The dark pipes were cold and wet, and they crawled to the end, and a metal mesh blocked the road.

The broken T-shirt went up to tinker with it, and the metal mesh opened sideways like a door. Several people crawled out of the pipe and fell into the "home" of the robber trio.

Zheng Luozhu stood under the turbid and dim lights and felt inexplicably sad: "Can you still have a miserable life? You have all fallen into the dungeon, and you still have to live in the underground well?"

This is the underground drainage system of the dungeon. The drainage channels in three directions intersect here to form a living space, about three meters high in the longitudinal direction and seven or eight meters wide in the horizontal direction. It is made of dense blue-black stone bricks, and the pipes are embedded in each brick wall. Three rusty metal mesh block the intercepts of the three pipes, sealing this place into a simple but safe place.

A folding single bed and a wooden chair are the only two furniture here. Daily necessities are piled on the base of one wall, and a few rolls of bedding are laid under the other wall. It is a bit messy, but not too dirty. You can't see domestic garbage, and you can see signs of cleaning.

"What's the point of spraying?" Zheng Luozhu came to the wall where the debris was placed. A piece of graffiti was sprayed on the curved brick wall. It was messy, but colorful.

"I don't know, we'll have it when we came." The torn T-shirt asked Chu Hu and the old man to roll up the floor and clean up the larger floor space.

Although I couldn't understand it, Zheng Luozhu still admired it for a long time. In this gray underground passage, I finally saw some colors, which was still a pleasant mood.

"It means that someone had lived here before you came?" Tang Lin sat down on the clean floor, opened the travel bag, and took out a few cans.

"Of course, if you can't find a house, you have to go here." The answer was the old man's shirt, and he was talking to Tang Lin, but his eyes were staring at the can, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

"No prospect." He patted his little brother's head with a broken T-shirt, then sat opposite Tang Lin, waiting well.

Tang Lin didn't stifle their appetite and just divided the canned food.

The three of them ate their voraciously, and they knew they were very hungry, and those who didn't know thought they wanted to avenge the can of revenge just now.

Fan Peiyang checked around the "house" before taking off his coat and sitting next to Tang Lin.

Tang Lin finally found the opportunity to ask him: "When will we start to really get through the level?"

Fan Peiyang shook his head lightly: "I don't know yet."

The last message in it is still the "Stationery Tree has been generated..." when you first entered the dungeon. After that, there was no new prompt.

What is the task of this level? How to pass the level? All information is blank.

Of course, in addition to papermaking, there are other channels for obtaining information, such as the three robbers in front of you.

Fan Peiyang only turned his gaze on the three people opposite him. Before he could speak, he let the broken T-shirt where he heard him talking to Tang Lin and snatch it first.

"Don't think about passing the level. The opening hours of the level are not accurate. The last time it opened was two months ago."

Fan Peiyang was stunned and frowned without notice: "Two months ago?"

"Yes." said the broken T-shirt, "It's not something you can pass the level every day. You have to open the pass before you can get in."

“There is no regular opening hours?”

"It's totally random. It may be two months, three months, or just one week. But..."

"Um?"

"Every time the pass is about to open, I will give a prompt seven days in advance."

Fan Peiyang was silent for a moment and asked, "Where is the passport?"

The torn T-shirt was just stuffed into his mouth with a large mouthful of canned meat, and he said in a vague way: "The subway entrance in the center of the city."

The wind from somewhere came blew up the pipes, causing the metal mesh to sway.

Zheng Luozhu leaned against the wall, his heart sinking. Should they wait here for two months? No, look at the status of the passers-by on the roadside and the three people in front of him, maybe more than two months...

"How often can I get back to reality here?" Fan Peiyang spoke again.

The t-shirt was burying his head and he answered for his elder brother: "Return? Go back in your dream."

The old man also raised his head: "I've been here for a year, but he hasn't even fucking returned."

Fan Peiyang stared at them: "Tell me more specifically."

Chou sighed: "It's more specific that as long as you enter here, you can't go back. Since you come, you should give up."

"It's not that absolute," the old man added. "It is said that if you break into it, you will have a chance to go back, but they all say that I haven't seen it anyway."

"Above?" Fan Peiyang heard this word for the second time, and the first time was in the fake Zhang Quan's mouth.

"It's the next level." said the old man, "You can only go up to pass this level and pass the next level."

"Don't think about going back, think about how to survive here, it's serious." Chouwei finished eating completely and touched her stomach comfortably: "The food I gave every day is basically divided up by various gangs. If you don't join the gang, you will either snatch food from a tiger's mouth or wait for death."

Every day, food, gang.

Fan Peiyang quickly circled the key points and tapped his fingertips on his knees: "Who will send food every day? The amount and distribution method? What is the purpose of each gang raising so many people?"

