Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Of course, their doubts were soon resolved.

At the registration office, the person in charge of registration waved his hand impatiently, "I've already told you that you need to rent to enter the base. You can't even afford three days of rations, and you don't have nuclear crystals. According to the regulations, you can't enter."

"Next!"

The ruthless hands waved, as if saying silently, get out.

The woman hugged her child tightly and knelt down without saying a word. People behind her wanted to come forward to register but were unable to do so.

"I beg you, even if you don't let me in, can you let my child in? She is only four years old and still has a fever. Come with me to find supplies. I'm afraid..."

What is she afraid of?

Afraid that I won’t be able to come back.

I’m afraid the little girl’s fever won’t last this long!

I'm afraid I can't protect others...

The woman holding the little girl knelt on the ground and begged bitterly.

The people behind her felt very sympathetic when they saw the woman kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Whether it was the disdain and impatience on the registration staff's face, or the woman holding her child with tears in her eyes, desperate and struggling.

It’s as if people are automatically divided into several classes, and ordinary people like them who can’t pay the rent seem to be automatically classified as the lowest class.

"I can go find supplies later. I can kill zombies. I beg you to let my daughter in first. She has a fever!"

The desperate cries for help silenced many people.

In the past, there would definitely be someone willing to lend a helping hand in such a situation.

But now, except for a few people with special powers standing at the top of the pyramid, everyone else can hardly save themselves. They can neither save others nor themselves.

Chen Qiyu gritted her teeth and looked at her boyfriend who was still running a low-grade fever and was barely able to stand with the help of others.

Still he couldn't bear to watch any further, so he put Wu Xingbai down temporarily and took the antipyretic medicine to give to the woman who was already kowtowing and whose forehead was red from kowtowing.

I kept three packets of medicine just in case.

She doesn't need to use it herself, but Xingbai's fever hasn't completely subsided. If it comes back and there's no medicine, it will be a big problem.

Chen Qiyu stuffed the medicine into the woman's hand, held her hand tightly, and said softly.

"Sister, stop knocking. I have some antipyretic medicine here. Give it to your daughter first."

"Even if not for yourself, for your daughter, you have to try your best to survive. What's the point of sending her in? Even if she survives by chance, how do you think a little girl can survive alone in the end times?"

"Big sister, get up."

Even adults have a hard time surviving in this apocalypse, and it will be even harder for children.

Although the attitude of the registration staff was a bit bad, it also indirectly showed the true side of this doomsday.

The world is so realistic. If you are useful, others will treat you differently.

Useless people can be stepped on by anyone.

The woman was stunned, the tears on her face were not yet dry, and Chen Qiyu's caring and compassionate face was clearly reflected in her tearful eyes.

At this moment, her heart, which had been soaking in the cold lake water, suddenly warmed up.

She stood up holding her daughter, and then smiled and cried, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

I was choking up when I said this.

On and off.

I was too excited just now and wanted to say a few more words, but I found that I was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say.

"In the end times, everyone is having a hard time living. We'll help in any way we can. I hope your daughter can get through this successfully." Chen Qiyu touched the little girl's forehead, his tone calm and gentle as it had been a long time since he spoke.

She really hoped that the little girl could survive.

Although mankind has now reached the end of the world, it is always a good thing if one less person dies.

The woman didn't know what to say. She could only hug the man with tears in her eyes and keep saying thank you.

We just finally solved the problem here, but something went wrong there.

The registration staff waved his hands with disgust, "What do you think our base is? A shelter for disaster victims? You are all here to get something for nothing, and you want to get away with it without doing anything!"

The people he disliked were a brother and sister, both of whom seemed to be teenagers and had no other relatives around them.

"Get lost, what do you think we are? We are just a bunch of people here, with nothing to ask for. We are worse than beggars!"

When the registrar saw that they were still standing there, my sister tried to persuade him, but ended up being pushed away instead.

The staff thought they were troublesome and in the way and pushed them away.

The younger brother, who had been silent the whole time, quickly caught his sister and glared at the man who had done it with a fierce look.

"You are no better than a beggar."

My voice was hoarse as soon as I opened my mouth. I don’t know if it was because of the voice change or some other reason.

The staff member's face turned pale when he saw this. Since the end of the world came, he had been assigned here to do the registration.

These people were all very respectful and cautious towards him, how could they dare to humiliate him like this!

How dare a little kid like that, who hasn't even fully grown his hair, say that to him? He's courting death!

"Heh, you siblings, forget about entering the base. Even if you gather ten first-level nuclear crystals or two days' worth of food, I won't let you in!"

After saying that, in order to vent his anger, the staff member angrily kicked the boy several times.

The boy dodged the first few kicks, but suddenly couldn't dodge the last kick. He felt dizzy and was kicked and fell to the ground.

The wound hidden under his sleeve was revealed as he fell.

There was a wound of neither deep nor shallow going up from the wrist, which looked like it was caused by a sharp blade, but also like it was caused by... a fingernail.

Anyway, the staff was stunned by the wound, and then they shouted, "Catch him, he was scratched by a zombie! He will soon turn into a zombie."

The hideous face, fearful eyes and a somewhat smug expression were contagious to others.

Almost all the people in the queue are ordinary people, and there are no people with special abilities.

When they suddenly encountered a zombie that might be infected, they instinctively stepped back, looking at the brother and sister as if they were some kind of infectious virus, with fear and disgust.

"He... was injured by a zombie! Quick, kill him!"

"What zombie?"

"where is it?"

"The younger brother of the siblings has a wound on his arm. It looks like it was caused by a zombie."

With the staff's shout, the news spread quickly among the crowd like wings.

The eyes with which people looked at them were no longer filled with pity and empathy as before, but they were now viewed as vicious snakes and scorpions, and they tried to avoid them as much as possible.

The elder sister was terrified, and instinctively protected her younger brother, stammering, "No, that's not it!"

"Ah Qing wasn't scratched by the zombies, he just fell down accidentally..."

"Ah Qing is not a zombie, he won't hurt..."

Although she tried hard to explain, others were convinced that the wound on the boy's arm was caused by a zombie and refused to listen to her explanation.

She didn't understand why a small wound could be equated with a zombie, and why all of them believed it when one person shouted a slogan!

Just one wound and they become the rats crossing the street that everyone wants to kill.