Daily life in Zongman

It has been confirmed that 21 communication towers have been damaged. Judging from the ruins everywhere, it seems that this intact communication tower will be even harder to find.

"Dang~dang~dang~"

Fujiwara Haru, who was listening to music, noticed the crisp knocking sound. It was the crisp sound made by an empty iron pipe, which continued to ring with a fixed rhythm and could be transmitted from far away.

He turned off the car music, checked the condition of the rifle he borrowed from Sister Yuli, slowed down slightly, drove past the sound, and took a quick look.

He circled the source of the sound, confirming he only saw one person. The car was still running, so he parked it, hid his axe, and got out, gun in hand. Even in the apocalyptic world, Fujiwara Haru still had a basic sense of vigilance.

Next to an open space, a man was lying on his side next to an iron pipe, knocking on the pipe weakly.

"Oh... That's great... There's someone here..." He said weakly, "As you can see... I'm very weak... Can you help me... I can provide a partial map of this floor..."

It looks like the quest NPC that occasionally appears in RPG games. Fujiwara Haru thinks they look very similar.

After confirming that no one else was around, he put away his rifle and said, "Wait a moment. I'll go back and get you two cans."

"Thank you very much..."

Fujiwara Haru returned to the car and took two cans of food and a box of self-heating rice. After thinking for a while, he took out his homemade wood stove and brought flint, tinder and wood chips.

She returned to the man's side, set up the wood stove, stuffed it with tinder and wood chips, and lit it with a flint. She opened the can of braised pork and placed it on the stove to heat, then opened the self-heating rice and set it aside to heat.

Then he opened another can of yellow peaches and handed it to the man: "My name is Fujiwara Haru."

"Thank you so much," the man said, thanking him and taking the can. "My name is Kanazawa, and I'm drawing a city map for this floor."

While eating canned yellow peaches in Kanazawa, Fujiwara Haru observed him carefully. He seemed to be nearsighted, wearing glasses, goggles on his head, and a very tight black coat, looking like a dark and gloomy technology geek.

"I'm alive again." Jin Ze finished the canned yellow peaches and said, "It's so delicious! I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long time."

"What is Kanazawa's purpose in coming to this floor to draw a map?" Fujiwara Haru was a little curious. The map should be drawn for others to see, right? Could it be that there are still many people living at the bottom of the layered city?

Jinze put down the empty can: "There is no purpose, but you could say this is the meaning of my life."

"My love and I once drew maps together and lived together in this layered city. Now she's gone, and I'm not dead yet, so I'll continue drawing."

"That's the simple reason."

It's not a dream, nor is it something he wants to do. It's just that he is not dead yet, so he continues to do what he did in the past.

Kanazawa looked at the gradually heating up braised pork and said, "I thought I was going to see my lover, so I tried to see if I could call her. I didn't expect you to come, Fujiwara. This is my good luck, I guess. I can still draw maps for a while."

He remembered something and opened the backpack next to him. "Fujiwara, do you want to see the map? I don't have much to offer you in return. This is the map of the second layer of the Layered City I drew. However, it's only about one-tenth of this layer, and it's not finished yet."

Fujiwara Haru took the map, flipped through it, and asked, "Do you know of any intact communication towers in Kanazawa? I want to go to the first floor."

"Communication Tower? What is it?"

"It's a cylindrical tower with a winding road in the middle, connecting the upper and lower levels."

"Oh, you mean the Circling Tower."

Jin Ze thought for a moment and asked, "Are you going to the first floor alone? If you're alone and don't have anything, you can go down through the elevator outside the main tower that I came up from."

The main tower, does it mean the main tower on this floor? Compared to the other pillars, it is indeed the largest. Fujiwara Haru has not yet visited the main tower on this floor.

Responding to Jinze: "It's not just one person, it might be five people, with two cars, who will take a lot of stuff with them and prepare to survive down there."

"Ah..." Kanazawa sighed. "Then don't go down through the main tower I mentioned. The elevator is broken and isn't suitable for carrying heavy objects. Besides, the water and electricity on the ground floor are slowly drying up, and food is hard to find. It's hard for the five of you, Fujiwara, to survive down there. Why don't you join me and explore upwards?"

Fujiwara Haru replied, "Don't worry about food and water. The main thing is that this stacked city might collapse. Kanazawa, do you want to go down with us to survive? Try to stay away from this stacked city."

Kanazawa dug into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and asked, "Does Fujiwara smoke?"

"Thank you, I don't smoke."

Kanazawa put away his cigarette. If Fujiwara didn't smoke, he wouldn't smoke either. Cigarettes were still very precious.

