I open a farm in the doomsday: I take in a female coach at the beginning

“Hiss—hiss—”

Just as Mrs. Hayakawa was immersed in worry and longing for her daughter, without any warning, a burst of electric sound suddenly sounded from behind her.

Mrs. Hayakawa was startled and quickly turned around and walked into the tent, looking at the radio that was making a sound in shock!

"Chuan Jun, Chuan Jun! Wake up!"

“Got it…got it!”

Jiang Chuan propped himself up and heard the irregular sound gradually coming from the radio. He immediately realized that it was the sound of the radio waves.

Someone is broadcasting

Rubbing his eyes, Jiang Chuan forced himself to cheer up.

The sound coming from the radio is becoming clearer and clearer...

“Hiss—hiss—”

"..."

"……Hey?"

"can you hear me?"

"Hello, fellow survivors."

"My name is Long Tangliang."

"Today is the 70th day since Tokyo fell into darkness. I wonder if you are doing well?"

"Although I can't hear your answers, I am living a good life. I can even say that I am living a very good life."

"Do you want to know why?"

"Because I am in Paradise!"

"I don't have to endure hunger, power outages, or loneliness!"

"what about you?"

"Do you want to live like this?"

"Really? That would be great."

"If you want, tomorrow evening at 6pm, Kita-Senju Sanmachi Plaza!"

"Let me see your determination to live!"

The signal stops here.

Jiang Chuan looked up and exchanged glances with Mrs. Hayakawa, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

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"Let us see your determination to survive!"

In a room that looked like that of a luxury hotel, a man and a woman were wrapped in a thin blanket and lying on a spacious bed.

The man was extremely strong and tall. He was listening to the radio in the room in silence.

This guy is just like always, he likes to play awkward games.

The woman leaning on his chest raised her head, looked at the man seductively, and asked.

"There will be new people coming tomorrow?"

"Longtang's decision has nothing to do with me."

"Don't you want new people to come?"

"It's the end of the world now. One more person means one more mouth to feed."

"Maybe he has other ideas?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know... well, I'm just saying. One more person means one more mouth to feed, but also one more chess piece for him to exploit, right? Just like you and me..."

Hearing this, the man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he raised his big hand and pinched the woman's chin hard.

"Ah! You hurt me!"

"I'm warning you, Meng Xiaoyu."

Suho Osaku's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it.

"I don't care whether you really think so or are testing me for others. I suggest you never play these tricks on me again. Killing you is as easy as squeezing a bug."

"I know, please let go! It hurts!"

Zhou Fang Shusaku snorted coldly, turned over and got out of bed, put on his clothes silently, and left the room without looking back.

Meng Xiaoyu rubbed his pointed chin which was pinched so hard that it hurt, and looked at Zhou Fang Shusaku's back, which was as strong as a bear, with resentment in his eyes.

Damn man, he turned hostile as soon as he put on his pants.

But she couldn't give up on Suho Osaku yet.

After all, even for her, forcibly approaching Suho Osaku was a risky move.

Although there are not many girls in the park who are as pretty as her, they do exist.

However, there is no substitute for Suho Osamu's work.

He is Long Tang's right-hand man, the second-in-command of the park, and the executioner that everyone in the park fears.

Even the fact that Meng Xiaoyu can now live in one of the only ten luxurious guest rooms in the entire park is all thanks to the points given to her by Suho Shusaku.

So no matter how much injustice she suffered, she had to stay with Suho Osaku.

Thinking of this, a very blurry face suddenly appeared in Meng Xiaoyu's mind.

When she was still in China, she had a childhood sweetheart named Jiang Chuan.

Compared to an outstanding man like Zhou Fang, that guy is really easy to control. He comes when called and goes away when dismissed. He is just like a loyal domestic dog.

Meng Xiaoyu sighed a little tiredly.

She still missed the easy life she had back then to some extent.

However, since that incident, I have never contacted him again, and I don’t know how he is doing now.

Well, she doesn't really care.

That kind of incompetent and weak man must have died long ago, right?

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"Jiang Jun...the person on the radio just now..."

"Well, Long Tangliang, I know this person. He is indeed a student of Zudi University. It seems that there are indeed students who survived in the school."

Jiang Chuan touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

An expression of irrepressible joy gradually appeared on Mrs. Hayakawa's face.

Ando Haruyuki also woke up at this time, looking at the two people gathered around the radio with a confused face, not understanding what was going on.

"Then we will do as he said tomorrow and go to Kita-Senju's square at 6pm?"

