The end of the world is coming: My waiter is too Buddhist

After untying the rope on the file bag one by one, Lin Xiaoxiao finally took out a few thin sheets of letter paper from it. Several spots on them were stained with dark red blood and were blurred.

Thinking that the letter was taken out of Liu Xin's arms, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glance up at his chest. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell whether this middle-aged man with a haggard expression and gray hair was injured while protecting the letter.

Anyway, she had always seen similar plots when watching many hot-blooded anime or TV dramas before. However, in order not to invade other people's privacy, she did not ask Liu Xin on the spot whether he was injured to prove her guess.

The letter did not contain any complicated language. It mainly represented the official forces of Haicheng to ask for help from the official shelter in the capital. It also hoped that the official shelter would accept these wanderers who came from thousands of miles away.

As for why these people traveled thousands of miles through the dangerous wilderness to come to the capital, the letter explained it with the phrase: "explore various possibilities of refuge."

In addition to these, what Lin Xiaoxiao saw the most was the description of the official shelter in Haicheng about how they took in the suffering people and established temporary bases.

Although the language was quite restrained, the implicit intention to seek credit and the meaning of excuse were enough for Lin Xiaoxiao to guess that the people who were taken in today should have been driven out by the Haicheng officials.

In name, Liu Xin and a group of official personnel were taking them here to find a chance of survival, but in reality, it was an exile for them. The Haicheng officials showed an attitude that they had tried their best to rescue the people but were powerless and had no choice but to send them to the capital to seek help.

This made Lin Xiaoxiao doubt for a moment whether this was a letter from the Haicheng officials, because any official leader with a brain would not let his superiors see his incompetence and evasion.

But looking at the dried black blood on the letter and Liu Xin's cautious and serious look, she knew that this letter could not be a forgery, so after eliminating all the impossibilities, the only thing left was the truth.

In order to relieve the pressure on the shelter, Haicheng officials organized a team of up to 3,000 people. In order to prevent these people from doubting the purpose of this journey, Haicheng officials also sent out more than a dozen people who had held official positions, including Liu Xin.

In this way, these three thousand people, with their yearning for the capital and trust in the Haicheng officials, set out on the journey to the capital under the protection of a dozen official workers and a guard team of twenty people, among whom there were even a few soldiers who had just awakened their special powers.

They would never have thought that the official shelter in Haicheng was just a false illusion of seeking help, and their real purpose was probably to throw these more than 3,000 people into the wilderness to fend for themselves.

A journey of two thousand kilometers, four months of travel. Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't imagine what kind of faith they had to get here step by step.

From three thousand people to fifty, the danger and sorrow involved were incalculable, which also made her fully understand why many of them were mentally ill.

Looking at Liu Xin, who looked haggard and tired but was forcing herself to wait for a reply, Lin Xiaoxiao gradually tightened her grip on the letter paper, almost tearing it into pieces.

What's going on? Is she upset that we're still obsessed with the official refuge in the capital?

As a person who has come into contact with many superiors, Liu Xin can easily see that Lin Xiaoxiao is not an official, so he guessed that this leader who can control a shelter in the end times should be dissatisfied with their idea of going to the official shelter.

Come to think of it, as the leader of the shelter, Lin Xiaoxiao had put in a lot of effort and effort in sending people to pick them up and recruit them after discovering the traces of life left by this group of people. She certainly couldn't accept these rescued people to go to the official shelter.

Looking at the exhausted people around him who had followed him on a journey of thousands of kilometers, Liu Xin sighed and began to explain, "Director Lin, they can all stay here to work and live. I won't take them on any more risks. I only ask you to tell me the location of the official shelter. I want to continue my unfinished mission.

Of course, if I'm not able to come back and say goodbye to you in a month, please inform the official shelter of Haicheng's request for help if you are able."

Patting Wei Ying comfortingly, Liu Xin forced a smile and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao pleadingly, "They've suffered a lot on the road and are weak. Director Lin, please give them some simple work to keep them alive..."

"You brought these people here, so naturally you should take good care of them. As for the others, you'll know after reading this letter."

Originally, Lin Xiaoxiao was a little confused as to why Liu Xin, an official, showed her the important letter asking for help when he knew that this was not an official shelter. Now she finally understood that Liu Xin was afraid that she would not be able to hold on to seek help from the official shelter, so he entrusted this matter to her as a way out.

There was a lot of gambling involved. He was betting on Lin Xiaoxiao's kindness, betting that Lin Xiaoxiao would not stop them from leaving the message that they were going to ask for help.

He bet on Lin Xiaoxiao's kindness, but he always underestimated the ruthlessness of the leader of the official base in Haicheng. Perhaps those people in Haicheng did not expect that Liu Xin and his group could really cross thousands of kilometers of wilderness to find the capital.

Of course, if Lin Xiaoxiao had not sent people to search and rescue them, the last fifty of them would probably have died on the way to the official shelter in the capital, dying in the darkness before dawn.

Although he didn't understand what Lin Xiaoxiao meant, Liu Xin still took the thin pieces of paper.

It was clearly only a short text, but he read it for a very long time, so long that when the people who followed him were touching their bloated stomachs and supporting each other to stand up, he was still staring at the letter, tears falling like rain and melting on the paper.

"Uncle Liu, what's wrong with you?"

Wei Ying cautiously tugged at the corner of Liu Xin's clothes but received no response, which made her even more uneasy and she shook Liu Xin's arm.

"Uncle Liu, don't scare me. What happened?"

Liu Xin still didn't respond, so Wei Ying immediately stepped forward and tried to push Lin Xiaoxiao: "You evil woman, what right do you have to bully Uncle Liu!"

thump!

As Lin Xiaoxiao dodged sideways, Wei Ying was caught off guard and fell to the ground. The severe pain made her eyes red, but she did not cry. Instead, she got up and attacked Lin Xiaoxiao again.

It was at this moment that Liu Xin finally looked up, wiped away his tears, and grabbed Wei Ying. His voice was so hoarse and low that it was almost inaudible: "Thank you, Director Lin. I'll take the child to rest first."

Glancing at the child who was glaring at her fiercely, Lin Xiaoxiao shook her head nonchalantly: "Okay, I'll find you again in three days."

Originally, she had thought of using the bottle of wine to find out the secret methods these people used to survive in the wild, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary. These poor people just narrowly escaped death for a false goal and luckily found themselves here.

Rubbing his temples, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, I knew it wasn't easy being the director of this shelter. I don't know when this apocalypse will end. If only everything had an ending like in a novel, this disaster would eventually come to an end."