105: Chapter 105 Han Xue moves into Tiangong-1, and Judy Hopps officially goes online.

The exterior wall broadcast blared.

Lin Yuan's voice spread across the square.

"Liu Qing needs a roommate; living together will make things convenient."

The square went quiet for two seconds.

The next second, countless gazes fell upon Captain Han Xue.

Jealousy.

Awe.

And a sourness that could not be hidden.

The people who were just kneeling in the mud begging for a bite to eat now looked at Captain Han Xue as if they were looking at a lucky person who had ascended to heaven in a single step.

She was different from Chen Jing, who had entered Villa No. 12.

The place Captain Han Xue was entering was Tiangong No. 1.

That was not just a house.

That was first-class in the apocalypse.

Or rather, a cockpit, which was more accurate.

A woman with graying hair whispered: "Why does she get to go in?"

When the Red Moon descended, she had hidden in the cellar the whole time, only daring to show her face now.

The man beside her turned pale and immediately covered her mouth.

"Mom, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Captain Han Xue gripped the walkie-talkie, not answering immediately.

Someone took the opportunity to shout: "If Captain Han goes in, what will happen to us?"

"Fat... Brother Dragon, we're afraid he won't be able to handle the workload."

Fat Dragon's eyelids twitched.

"What did you just want to call me?"

The person immediately shrank their neck.

"Brother Dragon! Brother Dragon!"

Several wounded also looked at Captain Han Xue.

Some gripped their bandages tight; some lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

They were afraid.

Among these managers in the Outer Circle, Captain Han Xue at least followed the rules.

Fat Dragon followed the rules too.

But when he followed the rules, he usually had a club in his hand.

Captain Han Xue looked up toward the mountaintop.

Lights shone through the alloy window cracks of Tiangong No. 1.

Very close.

And very far.

Fat Dragon walked over, smoking a cigarette.

"Captain Han, the Boss called your name."

Captain Han Xue glanced at the Outer Circle medical tent.

"Little Li's arm is broken."

"His injuries haven't healed yet."

"I have to take care of him."

Fat Dragon was stunned, then laughed.

"You're negotiating with the Boss?"

"Once you can live in Tiangong No. 1, who would still care about that cripple outside?"

"Don't even mention Tiangong No. 1; some people would even give me their wives just to enter my Villa No. 12."

Captain Han Xue didn't back down.

"This is my concern."

Lin Yuan's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Come over first."

Ten minutes later.

Captain Han Xue arrived at the entrance of Tiangong No. 1.

It was the same as when she had come before.

The floor was clean.

There was no smell of blood in the air.

On the dining table five meters away, there was still late-night snacks and fruit that hadn't been cleared away.

People outside would fight over a bowl of porridge.

Here, even the oranges were cut into slices.

Captain Han Xue stood at the doorway, mud on the soles of her shoes.

There were slippers at the door.

Suddenly, she didn't want to move forward.

It wasn't fear of Lin Yuan.

It was fear that the holes in her socks would be seen.

Su Muxue came up for the routine disinfection.

Then Su Xiaonuan considerately brought over disposable shoe covers.

"Captain Han, please change into these."

Her voice was very soft.

Captain Han Xue put on the shoe covers and looked up at Lin Yuan.

"Little Li needs someone to take care of him."

"After all, he is my team member; I cannot abandon him."

She didn't mention letting Little Li live in with her.

She knew Lin Yuan wouldn't agree.

Why ask for embarrassment?

Lin Yuan sat on the sofa.

He didn't respond.

He just pressed the intercom.

"Teacher Xia, come down."

Before long, Teacher Xia came down from the second-floor infirmary.

Her face was pale, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and she held a clipboard in her hand.

"Mr. Lin."

Lin Yuan casually tossed a few white crystal cores onto the solid wood table.

The crystal cores rolled a few times and stopped in front of Teacher Xia.

"Absorb them."

Teacher Xia took a look.

"Dr. Su said that continuous absorption will overdraw the nerves."

Lin Yuan looked at her.

"I am not asking for your opinion."

Teacher Xia pushed her glasses up with her middle finger.

She didn't speak again.

A white crystal core was grasped into her palm.

The second one.

The third one.

A faint green light shone from between her fingers.

Not long after, cold sweat seeped from her forehead, and her shoulders began to tremble slightly.

Blood flowed from one nostril.

A drop of blood hit the edge of the clipboard.

Tang Qiqi lay behind the sofa and whispered: "The wet nurse is forced-charging; why does she look a bit like Eleven?"

Lin Yuan pressed the walkie-talkie.

"Bring Little Li in."

A few minutes later, Little Li was helped to the door by Tank.

His left arm was in a sling, and the wound was covered in bandages.

His face was gray.

Seeing Captain Han Xue, he subconsciously wanted to stand straight.

Captain Han Xue walked over to support him.

"Don't move."

Lin Yuan pointed to a chair in the courtyard outside.

Little Li sat down.

Teacher Xia walked up to him.

"I will try to treat you now."

"It will hurt."

Little Li gritted his teeth.

"I can endure it."

Teacher Xia pressed her hand onto his shoulder.

