Chapter 1380 Missing Person

The first thing Mo Ye did when he came out of the passenger port was to join the latest batch of refugees arriving in Hong Kong. As for the small things such as the list of people entered by the system, Xiao Qi has already done a full set of things with his eyes open and closed.

The latest batch of inbound refugees had just arrived in Rokla. These people had just escaped from the flames of war, so they didn't notice that there were more or less strangers around.

It didn't take much effort for Mo Ye to sneak in.

"How many refugees are there?"

"More than 10,000, and there will be a whole ship in two days, all of which escaped from the territory of Grand Duke Fels."

"Hey, why don't they go to the Weilan Empire, they all run to us."

"That's the hardest-hit area, maybe just found a place to resettle, and the Zerg attacked again the next day."

"Hehe, why do I feel that the Weilan Empire is unwilling to accept them? I heard that the Weilan Empire has sealed off the border, and even the trade fleet is no longer allowed to travel."

The staff at the passenger port chatted quietly.

Dozens of buzzing mechanical mosquitoes shuttled through the crowd, conveying what they heard and seen to Xiao Qi, and then Xiao Qi analyzed and screened them to find potentially valuable information.

Mo Ye walked at the end of the line, and there were two obviously slow-moving men and women in front of them. They looked very young. The boys were carrying two huge bags one after the other, and they were holding two suitcases in their hands. , while the little girl had a smaller backpack on her back, and it was very difficult to walk.

The visual sense of snail walking is tiring to watch.

Such an image of carrying a heavy burden is not uncommon in the refugee group. Space equipment cannot be bought, and things are reluctant to be thrown away, so they can only carry them on their backs.

Without a home, they can only carry their home on their shoulders.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell to the ground through the hazy gray fog in the sky. It didn't bring much warmth, but added a touch of loneliness.

The refugee group was divided into several groups and boarded the direct express train to the resettlement site.

And sitting next to Mo Ye happened to be the man and woman from before, two very young people. The boy looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. It's even smaller. A young loli of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The two kept their heads down and didn't communicate much.

But they held hands tightly.

Mo Ye glanced at it and knew it in his heart. The little girl is a sixth-level water-type supernatural being. If she has never taken drugs at this age, this level is very good.

"Dear passengers, welcome to take the s009 express direct train. The destination of this trip is the Stamford Bridge community..."

Journey announcements were repeated twice in each of the three languages.

Mo Ye was sitting by the window, looking out the window, there was no trace of green, only the gray sky was passing by quickly.

"Where is that Stamford Bridge, are we going to be staying there next?"

"You don't know that?"

"That's a newly built residential community in Rokla Star."

"This is a heavy industrial planet. The pollution is serious and the air quality is bad. Especially in the industrial factory area, there are radioactive pollution, toxic gases, and dangers. The Freedom Federation actually placed us on such a planet. I want to complain to the Human Rights Committee of the Star Alliance."

"What, this planet is so bad. I don't want to live here forever."

"Hehe, you thought it was so easy to apply for immigration? We are now displaced refugees. It would be nice to have a place to live."

"Go and complain, we support you."

"Isn't this planet claiming a C-level habitability?"

"Hehe, there is no threat of alien beasts, and all kinds of pollution emissions are within the critical value. Isn't it just a C-level planet? You don't just think that all C-level planets are the same."

"Whether it's good or not, this place is safer than those places where the Zerg ravages."

After the initial silence in the carriage, it gradually became noisy. Realizing the reality of needing to enter a strange place to settle down, everyone began to talk about the place they were about to go to.

Not long after, the people on the train were divided into small and large groups.

It is human instinct to get together for warmth.

At this time, Mo Ye looked like an ordinary person who was still in the crowd and couldn't be found for several times. He didn't participate in the conversation, but just quietly stared in a daze. Naturally, no one asked her to form an alliance.

And the two children sitting next to him didn't seem to be able to blend in because they were too silent.

