly stretched out from behind his back, silently wrapping around his neck, clinging to his neck. The man's body instantly stiffened, and he stayed in place and straightened up, not daring to move.