Green light covered the bandages.

Under the bandages, the rotting flesh was squeezed out first.

Black blood dripped into the tray along the chair.

Little Li's forehead broke out in sweat, but he bit his teeth tightly.

Captain Han Xue stood by, her hand slowly clenching.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Granulation tissue began to intertwine.

The torn muscles seemed to be twisted back together.

Skin crawled from the edges toward the center.

Five minutes later.

Teacher Xia withdrew her hand.

Her body swayed.

Su Muxue immediately supported her and handed her glucose water.

Little Li looked down at his arm.

That arm, which should have been ruined, had recovered eighty percent.

He tried to make a fist.

The fist clenched tight.

Then released.

He stood up abruptly.

His legs weren't shaking.

He could lift his hand, too.

Tank handed him an empty gun.

Little Li caught it.

The muzzle lowered steadily.

Captain Han Xue stared at that arm.

She had seen too many injuries.

She knew that such an injury would have required amputation in the old world.

But here, Lin Yuan had only used five minutes.

Little Li turned around and was about to kneel.

"Mr. Lin, I..."

Lin Yuan interrupted him.

"Don't thank me."

"You've taken the gun; from today on, you report to Fat Dragon."

Little Li was stunned.

Lin Yuan looked at him.

"The Inner Circle does not support waste."

"I saved you because you are still useful."

"If you want to continue upholding your justice, then prove your value."

Little Li stood straight.

"Yes!"

Captain Han Xue watched Little Li grip the gun again.

Her originally clenched hand loosened bit by bit.

Lin Yuan hadn't given her a promise.

He hadn't talked about sentiment.

And he certainly hadn't spoken about protecting the people.

He had simply solved the problem.

Captain Han Xue took a deep breath.

"I agree to move in."

[Ding! Target Captain Han Xue (Beauty 88), Favorability +2%, Current Favorability: 6%.]

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Su Xiaonuan, arrange it."

Su Xiaonuan took out a set of clothes.

Black tactical pants.

A short protective jacket.

There was a white rabbit logo on the chest.

There were even police blue lines on the cuffs.

Captain Han Xue looked at the rabbit, her expression stiffened.

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

Su Xiaonuan spoke: "The clothes on your body are too dirty, which is not conducive to the hygiene of the entire Tiangong No. 1."

Tang Qiqi immediately poked her head out.

"Judy Rabbit, this is a welcome gift from the Magical Girl; do you like it?"

Captain Han Xue looked at her.

"You designed this?"

Tang Qiqi looked proud.

"Yeah."

"The apocalypse can't be without skins."

Captain Han Xue stared at the white rabbit.

In her life, she had worn police uniforms, bulletproof vests, and casual clothes.

She had never thought that one day, her identity would be redefined by a cartoon rabbit.

"Thank you."

Tang Qiqi muttered: "She actually thanked me."

"It makes me feel bad about continuing to persecute her."

Su Xiaonuan led Captain Han Xue inside.

"From now on, you will live in B1, in the same room as Liu Qing."

Captain Han Xue nodded.

"Understood."

She walked through the living room.

Liu Qing was sitting in front of the console, holding a computer.

On the screen were city-wide surveillance, satellite maps, military channels, the Outer Circle, and the shanty towns.

Dozens of screens were jumping simultaneously, and she hadn't blinked once.

She pushed up her thick glasses.

"Hello, roommate."

"I don't snore when I sleep, but the mechanical keyboard might be a bit loud."

On the other side.

Wang Ya had just finished training and came out of the pool area.

She was wearing a jacket, and water was still dripping from the tips of her hair.

The water on her body floated up automatically and fell back into the drain.

Captain Han Xue paused in her steps.

Wang Ya nodded at her.

"Captain Han."

Captain Han Xue saw Wang Ya's appearance, with gray-white rings still at the edges of her pupils, and frowned in confusion.

"You..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

In the corner of the sofa, Mo Tong raised her head and let out a muffled groan.

Captain Han Xue looked over.

The little girl was holding a milk cup, but dark red was pressing under her eyes.

It wasn't an expression of hostility.

But Captain Han Xue felt a chill down her back for no reason.

A police officer's instinct told her.

This child was more dangerous than that group of zombies outside.

Su Xiaonuan's tone was calm.

"Mo Tong and Wang Ya are Mr. Lin's people."

"Don't judge them by old-world standards."

Captain Han Xue withdrew her gaze.

"I know."

Knowing was one thing.

Accepting was another.

But she had to accept it now.

Tiangong No. 1 was not a shelter.

This was a place where monsters and humans were re-ranking.

Captain Han Xue looked at Tang Qiqi.

Tang Qiqi was holding potato chips, her posture very relaxed.

Captain Han Xue asked: "Then what is she responsible for?"

Tang Qiqi pointed at herself.

"Me?"

She thought for a moment.

"I don't know either."

"Maybe the Great Demon King thinks I'm cute."

Liu Qing suddenly pounded on the keyboard.

"Mr. Lin."

"The Zhe City Allied Forces and the South Suburb Military District are arguing on the encrypted channel."