Mo Ye closed his eyes and raised his head, ignoring the occasional noisy sounds from his ears. He closed his eyes and rested his mind, and the light screen in his right eye had already popped out.

It was more than half an hour before arriving at Stamford Bridge, which was enough time for Mo Ye to get acquainted with the mission environment this time.

"Master, this is the satellite map of Planet Rokla, and the marked yellow area is Stamford Bridge."

From a high-altitude view, Rocka Star is divided into countless squares with sharp edges and corners, which are connected together in a network. These metal blocks with different shades of color represent different production areas.

Metal smelting, metal manufacturing, and chemical manufacturing are the three major industries in Rockstar.

There are many factories of military materials manufacturing enterprises on this planet, which produce military parts and components. Many factories are high-risk areas. Working in these places requires long-term exposure to high-radiation environments.

The most special thing about this planet is probably that there are three large oil fields in the southern hemisphere, where oil, an old energy source that has long since disappeared, can be exploited.

Although flowing black energy is very rare in the Star Alliance, its value is unquestionable. The daily production of these three large oil fields can provide all the energy required for the production of all heavy industries on the entire planet, which is more expensive than energy mines. It is several times cheaper. Although the process is a little more troublesome and the pollution is a little heavier, but for this industrial planet where few people live, those things are not very important.

Of course, compared with other planets, the air quality here is worse by more than one level, which is also related to the density of heavy industrial plants here.

Rokla Star is not divided into regions by cities. The continent of the planet is divided by the territories of various enterprises. In other words, the land of this planet is openly sold, and any enterprise or individual that looks at it can buy or rent and build factories. , the federal government will not interfere.

Most of the aborigines on this planet chose to find jobs in these factories. Those who have the conditions choose to emigrate and leave to live on other planets.

Mo Ye looked at the map of Rokla Star. There were different icons above each square, which represented the company or the family emblem of the family to which it belonged, which was also a symbol of the division of power.

As for the three oil fields, they are directly under the development of the federal government. Among these metallic squares, the place with the green puppet logo is particularly conspicuous. This is the place where humans live on Planet Rock.

The entire Rokla planet has a population of less than 600,000, precisely because of the sparse population. It is located in the border area, so the federal government will use it as a refugee resettlement site.

All right. In fact, no planet is willing to open its doors to accept countless refugees. The more prosperous a planet is, the harder it is to absorb tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of unemployed refugees. Only the sparsely populated places like this one can act as a buffer. It is convenient for distribution.

There are a total of five communities on the entire planet, and the community with the smallest population has less than 50,000 people.

For the convenience of management, the refugees were concentrated in the largest residential community, Stamford Bridge.

In fact, Luo Laxing has been very meticulous in the resettlement of refugees, and can apply for corresponding jobs according to his education and expertise. Once admitted, you can leave here to take up employment.

Even if there is no suitable job to stay in Rokla Star, they can still obtain basic survival guarantees, and life is naturally not as comfortable as before. But at least it's safe.

Of course, if you have enough financial support, you can choose to apply for immigration.

Mo Ye's current identity is one of the refugees, and Xiaoqi created a fake identity card for him, an ordinary student from Fels College.

Xiao Qi said excitedly as if suddenly discovering a new continent. "Master, according to the data comparison, I found that the environment here is much better than the earth before the cataclysm."

Mo Ye "..."

Little Seven, isn't your point of attention a bit too crooked!

There have been missing persons at Stamford Bridge for two months. There is no obvious preference for men, women and children. Most of these people never came home after going out early in the morning.

Even the monitoring in the community could not detect any clues. This also made the local patrol police very troublesome and had to ask for help.

"Xiao Qi, when was the last time someone reported her missing?"

"Two days ago."

In other words, it is very likely that someone will disappear again within a few days.

"Call out the list and information of the currently identified missing persons."

"Good master."

The information of all the missing persons quickly appeared in front of Mo Ye. Mo Ye zoomed in on one of the light screens. In the picture was an old woman with white hair. The last picture that appeared on the surveillance was the old lady walking into a room. Hotel, and then no more news.

