Chapter 222 Are They All Geniuses?

The distant and cold winter sun shone with just the right amount of brilliance in the sky.

The black iron wall of the city gradually emerged at the end of the field of vision, and there were not many twists and turns along the way.

We have arrived.

When the refugees saw the city from afar, they were obviously excited, and their bodies, which were originally lifeless and looked like zombies, suddenly emerged from the depths of their bodies.

For most of them... or all of them, they had only lived in a wilderness oasis called Jinshuizhou Town for the first half of their lives.

What does the city look like?

They had only seen and heard about it in some pamphlets and rumors.

It turned out that it was so big...

The steel wall was taller than the tallest thing they had ever seen, and it seemed to be built straight up to the sky.

The humans hiding in it must be living a happy life, without having to worry about whether they could wake up the next day.

So... are they going to live in a city like this next?

...

It looks close, but it feels far away.

The refugees' physical strength had been almost exhausted. If they had not seen the city clearly, they would have fallen to the ground.

The last section of the journey took them almost to dusk.

Instead of going to the military camp, they came to a place outside the city that Bai'e had never been to.

The simple buildings were built almost close to the city wall and looked a little dilapidated. There was also a gathering place outside the city in the distance, but it was not a black street.

This place was closer to another gate of the city.

"Send them to the handover."

Captain No. 1 obviously knew the process. The city had its own set of standard procedures for dealing with newly joined refugees.

The person in charge of the reception had a stern face. It was hard to tell whether it was the military-style silence or extreme fatigue and numbness. He just stood on the side of the road and stared at the endless gray-black team with his dead fish eyes.

The smell of the refugees made him frown slightly impatiently, "So many?"

"Four hundred and five." Captain No. 1 replied.

In the encounter with the orcs, some unfortunate refugees were hit by the orcs' inaccurate guns.

"Oh~" the guide nodded, "Let them line up and wait here, and go in one by one."

"Come, line up and follow this adult."

Under the guidance of Captain No. 1, the soldiers of the joint team maintained order at the scene.

"Everyone is waiting in line here, don't panic, don't be anxious, this is the last checkpoint to enter the city, and there are some necessary inspections."

"You will listen to the instructions of those adults later, and do whatever you are told to do, understand?"

Along the way, the soldiers were quite familiar with these refugees, and at this moment they greeted them for the last time.

After all, what happened next had nothing to do with them.

Bai Er stood on the side of the road, watching the refugees passing by one by one. Everyone looked at him gratefully, and even if they didn't speak, they would smile and nod as respectfully as possible.

He smiled the whole time, trying to comfort them as much as possible about their confusion about the unknown, "It's okay, just follow them."

Until Murphy and Kiloran walked past, Kiloran looked at Bai'e firmly, "I will find you, sir."

Bai'e still chuckled, "You can do it yourself."

Everyone has their own choice, and he has no right to interfere.

Until watching the team being handed over and settled, Dashan turned around and left, he approached Bai'e and asked curiously: "Why didn't I see the old man among the refugees?"

"..." Bai'e paused with a smile on his face, and then shook his head, "Didn't they report missing last night?"

"Oh~ I remember I saw him last night."

Dashan touched the back of his head, his tone a little regretful, "Could he be hooked by a spider in the chaos? What a pity."

When the old man was there, these refugees were managed pretty well by him.

Some ability.

Bai'e pursed his lips and didn't say anything else.

Just ran two steps quickly and caught up with the team of Captain No. 1 walking in front.

"Um... Hello, Captain."

"Bai'e..." Captain No. 1 was stunned, and his tone softened. "What's the matter?"

Bai'e glanced back, "What are they waiting for in line?"

"Physical examination." Captain No. 1 explained patiently, "All new refugees entering the city need physical examinations."

It is necessary to check whether there are any highly harmful infectious diseases, check whether the physical fitness can still persist in physical labor for at least ten years, and check whether the mental state is normal and can obey the control... and so on.

The city is not a charity. Can it stand in this gloomy world without falling? Does it rely on everyone's spontaneous unity and cooperation?

No! The more it is at this time, the more it relies on the city rules that take gains and losses into account.

Everything that is useful to the city will get the due function.

Everything that is useless to the city should be ignored and abandoned.

As for whether life itself will find a way out... that depends on everyone's own luck.

Bai'e frowned secretly and looked back.

Then he asked, "How will they be arranged after the physical examination?"

"Arrangements?" Captain No. 1 looked at Bai E in surprise, "Those who are in good health will go to work in the city, and those who are in poor health..."

He pointed to the gathering place not far away with his eyes, "They are waiting there."

The greatest gift that the city has given to the refugees is to allow them to have a breathing space under the shade of the city’s protection.