Mrs. Hayakawa's original calmness and composure completely disappeared at this moment, and she asked anxiously.

"Okay, let's do it."

Jiang Chuan nodded, but he was not as excited as Mrs. Hayakawa.

Chapter 64 Driving in the Rain (Please read!!! Please read!!!)

The first time Jiang Chuan heard the name Long Tangliang was on a campus forum.

Although he is the ace of the judo club, an anonymous account claiming to be his ex-girlfriend revealed that he was punished by being detained for fighting in school in middle school.

The boy who had a conflict with him suffered from depression and was unable to continue his studies, so he had to drop out and go home.

But is the truth of the matter really that simple?

If it was just a simple fight between classmates, the teacher would criticize them, and both sides would shake hands and make peace, and the matter would be over. How could it develop into depression and dropping out of school?

Just think about it and the truth will come to light.

Jiang Chuan can be sure that Long Tangliang is definitely not a good person.

Would such a person be kind enough to use the campus radio to provide help to survivors in nearby urban areas?

Jiang Chuan would never believe it.

Then there is only one possibility, that the "paradise" mentioned by Long Tangliang in the broadcast is probably not as beautiful as he described.

Instead, it was more likely a trap carefully prepared by Long Tangliang for nearby survivors.

Once you are lured into jumping in, you will most likely face a future even more terrifying than the end of the world.

However, Jiang Chuan knew all this in his heart, but he did not tell Mrs. Hayakawa.

The reason is also very simple.

Just a group of students will not pose any threat to me now.

Ando Haruyuki just rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at Jiang Chuan. When he was about to go forward to ask for a hug, his movements suddenly stiffened and he looked at Jiang Chuan with some surprise on his little face.

She saw a hint of ferocity in Jiang Chuan's eyes that she had never seen before.

Ando Haruyuki swallowed quietly, feeling a little scared for some unknown reason.

There was a fleeting glimmer of ferocity in Jiang Chuan's eyes. Seeing Ando Haruyuki who had woken up, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, ruffling her soft hair.

If Long Tangliang prepared a trap, then Jiang Chuan wouldn't mind becoming a bomb and turning his so-called beautiful "paradise" into ruins.

………………

As expected, the black pocket in the real world has also changed in appearance, just like in the farm space.

The importance of this thing is self-evident, so Jiang Chuan always carries it with him after leaving the apartment.

When in the farm space, Jiang Chuan had already briefly explained to Ando Haruyuki the changes that had taken place in the black pocket. Even Ando Haruyuki, who already had some understanding of the space, was so shocked by Jiang Chuan's sudden evolution of the golden finger that he was speechless.

"In short, all the supplies we have in the car can be placed in here, and I can take them out anytime I want."

In the narrow tent, Jiang Chuan held a black bag and took out a corn cob and put it back in, took it out and put it back in again under the gaze of Mrs. Hayakawa and Ando Haruyuki...

Then, he took out another lively fish and stuffed it back in the blink of an eye...

Finally, he spread his hands and opened his pockets.

It was completely empty inside.

Mrs. Hayakawa was completely stunned and even thought it was some kind of magic.

But some things, although difficult to understand, are not difficult to accept.

Mrs. Hayakawa had become somewhat numb to all the unreasonable behaviors displayed by Jiang Chuan, and even began to have the illusion that "anything can be done with Jiang Chuan's words."

The sky gradually brightened, and the night under the bridge was very peaceful, just as Jiang Chuan had expected.

After a simple tidy up at the riverside, Jiang Chuan walked onto the river. With the help of Ando Haruyuki, he stored the medicines, food, water, and Mrs. Hayakawa's bow and arrows that he brought from home into the farm space through a black bag.

After doing all this, Jiang Chuan, who wanted to go back to the tent under the bridge to rest for a while, suddenly felt a chill on his face.

He raised his hand and touched the side of his face.

Then he looked up at the gradually darkening sky.

"Ah, it's going to rain."

Ando Haruyuki also raised his head at some point and spoke softly.

Although they could take shelter under the bridge, Mrs. Hayakawa had just recovered from her illness, and if it rained, the water level of the river would probably rise.

"Let's get back to the car."

They went back to the bridge and called Mrs. Hayakawa. At Jiang Chuan's suggestion, the three of them dismantled the tent together, and Jiang Chuan put it and the sleeping bag into the farm space.

And the sentence that Jiang Chuan saw in the diary of the owner of the tent yesterday had long been thrown into the river along with the diary itself.

The tent is so useful that Jiang Chuan couldn't find a reason not to take it with him.