By the stove, Lin Tuo looked at the girl who was biting her lip and didn't say a word, feeling a little helpless.
Torture to extract a confession?
He is not a villain.
I came here just at the right time. I wanted to find someone to understand the situation of this wasteland. It would not be tortured, but the other party was unwilling to communicate, and the conversation would be difficult to start.
"It seems that you are unwilling to cooperate." With a sigh, Lin Tuo's voice was a little disappointed, and he raised the steel pipe in his hand.
on the floor.
Huaxi immediately became nervous, staring at him vigilantly, thinking: here comes, here comes, so we still have to torture, right?
How to do?
Say? Still hold on?
Chaos thoughts surged in her mind, but the next second, Lin Tuo's movements made her stay.
Lin Tuo turned his chair and stopped looking at her. He poked the ground with a steel pipe. That huge backpack was stubbornly clattering.
Lin Tuo's eyes suddenly became curious.
You know, when the little girl ran away, she didn't forget to bring this thing, and it was because of this that she slowed down a bit, otherwise, she might have really let her run away.
"Prickly..." Reached out, pinched the slightly rusty metal zipper on the backpack and opened it, and then the contents inside were revealed.
Lin Tuo's eyes shrank slightly, a little surprised.
In this backpack, there are actually brand new weapons and ammunition!
To be precise, most of them are groups of bullets, all of the same type, touched by hand, cold and biting, and glowing with a yellow glow under the fire.
It was filled with most of the backpack, roughly estimated to be at least a few thousand.
In addition, there are a small number of gun parts disassembled into parts, dozens of grenades, scopes and other items in the backpack.
They are all brand new, there is still unevaporated grease on the barrel, and it seems to be a new gun.
This little girl was carrying a large bag of arms!
Lin Tuo glanced at her weirdly and said, "Those soldiers chasing you, isn't it just for these things? You stole someone's weapons arsenal?"
"I didn't! This was originally no owner! And I discovered it first!"
Hearing this, the fierce little girl retorted as if she was very angry.
"I didn't steal it? I can't see it..." Lin Tuo threw the bullet back in his hand, pointed to the food under the bed that had been sculpted by Huaxi, and said, "Aren't you just coming in to steal someone's food?"
Huaxi was speechless, choked and couldn't speak.
After a long while, he muffled and said: "This is all exploited by them. I am robbing the rich and helping the poor!"
With that, the colic caused by hunger in her belly made her frown and closed her mouth.
Lin Tuo didn't continue to ask, but looked at the food curiously.
The most were pickled dried meat, and some strange-looking vegetables and plant roots that he had never seen before.
Come to think of it, they are all mutated and survived plants on the waste soil.
In contrast, some foods that clearly have an "old age" atmosphere are more attractive.
Such as honey encapsulated in glass bottles, and white wine that has long lost its label...and...
"can?"
Lin Tuo curiously picked up a well-sealed tin can and wiped the lower surface, the logo on it was still faintly identifiable.
Looking for the production date, and comparing it to the "destroy" time marked in the operation log, this can was produced before the "destroy".
In other words, these are indeed foods that have been preserved a long time ago.
It's just not clear how long it has been since the destruction of the Crazy Emperor in this era.
"Guru~Guru~"
Just when Lin Tuo's thoughts drifted away, the sound next to him drew his attention back.
Turning his head to look at the little girl named Huaxi, a smile appeared in Lin Tuo's eyes and said:
"It seems you are really hungry."
"I'm not hungry!" Huaxi rolled his head stubbornly, and then continued to cry in despair.
As a result, the solemn atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird.
"Would you like to eat? Answer my question and I will give it to you." Lin Tuo's eyes became more smiling.
Seeing that Huaxi didn't answer, he didn't touch the can. After all, this thing may have been left for long, and who knows if it can be eaten.
Turning to the honey jar, he took an iron basin from the table and put it on the fire to melt.
I tasted it deliberately and was amazed. Then I used the iron drill beside the furnace to wear some dried meat and plant roots that looked like potatoes, and stuffed them into the furnace to roast.
Soon, the not strong food aroma will escape.
Frankly speaking, Lin Tuo has no appetite for these foods.
Especially under the premise of having a hot pot meal not long ago, it is clear that these foods are already considered precious and delicious in this wasteland.
This can be judged only from the skinny and obviously not enough refugees in the town square.
And in this silent contest, after a long while, Huaxi finally couldn't hold back, gritted his teeth and said: "I promise you!"
"what?"
"I said you can ask, give me food!" The little girl gritted her teeth, unwilling to say.
Lin Tuo smiled.
"Well, I'm a fair person. If you answer me a question, I will let you take a bite. Isn't it fair?"
