The Thing Murphy was carrying dropped to the ground with a clatter.

The Peiji glanced at them coolly. “Come in, close the door. ”

All mechanical legs, very neat and uniform.

He turned his gaze back to the girl’s neck, for she was wearing the clothes of some unknown man who had been stolen from a wild boar, and she, too, smelled of a strange and pungent pig smell.

This is intolerable to any male.

The Peiji didn’t say a word. He just took it. He quickly grabbed the zipper at the collar of her dress and pulled it down. The force was so great that two buttons on her waist popped off.

The next moment, the handsome face of the Peiji was slapped with a small handprint.

Moyan’s eyes were red, and he curled up in a dastardly stare, believing that if the Peiji did anything else, he would be showered with slaps.

The fifth group of men, who watched the beating of their eldest brother, had the same thought in their minds. She was so cute.

Because of the imbalance between men and women in the new era of the Federation, men have to take on all kinds of complicated and heavy work in their daily lives. They work hard, and it is difficult to meet single young women, therefore each kind of network idol, the virtual love Bean’s has become their spiritual prop.

In this time of great emotional deprivation, the sight of a living, beautiful young woman no doubt touched their hearts.

Peiji didn’t care for the slap marks on her face, so he tossed the man’s combat suit out the window, walked back, and sat cross legged on the floor beside her.

As soon as he moved, the other men, standing by the door, shifted their rigid bodies, and, one by one, seated themselves behind the Peiji, lined up, looking up at her with an ineffable weirdness: not hostile, kind of like the way people look at lizards in the desert.

Moyan stared silently at the large, rugged men for a moment, and the slightest movement sent a shiver of tension and excitement through their veins. If her eyes were warm, she’d no doubt be cooked.

She was so hungry that she Moyan her left hand against her aching stomach. She couldn’t hold back her breath. “Who are you people? What is this place? ” She asked slowly

Perhaps too long without drinking water, her voice dry, low and light, which in the ears of others is no less than gently fluttering in the air feathers.

Peiji, aware of her condition, reached over and knocked on a silver tin cabinet near the bed. The silver door popped out, and he pulled a small object out of it, because the bottle was opaque and couldn’t see what was inside.

“Drink, drink, ” he said, perhaps taking into account the fact that the Peiji was not near her, and that the smudge was still on his face, and he laid the little bottle on the bed, and withdrew his hand.

Moyan considered her situation and decided that she would either die of thirst or starvation, so she took the supplement without mercy. The taste is sour, not sweet.

But the survivors hadn’t eaten anything until she’d eaten a roasted lizard with no seasoning, so the Moyan wasn’t picky at all. It all dried up in a single gulp.

As she drank rapidly, Murphy, sitting on one side, suddenly saw the light. He took a piece of brown bread from a bag he had brought in, and tentatively handed it forward.

“Here’s some brown bread, Miss, please, ” Murphy said softly, as if a louder blow would blow her away.

Moyan recognized the man in front of her as the real owner of the watch she had picked up, and the wound on his thigh seemed incomplete at the moment, and there was a little blood on the bandage. His face was no more than that of a boy of nineteen, his dark eyes looking at her sodden with expectation.

The Moyan remembered how they had fought to save themselves, bowed their heads, and took the bread in their hands: “Thank you. ”

Then Murphy’s eyes filled with happiness, and a bright star shone through his amber pupils. Most of the others looked at her with similar expressions, but all of this ended in a Moyan, swirling meal.

Girls born in the end of the world, ah, there is no such thing as slow eating table manners, left hand with a fork, right hand with a knife, can’t cross the end of chopsticks, such good habits have sunk into the long river of human history.

They receive only a small daily ration from the orphanage, and if they eat slowly they are likely to be taken away by the older children. And in other poorer bases, the number of people who starve to death every day is unknown.

When you grow up in this situation, you don’t think about what you put in your mouth, says Moyan, a psychologist at the University of California, San Diego. She tore open the hard black bread with her hands, and with her teeth she nibbled the bread into small pieces and swallowed it very quickly. The bread had a sweet oatmeal flavor and was easier to eat than the one I had stolen from the lounge.

Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

She didn’t think anything was wrong, but the others looked on.

The young girl devoured a piece of bread with her arms, and if she did not know what she was eating, she would have thought that she was eating something rare -- when in fact it was bread with coarse grains for the prisoners in the penal colony, without filling it. People who live in better places eat at least fine grain white bread, which no one eats.

The picture was so powerful that none of the young men spoke. As if the softest part of the heart was severely hit, overflow a kind of call heartache mood.

Where the hell did she come from?

The Peiji must have watched her for a while, “This is prison a3, District 12, population about 50,000. You were found in a desert mine in no man’s land. Besides that, there are four other prisons in District 12, all in the swamps, Salt L. , the mountains and so on. The population is not very different. ”

A Moyan action: “Jail? ”

Peiji motioned to the object behind his ear, a bar code so delicate and small that he assumed it was a tattoo. Each of them has a different bar code, which represents the ID of the exile here, which is more or less what the disciplinary record in the file means.

“You don’t have a bar code, you’re supposed to be coming in through the wrong channels from the outside. ” Even the most demented of rulers wouldn’t put a woman in jail, which is why there are so many people in District 12, and not one woman.

“I beg your pardon for the offence, but can you tell us now where you are from? ”

Peiji opened his mouth slowly, and the Moyan peered into his distinctive topaz eyes, giving him a good look at the man.

His hair was dark and curly, tied up in a knot at the back of his head, a few wisps had fallen off his forehead, his skin was light and honey colored, his features a little mixed race, but he could see the outline of an Asian, his general temperament hormonal, and he was very sexy.

Sensing what was about to happen, the Moyan said slowly, “I’m from Changping District, North China. ”

Several people present more or less showed different expressions, or doubts or surprise, “Miss, ” Murphy whispered, “We don’t talk about countries any more. You can say you have Chinese blood, American blood, European blood, but not country. ”

The Moyan’s brow twitched, she looked at the Peiji, “China, ” she explained dryly, “Was the largest old political state in Asia before the founding of the World Federation more than two hundred years ago, and most of its territory belonged to what is now Olivia. ”

“World Federation... 200 years? ” Repeated Moyan.

Murphy looked around, pulled a poster off the wall, and unfurled it to reveal a map of the world in a different shape.

The Peiji pointed to the block above it and said, “The whole world is divided into seven continents. You are in OVIEA, and on top of that there are South Carolina, Nardenbon, Hoban la... you haven’t heard of any of them? ”

Moyan shook her head vacantly. