I got an S-level talent in the apocalypse, and I will lead Blue Star to rise

Chapter 327 Investigation
The most obvious example is the streets of Motown.

Everyone spontaneously split into two teams and all walked on the right.

In Motown, this is an insignificant little detail.

But this would not have happened in other city-states.

Only noblemen could walk freely on the main road.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare to go there!

Appearing before nobles could mean facing mortal danger.

Nobles don't need a reason to kill.

Ordinary people rarely appear on the city's main roads during the day; they are busy working at night.

When the nobleman woke up, he saw a brand new and clean city-state.

In the darkness of countless nights, ordinary people clean up garbage and wash streets, but dare not make any noise.

If the nobles are woken up, they will be severely beaten at best, and at worst lose their lives.

In the eyes of those nobles, even ordinary people who made money were no different from ants on the ground.

But in Mo City, Vilaya truly believed that there really were no nobles there.

We are all walking side by side on the same road.

In the commercial street, the vendors only have eyes for their customers.

No matter how ragged your clothes are, the vendors will not drive you away.

Vera also saw a strange little room where men and women were lined up in two rows.

She asked a local in Motown and found out that this was actually a public toilet.

You can go in to use the toilet without spending any money.

However, urinating or defecating in public places can result in a fine.

Vera also lined up to go in and found that it was clean and tidy inside, and that it really didn't cost any money.

Turn on the tap, and clean water flows out.

"In other city-states, this water is safe to drink directly, but here it's used for washing hands."

Vera was amazed; Mo City was truly extravagant.

Water is a precious resource in the world of survival.

But here, there seems to be no restriction.

People from other city-states behaved even more exaggeratedly.

Some people even took out water bottles and secretly tried to fill them with water.

She was a woman dressed in tattered clothes, her face covered with sunspots, and she looked weathered and worn.

The water bottle she took out was also very dirty inside, and you could hardly tell what the original material was.

She looked around, opened the bottle cap to fill it with water, but was scolded by the person next to her, "Wait a minute, you can't drink this water!"

Vilaya, who had been about to leave, stopped in her tracks upon seeing this scene.

There were other people in the public restroom who also heard it and looked over at the same time.

What happened next was different from what Vilaya had imagined.

The person who was scolded was indeed in charge of managing the public toilets.

She was a middle-aged woman with red cloth strips wrapped around her arms.

Along the way, Vera noticed many middle-aged people dressed similarly, who were mostly responsible for maintaining order or managing public toilets and trash cans.

The middle-aged woman didn't kick the ragged woman out. Instead, she told her, "The water here is undrinkable. Go outside; there's a tap there with clean water."

But the woman's face was pleading. "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just so thirsty, and I don't have any money."

Clean water was a luxury for her.

But the woman said, "Don't worry, it's free water. As long as you don't take it away, you can drink as much as you want."

This was also to prevent anyone from secretly taking the water and selling it to other city-states.

Free, clean water is a benefit that Motown provides to its residents.

It's not that Ning Yun is rich and powerful, but rather that the experts in China are so capable that they built a water purification plant, allowing Mo City to buy clean water at a cheap price.

Upon learning that there was free, clean water outside, the woman expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

Vera was also surprised. She followed the woman to the nearby water room.

There were about a dozen water taps inside, and quite a few people waiting to fill their containers with water.

There were long lines of people in front of each tap.

At the entrance, there was an old man guarding the gate, with a red cloth strip wrapped around his arm.

There were also two young men maintaining order.

If someone cuts in line, they will be asked to step out and rejoin the queue.

Vilaya seemed to have never encountered a city-state as orderly as Mo City before.

"Let's go and take a look at the school."

Vera and the others soon arrived at their next stop.

I had heard long ago that Motown had established various schools that provided free education for children.

But what you hear is false, and what you see is true.

Upon entering the school area, Vera immediately sensed the difference in atmosphere.

If a commercial district is bustling, noisy, and filled with the aromas of various foods and the sounds of bargaining, then it is a different story.

That campus is quiet.

It was so quiet that you could even hear the children reading inside from outside the school.

Vera can read, but her brother taught her to read.

The reason why the older brother could read was entirely due to his self-taught skills when he was a servant to a nobleman.

Because of his good physique and handsome appearance, he served as a servant to a noble young master.

The nobleman hired a tutor to teach his young master to read and write, while his elder brother served him.

But that young master was good-for-nothing and always wanted to find women outside.

Vilaya's brother attends classes in place of the young master and does his homework for him.

If it were another noble teacher, they might have left in anger because of this.

Fortunately, although the tutor came from a noble family, his family had long since fallen into decline and he had long been aware of the hardships of life.

He doesn't have much hostility towards ordinary people.

In addition, his older brother was exceptionally intelligent, and his teacher, appreciating his talent, imparted a great deal of knowledge to him.

From then on, my brother embarked on a path of rebellion.

If all city-states were like Mo City, offering free education to children, wouldn't my brother have been spared so many detours?

Vera's thoughts drifted away; she saw not only primary schools but also adult schools.

The people studying there are all adults.

They can not only learn skills, but also learn to read.

This place is too quiet; very few people come here to stroll around.

Vera did not stay there for long before leaving and arriving at the square in front of the city lord's mansion.

Here, she saw a children's playground.

For the first time, she saw that ordinary children could also have bright smiles on their faces, instead of sadness and despair.

For a moment, Vilaya didn't know what to say.

Is this a paradise on earth?

In the world of survival, there are also legends of idyllic paradises.

That was everyone's dream land, free from war and hunger, where everyone could eat their fill and stay warm, and filled with laughter and joy.

Vera shook her head, not to deny it, "We still have many places to see."

Since we're going to do a survey, we have to explore the entire city of Motown.

Vera saw vast farmlands, magnificent factories, and peaceful residential areas.

The longer you walk around, the more thrilling it becomes.

It wasn't until she encountered no thieves in a certain alley that Vera truly believed it.

Motown is truly unique.

Behind her, someone appeared out of nowhere. "Hello, Ms. Veraya, our city lord invites you to the city lord's mansion."