Chou Huo only heard the first question clearly, and then couldn't keep up with his thoughts. Fan Peiyang's waiting gaze made him feel inexplicably ashamed. He always felt that he couldn't answer these questions and got a salary in vain... Well, wait a moment, this is not a regular meeting of the company, why did he feel guilty?

"There is a huge pipe that passes from the top in the northeast corner of the dungeon." After finishing the t-shirt, I finally had a happy chat. "It is fixed once a day, and food is slipping down from the pipe. Don't ask me who gave it to me or where it was given. No one knows. Anyway, it's the top, don't think about getting into the pipe and climbing up. Those who do this will die..."

"Objectively speaking, there are a lot of food, including bread, milk, sausages, and fruits. From time to time, some vegetables and meat are given. However, for so many people in the dungeon, there is a shortage of supply, so all gangs will send people to guard the pipeline. When the food comes, they will be divided first..."

Break the T-shirt and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now you know why there are gangs."

【Basic accommodation, food rationing, daily application, simple medical care, these are all guarantees that the white group can provide.】

Tang Lin remembered Lu Jue's words, combined with the information given by the broken T-shirt, the cause and effect were complete.

Only when a gang forms a scale can they occupy resources, and resources become the bargaining weight for continuing to expand the scale.

But since there are fruits, it means there are fruit pits and seeds...

"Why don't you try farming?" Tang Lin asked out loud, simply curious.

"Of course, I have tried everything you can think of." The broken T-shirt looked desperate, "No matter what you plant, no matter what you plant, no matter how you plant, no matter how you plant, no matter how you plant, no matter how you plant, no matter how you plant, no matter how you plant, it doesn't grow."

Water flowed through the deep of the pipe, and there were intermittent sounds.

The "house" quieted down. Fan Peiyang had been in deep thought since just now, and Zheng Luozhu leaned against the graffiti wall with a grim expression.

What exactly is above? Who gave the food? These questions must be arranged backwards. If you can't just go back to reality and food shortage, it's deadly enough.

Tang Lin also knew that the situation was not good, but he still couldn't help exploring.

The danger of death in this world scares him, and the unknown in this world makes him curious.

While no one was talking, he leaned over and quietly approached the three of them with a t-shirt and asked in a low voice: "What stationery did you use when you were fighting before?"

The three of them told the truth.

Chubby: "[Thorns grow]."

Old man shirt: "[Snatch him]."

"[Sword without eyes]." After saying that, the broken T-shirt added, "But they are all stationery trees, so how can we have disposable stationery."

Thorns, black ropes, swords and rain.

Tang Lin recalled the battle process and got together one by one.

"What is your stationery tree?" The broken T-shirt became curious, after all, this guy has never taken action, which is really mysterious.

Tang Lin remembered the stationery tree that he had not yet unlocked and was silent.

He also wants to know.

Before Tang Lin could answer the t-shirt, he saw Fan Peiyang glance over and immediately grabbed the new target: "What kind of stationery move is your canned food?"

Fan Peiyang looked at him and kept watching him.

T-shirt: "...Well, I won't ask."

Some people retreat, some people persist.

Tang Lin looked at Fan Peiyang without blinking, his eyes full of curiosity and curiosity.

After looking at each other silently for a long time, Fan Peiyang rolled up his shirt sleeve with a calm face, opened the pencil case, and handed his arm over.

Tang Lin immediately lowered his head to check.

At the root of Mr. Fan’s stationery tree, the permanent stationery that is unlocked is - [The Gospel of the lazy person].

"..." Tang Lin silently helped him put down his sleeves and patted them again to smooth out the wrinkles.

Zheng Luozhu was so curious that she didn't dare to peek at her, and she became more and more sad.

No matter how others ask, Tang Lin looked at him and the boss handed his arm, which was a large double standard scene.

After eating and drinking, they yawned and were about to go to bed.

When they yawned, Tang Lin became sleepy. There was a bed in the room and he insisted on giving it to Tang Lin. Tang Lin knew that there were a few more cans when he fell asleep, and he was still considering whether it was cost-effective, so Fan Peiyang patted him.

Tang Lin really wanted to tell Fan Peiyang not to treat him as a patient, but when he met those eyes that had too much emotion, he swallowed the words he said to him.

Not long after lying down, Tang Lin fell asleep.

He first called out that he was sleepy and was chubby. The old man's shirt was still on the floor. He fell asleep quietly.

Fan Peiyang covered his black coat on him, pulled over the chair and sat down beside the bed, and looked at the face quietly.

Before being involved in the world of breaking through the barriers, he had spent many such nights in Tang Lin's ward. He did nothing, just guarded it like this, watched, and in a flash, the night passed.

At that time, Tang Lin always smiled. The doctors and nurses said that he had a good mentality. Only Fan Peiyang knew that this person would frown after falling asleep, hold the quilt tightly, revealing all his anxiety and fear.

Tang Lin himself didn't know.

So it's enough, Fan Peiyang thought, a healthy Tang Lin was enough.
To be continued...