"I can't understand why you wouldn't care about food and water. Just think of it as having a huge reserve. Next time you meet someone, don't say such things directly. It will easily attract greed."

Fujiwara Haru blinked and didn't refute. He actually came with an axe on his lower back, and he was taller and stronger than Kanazawa. If they really fought, Kanazawa would probably fall down in a second.

"As for surviving together..."

"No, I still need to continue drawing maps. My lover and I once made a promise to draw all the maps of the Layered City together."

"That's the only memory I have left with her, and it's also the only promise I made to her."

Fujiwara Haru didn't try to persuade him any further. In this apocalyptic world, his power was too small and he couldn't do much.

"As for the spiral tower you went down to, oh, that's the communication tower you mentioned. I've seen one on this floor from afar that might be intact. I'll mark it for you. Oh, and I found a usable fuel supply facility on this floor. I'll mark it for you too."

Kanazawa took the map back and marked it. Fujiwara Haru took it and looked at it for a while. "Thank you very much. Kanazawa, you eat first. I'll go back and make a copy."

"Okay, then I won't be polite." Jinze nodded, swallowed his saliva, and picked up the rice.

Fujiwara Haru returned to the car and, by comparing it with the map provided by artificial intelligence, confirmed that the Kanazawa mark was the location of the communication tower No. 63. If he explored there in sequence, it would take more than a month.

Let’s go over and take a look later.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Haru made some marks on the map of Kanazawa, then took out a notebook and pen, tore off a page, and began to copy the third layer of the car map and mark it on the new map.

He was marking the resource points he had made.

Fujiwara Haru always brings a lot of canned food every time he goes out. After all, the gourmet tablecloth can produce a lot of it without limit, so there is no need to save.

According to Futaba, just in case, before returning to the base every time, he would find a place to pile up the extra supplies, in case something happened to the gourmet tablecloth and he suddenly had nothing to eat.

This was something I had been doing since I came down from the top. But before that, I would just leave a pile of canned food where I was when I woke up in the morning, to serve as a resource point that might be used later.

Gradually, a lot of resource points have been accumulated. They are all backup resources after the gourmet tablecloth incident.

I've marked some of them now so I can share them with Jinze. I hope he won't starve to death later.

He took the copied map and a bag of canned food and returned to Jinze. He handed the map back and said, "I came down from up there. There are some places that still have some food. If you can't find any food later, you can go to these places and have a look."

"And this bag of canned food, take it and eat it first."

Jinze took the map and looked at it for a while, then silently searched his pockets, finding only a few cigarettes, a lighter and a drawing pen.

He had nothing left, nothing to give back. He once had a camera, but he gave it to the blonde girl who had saved his life.

"I have nothing more to give you."

"It's okay, we help each other. To be honest, you helped me too."

“That’s totally not equivalent.”

"Then next time, Jinze should help others more."

"..." Jin Ze was silent for a moment: "If I can meet someone else, yes."

"I'm going to check out the punctuation you just made. See you again someday, Jinze."

"Goodbye, Fujiwara."

Kanazawa stood there and watched Fujiwara Haru drive away and disappear on the street.

The meeting between the two was very brief, and for him, it was perhaps just an episode in his life.

And speaking of which, Kanazawa had actually been vaguely hearing the sound of cars, and Fujiwara had been carrying his gun. He'd even said something about others being on guard, so there was probably nothing to worry about.

As he was thinking, he was about to finish drinking the braised pork soup. The moment he looked down, he saw the still burning wood stove, with scattered flints and tinder beside it, as well as a bag of canned food that had been placed there just now.

Jinze leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Looking at the drifting smoke, he said nothing.

It's just this feeling of being cared for.

Not bad.

Next, continue drawing the map, even if it is meaningless, keep drawing it.

69. I want to share everything, whether it’s daily life or adventure.

At nightfall, Fujiwara Haru arrived at Communication Tower No. 63 and successfully reached the ground through it.

Now, he had a complete route map from the top to the ground. Fujiwara Haru marked it on the map, found an open space to park the car, had dinner, and laid the car seat flat to prepare for sleep.

I wonder what cartoon I will watch tonight.

Aside from occasionally missing Sister Fuyu and Nishimiya Glass, Fujiwara Haru doesn't have many negative emotions. After all, he can watch cartoons every night, review his studies at school, and if it's the weekend, he can just enjoy two days.

The memories that are restored synchronously every day ensure that his san value is always full.