This is the oldest missing person who is 130 years old and the last missing person who disappeared two days ago.

"Xiaoqi, analyze the commonalities and differences among all the missing persons."

"The master is ready." Xiao Qi listed the comparison data he had prepared earlier in the morning.

"Apart from being refugees, these people have no relatives or friends around them, and their interpersonal relationships in the community are not very warm. Except for the old woman, the rest are physical practitioners above level six. Other than that, there is no apparent connection at this time."

Mo Ye lightly tapped the armrest with his right hand, level six or above, is this a physical requirement or just a coincidence?

"Before this, was there any case of missing persons in Rocka?"

"No, the missing persons were first discovered two months ago."

In other words, this is either aimed at refugees, or the instigator is one of the refugees. Because the community is independent, it is difficult for him to pose a threat to the local residents, and the risk of choosing refugees is lower, especially for lone travelers without relatives or friends. The disappearance could not be found in time.

Several people on the missing list were missing for more than two weeks before they were discovered missing.

"Is this the only community where people are missing?"

"This is the master for the time being."

What Mo Ye didn't expect was that this rule would be broken soon after she came to Stamford Bridge.

Forty minutes later, the direct train arrived at the train station in the Stamford Bridge community.

During the time when the levitation train was running, Mo Ye also read all the information related to the mission.

Follow the big troops, and when you walk out from the site, you will see a group of square buildings with extremely regular patterns. The four characters of Stamford Bridge stand at the entrance.

Need to register one by one to enter the community.

Mo Ye scanned the identity card, and Xiaoqi's forged refugee identity was displayed on the robot's light screen.

"The verification is correct, you can enter."

"Please select housing rations."

The free housing arrangement is of course different from the paid environment, the more expensive the better the conditions.

In order to facilitate things, Mo Ye naturally chose a single room, and he needed to pay 100 sonars a month, which was equivalent to one interstellar currency to live for more than a year.

Mo Ye took the key card and walked towards 603, building a13, thinking that this price was really a cost price, cheap.

A six-storey house is divided into sixteen studio suites.

At a glance, Xiao Qi knew that such a building was a temporary simple finished house, the houses were close to each other, the people walking on the street looked gloomy and hurried, and the air of the whole community was full of inexplicable depression and anxiety.

The man and woman I met before happened to be walking in front of Mo Ye, and they seemed to be on the same road.

Standing in front of the gray-green building, the girl held the boy's hand tightly, and spoke for the first time, "Brother, we will live here from now on, is this our home?"

The handsome boy bent slightly, "Well, we are home together."

The girl nodded heavily, "Yes."

Mo Ye followed them into building a13. Coincidentally, the brother and sister lived opposite her.

Running all the way, no matter whether everyone is satisfied or not, they abandoned their homes in the flames of war and escaped to a quiet and safe place. All the tension was suddenly let go, and exhaustion swept over.

The night was thick, and the exhausted refugees had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the night, Mo Ye didn't want to sleep, but first arranged two simple magic circles in the house to prevent people from entering or breaking in by mistake.

the next day,

The morning breeze blows, bringing a touch of coolness.

Even though the magic element here was depressed, Mo Ye still insisted on meditating.

It was already after ten o'clock when I went out, and the streets in the community were already very lively.

Refugees without a job gathered to discuss immigration departure or to follow the latest frontline battle reports of the Covenant and Zerg, and get together with their respective small groups.

"Woo--"

"Woo--"

While everyone was busy, sirens rang through the sky one after another.

"Everyone gathers at the nearest community square immediately, and everyone immediately gathers at the community square near them."

I was taken aback by the sound of the siren. Because of the shadow of the Zerg invasion, I still don't know what happened. All the refugees have already rushed to the nearby central square. Who knows if the Zerg is calling.

The few locals at Stamford Bridge also rushed over in a daze.

Everyone was terrified and didn't understand what happened. (To be continued.)