"Heavenly killed!" "Don't move!"

"Outsider, put down your weapons!" "Nova, hurry up and call the mayor!"

A gunfight seems to be about to break out at Moriarty Bar...it seems to be just.

"A misunderstanding, another misunderstanding... parting, Brother Bing, although this subconscious reaction will never be wrong, and there is no need to be timid in the future, but this time I have to put down the gun to apologize," Leeds came to the bar with a big hand, that is, in the middle of the confrontation between the two sides, and explained to the old man who was suspected of the store manager who had just ordered, "We are tourists from overseas. The people we know who look like that are not only irrational and aggressive, but also make the people he attacked become the same, which is the so-called virus infection... So there was some overreaction just now, I am really sorry."

“…It’s not a zombie.”

"I'm sorry, it's so strange that we're rarely seen."

Claus and Lyon were still very obedient. Besides, they had already discovered that the "monster" they subconsciously aimed at with their guns did not attack people, and even the eyes hidden in the disgusting eye sockets were full of energy.

"Tourists from overseas... although they don't believe in this statement, they really don't think you are like wasteland residents, Nova, put down your weapons."

"Now, look~ aren't there two super good men~~ It's exactly the same level as the others~"

Everyone in this world carries weapons with them except children and those who can't afford weapons. Similarly, the enemy will never put down their weapons first and will not put down their weapons. It is also a must-have vigilance for survival... Fortunately, the boss Moriarty Colin has not been so crazy that he took the opportunity to order an attack.

Originally, he just raised his gun for self-defense.

"Hey, I haven't encountered similar situations for many years... Slim, tell me what do you know like people like us 'zombies'?" The bar waiter Gaiber was actually quite calm. "Oh, by the way, we were people who were unable to enter the shelter before the war and were mutated by radiation. It's not contagious, but some people's brains were also affected... If you want to deal with the violent zombies, you can do it."

In fact, this statement is not accurate. These "zombies" are citizens who were infected with the FEV virus and were exposed to large doses of radiation. In this case, the FEV virus forces the organs to shrink and freeze their metabolism, which greatly increases their lifespan. However, due to the slow metabolism, their muscles begin to shrink and their skin becomes prone to deform or even fall off under external influences - that is to say, they are also virus carriers, but they themselves do not notice it, and they are indeed not as contagious as the biochemical viruses in their world in Lyon.

"That's not easy to explain in detail. In short, it's a disaster that is much worse than you think... As an apology, give me some snacks and a bar." In order to calm down the atmosphere, Lyon forced himself to sit in front of the bar and threw down some bottle caps for consumption.

Customers are God as effective in this world, at least the bar owner has a much relaxed look.

"That is to say, you...there are many zombies outside?" Poole asked curiously with an expression that could not stand it.

"Boy, you can tell that you just ran out of the 101 refuge?" The clothes on your body say everything, "But it's better to be a slick person. Hypocritical compliments are always easier to make things better than bad words... Write about the white-haired and smooth skin just now."

"...I'll pay attention." Poole was a little embarrassed and upset when he was accused of being polite.

"In addition to zombies like me, there are also various mutant creatures such as super mutants, polyps, and even the most terrifying death claws. If you want to survive in this wasteland, you'd better go to other places to inquire about these things."

"Thank you, thank you." I didn't expect to get a kind reminder from such... 'people'. It's really a person who should not behave like a person.

This is even more true for Lyon and Claus. They pointed guns at them just now.

"Boss, the mayor said you seem to have met a middle-aged man who is suspected to have come out of the 101 refuge recently. Now that the child is coming to look for his dad, can you tell him how to find his dad?" Leeds said so and let him go, and Poole had already run over to take over his position.

"God, you are the little baby boy from that time... Your father left after getting what he wanted. It seems that you are the same?" Moriarty Colin looked very touched, but he didn't know how sincere it was.

"You must be kidding. My dad and I were both born in 101 refuge, and you can't have seen me."

"Ha? That's what your dad said?!... Well, I understand that he hopes to live in the shelter safely," Moriarty laughed. "Your dad, his brother-in-law, and you once lived in this bar... It took a lot of days before he was accepted into the shelter supervision~"

"What?!" This is inconsistent with the knowledge Poole has received since childhood!

He wanted to suspect the other party and lie, but his father suddenly ran out of the shelter privately, which was a very abnormal situation, and it was faintly reflected in his words.

"Let me guess that the extremely closed refuge is still a brainwashing education of 'Long Live Supervision'? The guy who escaped five years ago still said that."

"……………” It turned out that it was not the "no one has ever left the shelter" mentioned by the supervisor, but they have been kept in the dark. As for the insiders, could it be cleaned up like he had been half a day ago? But he was lucky enough to escape...

"Ah, I'll stop thinking about it. The news is the product. If you want to know where your father went, you have to pay the bottle cap. I hope you who just came out of the wasteland can understand this." To put it nicely, in fact, you just want to make a fortune, right?

"How much do you want?" Poole, who had just received the impact, didn't think anything. He didn't regard this man as his father's friend at all... In fact, it was not, it was just a relationship between the store and the consumer.

“300 bottle caps~”

"!" I only got a reward of 100 after dismantling a nuclear bomb. Is this quotation too fierce?

"By the way, can I change the payment method?" Leeds interrupted as Poole tried to use his almost zero bargaining skill (because there was no currency in the shelter).

"?"

"Because the young man over there did something, the mayor gave us a small house..." The food he bought in 100 bottles of caps was given to the residents of the town. The mayor seemed to feel embarrassed, or maybe he wanted to leave this group of talented and generous passersby to get this special benefit. "As you see, we are about to set off to find his father. The house is empty and empty, so why not give it to you? Of course, it is best to give it to the lady over there as an employee dormitory. Poole doesn't want his house to be always used by other men."

"…This proposal is acceptable," Moriarty glanced at employee Nova, "I mean renting it to a guest."

"Of course, we still have to stay overnight tonight... How many days will we rent for 300 bottle caps? What should we do if we haven't come back after the expiration? Just do it casually. After all, Poole has just left the shelter. The world is so big. It's very unlikely that he will use this place as his home..." In fact, Poole never regarded it as his home in this life... But Moriarty did not really have a message to change to a big house, and the mayor took it back later~~

"Okay, I was convinced by you."

“Ha~”

"Are you the so-called eloquence and trading skills..." The wasteland academic master learned something again.
Chapter completed!