"Running in the crowd?~I can't see?~"

"Occasionally encountering loneliness? ~Spinning in circles?~"

Fujiwara Haru has been watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" lately. He finished the finale yesterday and had no idea what cartoon would be on TV today. He hummed a tune, switched the car music to an instrumental playlist, and fell asleep to the soothing music.

The next day, I woke up naturally, feeling refreshed. I got out of the car and stretched my body. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and found a place to relieve myself. Then, Fujiwara Haru went for a morning run while reviewing the memories I had regained from the previous night.

The school had a flea market—everyone called it a "supermarket"—and the whole school was excited because they had no classes all day. He and his classmates moved a few desks outside and put them together, then sold the fans they had made for one yuan each.

In the morning he was in charge of the stall, and in the afternoon he went out to play. He bought many good things at very low prices from the stalls of his seniors.

I drank watermelon juice for two yuan a cup, and it was ice cold. I don't know where the seniors got it from. I also had a small cake for fifty cents each and played a lottery.

The raffle cost two yuan each, with a guaranteed thick book, and the top prize was a freshly unpacked remote-controlled racing car. During the demonstration, the car was doing acrobatic tricks on one wheel, whirring and whirring on the ground. He stared at it intently and couldn't help but take out his saved pocket money to draw ten times.

I won the second prize, a second-hand smartphone with a broken corner of the screen.

Although it wasn't a remote-controlled racing car, it was still a pleasant surprise: he had a cell phone! When he brought the phone back to the He Miao Orphanage, he showed it to the director, Grandpa.

"You're lucky, but it's a little broken. Come with me." The dean's grandfather took me to a mobile phone store, where he asked a technician to replace the screen and clean it, making it look brand new. Then he went to a mobile phone store and got a SIM card.

Actually, he wanted to apply for China Telecom because he could always see the poster that had been posted in the convenience store for many years, saying "China Telecom Tianyi 3G, so fast~" with a picture of a person surfing the Internet.

It looks like Telecom is very fast.

"Promise Grandpa that you can use this phone normally, but you can't show it off in front of others."

"Okay! I get it, Grandpa!"

She nodded very quickly, agreed to her grandfather's request, and happily took the phone that looked like a new one from the factory and went home with him.

In the evening, I watched CCTV-Children's Channel with everyone. This time we watched the new cartoon "Star Travel".

After watching it, I went to sleep, and when I woke up again, I was already in the end world.

"A planet that spins day and night?~ Covering up other people's backs everywhere?~"

"Let the wind blow away your chaotic breathing?~Wake up quickly?~yeyeye?~"

The morning was a bit gloomy, looking like it was going to rain, but that didn't stop Fujiwara Haru from humming a song as he happily drove back to the third level of the Layered City. Once at the base, he joined the aircraft construction team, helping to build Ishii's plane faster and better.

In the evening, he sat at the table, took out a notebook and a pen, drew Contact Tower No. 63, wrote today's date, and recorded what happened today.

I heard the bedroom door open, closed the notebook and put it away.

Futaba walked in, wiping her hair, with a pleasant fragrance that made people feel itchy and couldn't help but want to take a deep breath.

"What is Fujiwara writing?"

"..." After thinking for a while, he felt that Futaba would not talk nonsense and flip through it, so he told her: "It's a painting diary, recording some daily trivial matters, don't look at it."

"No one would be interested in an idiot's daily life recorded by an idiot."

"It's a relief that I can't read it, but the idea of it being just a fool's daily life is really unconvincing. It makes me want to open my diary to prove that it's not just a fool's daily life."

"Nothing memorable has happened recently, so why would you want to write a diary?"

"Hmm..." Fujiwara Haru pondered the words. "Maybe it's because I want to share this experience with Sister Shendong. I simply want to share it with her. Even if there's no grand adventure, even if it's just a very ordinary daily life, I still want to share it."

"Sister Shendong, Fujiwara's sister."

"Yes, my most favorite sister."

"..." Futaba was silent for a while, her tone maintaining her usual calmness: "Hey, Fujiwara, so you have a sister complex."

"Sister control..." Fujiwara Haru thought for a moment and nodded, "I think so. I really like Sister Shendong."

Futaba paused in brushing her hair.

“She is the most important family member to me.”

Futaba exhaled softly and continued to dry her hair, "Fujiwara, go take a shower. The water should still be hot."

"Have Ishii and the others finished showering?" Fujiwara Haru asked to confirm. He didn't want to intrude on others while they were showering, or be intruded on while he was showering.

"Well, I'll finish my shower today." What Futaba didn't say was that she changed the hot water in the bathtub before showering today. She thought it was because she wanted to take a bath in warmer water.

Fujiwara Haru took the clothes and left the bedroom.