Although this space is also filled with jungle-like barbarity where the strong prey on the weak.

Bai Er frowned deeply and remained silent.

After successfully completing the mission and returning to the city, Captain No. 1 looked much happier. He even hugged Bai'e's shoulders and said, "Brother, don't worry too much about them. Are you blaming yourself for your promise? There's no need. At that time, this was your only chance to defeat the devil, and they would only be grateful for your rescue. Not every word needs to be fully implemented. Many stopgap measures are just stopgap measures. We understand you, and they will understand you too."

"..."

Seeing that Bai'e still didn't speak, Captain No. 1 smiled and patted Bai'e's shoulder for the last time, "Okay, don't think too much. Let's go back to the camp to report our duties. I'll treat you to a drink at the bar on the black street tonight. After getting drunk, you'll forget everything tomorrow."

"Let's go! Let's go back to the camp!"

"Captain's treat, don't go back until you're drunk!"

The soldiers who had once again returned from the gates of hell and even completed the mission perfectly were a little excited.

Apart from the time of combat, they all had the normal life they wanted.

In the midst of the excitement, Hu came forward and hugged Bai'e's shoulders, whispering: "Look at it, you are just a new soldier, you can't do so much."

Yes... you can't do so much.

Bai'e pursed his lips and looked back at the refugees who were waiting for the judgment of fate for the last time.

...

"Huh?" The staff member of the physical examination looked at the instrument screen flashing red in front of him, and his originally listless face suddenly became excited, "Spirit... Spirit... Spirit... Spirit!"

There is a fluctuation of spiritual energy!

This refugee may have a talent for stimulating spiritual energy!

"Quick, quick, quick! Inform the adults! There is a spiritual gifted person among this batch of refugees!"

"What! A spiritual gifted person!" Another staff member next to him also became energetic instantly. Every time they can detect a spiritual gifted person from the refugees, it is no different from a festival for them.

After carefully looking at the screen of the instrument in front of the staff member who first discovered this, the latter rushed out directly, "I will go and inform the adults now!"

The instrument for the physical examination of refugees can only check some very basic things, such as whether the body is in the "category" of health, whether there are obvious infectious diseases, etc., and the monitoring of spiritual energy only stays at the level of "fluctuation".

After all, they are just refugees, and they are just doing a test with the attitude of hitting the jujube or not. Of course, it is good to have it, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't.

It is precisely because of this roughness that the instrument is prone to misjudgment in many cases, or it is normal to have only a little talent but it is difficult to stimulate it, so it requires a truly professional adult to "diagnose".

And this kind of instrument is not just one, and sometimes there are many refugees, and checking one by one is too inefficient.

Hearing the two staff members who belong to the same machine here, the staff in front of the other four instruments were a little dumbfounded.

One of them also looked at the red light on the instrument in front of him, with a puzzled look on his face, "I think I found one here too."

As if it caused a chain reaction, the staff monitoring the other three instruments asked questions one after another, "This is also mine..."

"This is also mine..."

"Is the instrument broken?"

There were so many psychic talents among a group of refugees at the same time. Either the executive officers of the arbitration office came to play a joke on them collectively, or the instrument was broken.

There was no other third possibility.

"Quick, quick, quick! Chase him back! Maybe the instrument is broken! Don't disturb the adults if it's okay!"

"Hey, you wait to the side first. Come! Next, you try it too."

Based on the experimental method of controlling variables, a staff member asked the refugees who were undergoing physical examinations to step aside first.

"Oh oh~" The refugees who didn't understand why the adults in these cities were making a fuss shrank aside in a daze, responding humbly.

The results came out quickly-"Ding ding ding~"

Red!

"Test a few more..."

"Ding ding ding~"

Red!

All red!

"What a waste of joy! All the machines are broken, damn it!"

"Who got fucked?"

A voice suddenly sounded from outside the door, and a man as thin as a monkey walked in with a smile.

When they saw the arrival, all the staff members became nervous instantly.

"Sir..."

"Sir~"

The thin monkey's eyes swept across the faces of the refugees in the room one by one, trying to use his own eyes to judge who was the child of destiny.

Finally, he fell on a boy in his twenties who looked the most handsome, and asked the staff with a smile: "Is it that boy?"

"Hmm~" The staff member who was asked just shook his head nervously, and didn't dare to tell the truth for a while.

"Oh?" The thin monkey's eyes fell on the second candidate again, "It must be him."

I look so suave, how can someone with psychic talent like me look ugly?

"Hmm~" The staff shook his head again.

"..."

The skinny monkey looked a little unhappy and looked at the third candidate, "It can't be him."

"Sir..."

A staff member in the corner raised his hand tremblingly, "All of them..."