Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"Xi'er, do you hate the lower level area?"

"it's OK."

"why?"

"Because here I have my home, my big brother, and the dean!"

"What if we're not here?"

"Hate."

"I see."

…………

A year passed, and the big shots from the upper district never came down again. It was then that the people in the lower district suddenly realized that they had been completely abandoned.

There was a riot in the lower area, but this time there were no special personnel coming to suppress it. No matter how loud the noise was below, the people above seemed not to hear it.

Only when trading for earth marrow will some very poor supplies be brought in.

But when trading the earth marrow, you can't see the other party at all, so even if people want to threaten or rob them, they are powerless.

People in the lower class could only grow potatoes on very poor land and work hard in the mines for a living. Most people could not get enough to eat under such circumstances.

In this year, Fan Mu knew that his chance had come.

When he was in the upper area, he bought a lot of food for emergencies. Even if he returned to the underground, he had Sangbo as his backup and provided food unconditionally. It can be said that if he lived frugally, it would be no problem to feed some people.

As for why Sangbo suggested an unconditional offer, Fanmu had no idea.

But after he told them about his plan, Sambo's eyes instantly lit up like a light bulb. He kept rubbing his hands excitedly and insisted on joining in.

There are words in the mouth.

"Interesting, so much fun!"

"Rather than people waiting for the arrival of a savior, it is more fun to see the lower classes rebel against the brutal rulers!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Another four years passed.

During these four years, the underground riots gradually stopped, and society was gradually divided into two factions, one was an organization called Dihuo, and the other was the wanderers.

Underground fire exists to maintain the order of the underground society, to keep people barely fed and clothed, and to resolve the basic social contradictions.

The vagrants are a group of lawless people, who are brought together by interests and often suffer from fights and brawls.

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"Ahem, Sister Natasha, have you seen Xier?"

In a small medical clinic, a handsome young man asked an older sister who looked very mature.

After five years, Natasha looked much more haggard, with obvious dark circles around her eyes. Except for her chest, the flesh on other parts of her body had obviously become smaller.

"Well, who are you, handsome boy?"

Natasha glanced at him, a smile on her face, and leaned down slightly to ask him curiously: "Handsome boy, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to help you?"

Being stared at by Natasha's kind eyes, Fan Mu felt a little scared. He took a step back and laughed awkwardly, "Sister Natasha, please stop joking with me!"

"Oh, even if you are handsome, you can't call me sister so intimately!" Natasha held her head in distress, "Sister really doesn't remember you!"

"Sister Natasha, I really have something important to do today!" Fan Mu took a deep breath and his expression suddenly became serious.

"...Well, wait here! Our busy little man!" Natasha faded the smile on her face, waved her hand, as if she had become a different person, with a cold face, motioning him to wait aside first.

"I have another patient here, so I'll leave for now."

Fan Mu was not angry. After all, he was indeed wrong in this matter. He just sat aside and waited obediently.

The pointer on the wall made a clicking sound as gears turned. Every second counted. Fan Mu sat motionless in the chair without feeling sleepy at all. He kept perfecting the feasibility of the plan in his mind.

"Hoo, all right, our busy boy, what do you want from me? If you have nothing else, please leave as soon as possible!"

Natasha saw off the last guest, her eyes full of fatigue, and began to take off her clothes. Before he could ask anything, she ordered him to leave.

Fan Mu was silent for a moment, then raised his head and met his eyes. Natasha paused in taking off her clothes and her expression became serious.

"What do you want to do?" she asked with a frown, his look making her feel uneasy.

"Nothing, I just want to trouble Dihuo to do me a small favor!" Fan Mu's eyes were sharp, and he took out a note that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

Natasha looked at the piece of paper in his hand that was nearly half a person's height, her expression became even gloomier, and finally she sneered and did not take it.

"What makes you think I will help you?"

"Because many people will die this time." Fan Mu said in a flat voice. She folded the note and placed it on the table, pressing it with a small scalpel, as if she was determined to get her.

And the fact was just as he thought. Natasha clenched her fists behind her back and her eyes were so angry that they seemed to be blazing with fire.

"Haven't enough people died in these years? What are you going to do?"

Fan Mu looked at her without answering, and finally shook his head, "You don't need to know, you just need to know that I am doing this for the underground fire, for... the people in the lower district!"

He stood up without saying anything profound, because they had had many arguments over the years due to their different ideas, and both sides already knew the other's attitude!

"For the underground fire, for the people in the lower districts, oh, it's amazing that you can say such a thing!"

"Why can't I say such words, Natasha?" Fan Mu stared at her and asked, "The fact that I can still stand here and talk to you at this point shows that you have no chance of success!"

Natasha looked at the pressed papers on the table. The atmosphere in the store fell silent. She didn't want to admit it, but she had to admit that he was right.

Until a somewhat anxious shout came from outside the hall, breaking the atmosphere.

"Natasha!"