"Well, my first question is, what year is it now? Or, how many years are it from the disaster that destroyed the world?"
Lin Tuo sat in the chair again and asked seriously.
? ?
On the floor, Huaxi's expression became more and more weird.
In her opinion, this question is really weird, but it is true that not everyone can answer this question.
For example, those alienated people and refugees at the bottom of the wasteland may not be able to answer.
"Now it is 31 years of catastrophe. At least, everyone agrees to say that. Therefore, it should be 31 years from the old times." Huaxi said.
"Are you not sure?" Lin Tuo asked back.
Huaxi was suffering from stomach cramps and felt that she was starving to death, so she could only honestly say:
"I haven't experienced the old age, how can I say it?"
Well, that's right. From her appearance, she is only a decade old. If thirty years have passed, she should belong to the aboriginal people of the Wasteland Era.
Well, or according to these people, call it the age of catastrophe.
Lin Tuo nodded secretly. Thirty years... is not too surprising. From seeing the dilapidation of the buildings in the town, he has already guessed.
"I answered, you should give me something to eat." Huaxi couldn't help reminding him when he was lost in thought.
Lin Tuo then recovered and passed the iron drill in his hand.
Huaxi didn't care about being hot. The activation of the body's repairing ability made the last bit of food in her stomach have been digested, and she really couldn't hold it.
He opened his mouth, took a mouthful, and swallowed a whole half-baked mutant potato.
After chewing a few mouthfuls in a hurry, he tried to swallow, but was choked and rolled his eyes.
"As for... how long have you not eaten..."
Lin Tuo's eyelids jumped, hesitated, poured a glass of water into her.
The water was burned, but it still looked very turbid and not very clean.
"Cough...cough cough..." Seeing that Huaxi had no problem, Lin Tuo continued to ask:
"The second question is, what is the human society on this continent today? I mean, how many people are there, who will rule them, how many industrial facilities are still in operation? Or are they gone?..."
This question is a lot more complicated, and Huaxi didn't understand it all at once.
Lin Tuo explained for a while, she gave out the information she knew intermittently.
After Lin Tuo's piece together and restoring, the situation was probably figured out.
Simply put, the situation in the wasteland is indeed slightly better than he expected, but it is also limited.
According to Huaxi.
After the "catastrophe", the environment of the entire "world" deteriorated, everything died, many people died, and the "city" of the old era was almost completely shut down.
Many cities close to the west have collapsed, and those far away from the "seismic source" are slightly better, but the human industrial structure has also been completely and irreversibly destroyed.
A large number of human deaths, loss of knowledge, strong energy interference caused the scrapping of electrical equipment, the collapse of the entire industrial base...The entire human civilization has gone back hundreds of years in a very short time.
In order to survive, people began to rush to store food, which led to riots and subsequent wars.
It is precisely by relying on those food reserves that humans survived the most difficult period of time.
But this is not without cost.
The scramble for food has caused mankind to completely miss the opportunity to rebuild the industrial structure.
Later, when the world's temperature dropped, radiation clouds covered the entire continent, and the remaining humans suffered a new round of disasters.
The energy flow caused by the "annihilation bomb" killed many normal life, but some life has survived tenaciously through evolution and mutation.
Animals in the wild have been the first to undergo mutations, becoming more ferocious, terrifying, and bloodthirsty... and compete with humans for precious survival supplies.
Then, the human group also changed.
Most humans began to suffer from various strange diseases, mental disorders, or skin ulcers... and the offspring of these people were more deformed, but somehow they survived.
A small number of humans have undergone the opposite change.
Their physical fitness began to increase, their endurance, agility, and strength improved, and they rarely contracted the disease.
Although the appearance still maintains the human appearance, in fact, it seems to be evolving in the direction of "superhuman".
And the offspring born of these few people not only inherited this "excellent" mutation, but also have the probability that they are born with some special and extraordinary abilities.
It is precisely because of the existence of these people that mankind finally barely gained a foothold in this wasteland.
Some powerful people began to recruit people in the old-time "company" model, occupying some well-preserved cities, driving those who have not "evolved" to collect old-age creations from the ruins.
Search as much as possible.
Then try to use those machines that have been preserved for decades to resume production.
However, this is ultimately too difficult.
The retrogression of civilization and the loss of knowledge make people unable to understand the "principle" at all, and can only rely on the creations left over from the old era to carry out some simple production activities.
Under such a pattern, the whole wasteland gradually established a pattern of three major forces standing on each other.
They are:
"Burning Fire Company", "Grey Mountain Group", and "Floating Doomsday".
And Huaxi is one of the latter.
