MC Bookstore Chapter 2077 Humans Within the Barrier
Chapter 2077 Humans Within the Barrier
Inside the barrier.
Jiangcheng, a city Yang Feng once knew well.
A large number of refugees have now poured in.
Within the entire barrier, these six billion people were like grains of sand poured into a narrow anthill, every inch of land crammed with desperate bodies.
As one of China's former megacities, it seems to be the first choice for many people.
But now, the once bustling city of Jiangcheng is completely unrecognizable.
The windows of the high-rise buildings were broken, and dirty tarpaulins were hung on the balconies. The streets were no longer passageways, but a stinking maze made of human walls.
The air was so thick you could wring out a sour smell—a mixture of sweat, excrement, blood, and long-untreated corpses.
The city seemed to have become a prison or cage without boundaries.
The food rationing station is the only magnetic pole in this hell.
On the first day, order was only cracked.
People lined up in queues that stretched for dozens of kilometers.
The ancient martial artists of the mountains and rivers began distributing food to them inside the tents.
However, the rations were pitifully small, with some people receiving only half a piece of bread and a little bit of rice.
The sunlight inside the barrier seemed too abundant.
Under the high temperature, the rice has a slightly sour smell.
But to the starving crowd, it was like a feast.
"Today's quota has been exhausted!"
As evening fell, the sound of the loudspeaker blared like a death knell.
The front of the line erupted in despairing cries, while those behind continued to push forward, as if the nothingness could be turned into food if they got any closer.
The pushing turned into a stampede, and the screams were drowned out by the roars of the crowd.
This place has been closed for more than half a month now.
In the first three days, morality began to crumble piece by piece.
Supermarkets, warehouses, and even every corner of residential buildings were looted more than ten times.
For a bag of expired cookies, someone might stab three people to death.
"Butcher shops" began to appear in the alleys.
Goods covered with rags were kept from being traced by the public.
The price is gold or bullets, and occasionally a young body.
The water purification system had long since collapsed, and people were drinking yellow river water. Diarrhea and plague spread like wildfire, and corpses, which could not be burned in time, were piled up in the square, forming small hills. Crows swarmed on top of them, becoming the top layer of this new ecosystem.
The first week has just passed.
Social restructuring.
New tribes are formed based on neighborhoods, ancestral homes, or simply armed forces.
The group with the most firearms and the most able-bodied men controlled the remaining resource points.
They devised their own rationing rules: women, children, and the elderly were the first to have their shares reduced, followed by the useless.
For example, teachers, artists, programmers... anyone who cannot directly contribute force or labor.
Jiangcheng Gymnasium has become the largest trading market.
Everything is sold here.
One box of antibiotics can save two human legs.
A handgun can give a family absolute control.
Clean water was auctioned off by the milliliter, and the buyers were the gang leaders whose faces still had a bit of oil on them.
In the stands, the seats that once cheered were now crammed with empty-eyed people waiting to be sold, their teeth and limbs being examined like livestock.
As time went on.
The screening process has entered a self-conscious phase.
Sima Mountain's ruthless design demonstrates its efficiency.
Food supplies have never increased, but the population is declining rapidly.
The survivors began to form a distorted consensus: elimination was necessary, even beneficial.
On the streets at night, besides the torches of patrol gangs, there are even more clandestine hunts.
The squads known as the Scavengers specifically seek out the weak; their purpose is no longer to plunder, but to reduce their own losses.
This behavior even took on a strange, ritualistic feel.
Before killing, they would whisper "for the sake of more people living," as if that could erase the essence of the murder.
The hospital has long been an extension of the morgue.
But in a dilapidated clinic, a former surgeon is performing optimization surgery with rusty instruments.
Amputating limbs of severely injured individuals to reduce their metabolic needs, or simply providing the ultimate service to starving groups.
He had a handwritten price list posted on the wall, the last line of which read: 'Painless eternal sleep.'
Everyone knows what will happen to these people's bodies after they are put to eternal sleep.
The most terrifying thing is adaptation.
The children quickly learned to find unrotted leather belts in piles of corpses to make soup.
The mother would calmly weigh which child was more likely to survive, and then secretly slip food to them.
The once polite neighbor can now smile and smash someone's skull for half a pill.
Tears have become a luxury, and compassion is a deadly disease.
People talk about "who died yesterday" as if they were talking about the weather, and the last bit of light deep in their pupils gradually goes out, turning into glass beads that reflect false sunlight.
And in the former building of the Bureau of Investigation.
The flags of the mountains and rivers flutter.
There was the only clean window in the entire city, where green plants and figures could be vaguely seen moving about.
Everyone in the hell below knows of its existence; there is food, water, electricity, and order there.
But everyone also knows that anyone who gets close to that place will be mercilessly wiped out by the people of Shanhe.
The rooftop of the building.
Sima Shan calmly observed everything in the distance.
The city was stained with blood, and people were killing each other.
Sima Shan's eyes held a hint of disdain.
Black Scale followed behind and reported, "Lord Shan, Lord Lü Long just sent word from South Asia that things are progressing well there. They've already lost a third of their population, and the numbers are still rapidly decreasing."
"His is faster than this."
"Yes, after all, there are cultural differences, but I think it will be soon here too."
Looking into the distance, Hei Lin said, "Our food rations are already being reduced. Based on the current situation, we can probably only feed about 200 million people. They will find the rest themselves."
"Hmm, not bad."
Sima Shan nodded in satisfaction and asked, "What about the area I arranged before?"
"You mean Donghe Town?"
"Have all the people been arranged there?"
"Yes, one advantage there is that it's a brand new city with not many locals, making it suitable for settling those on the list. And many of the facilities are also brand new."
Black Scales answered.
The list he mentioned was naturally comprised of people they had selected, people they considered valuable.
These people are primarily scientists and other individuals who contribute to civilization.
These are the people that Sima Shan wants to keep.
His expression was displeased as he said, "Yang Feng took a group of people away, but ultimately he couldn't take them all with him."
"Yes, but the Donghe Town he built is quite suitable."
"That's why I didn't interfere with him back then."
Sima Shan's lips curled into a smile.
In Sima Shan's eyes.
The new city that Yang Feng painstakingly built was nothing more than an inheritance left to him.
That is indeed the case now.
Because this place has become a city without any historical or cultural foundation, there are no longer many complex relationships.
Sima Shan can create whatever he wants on a blank sheet of paper.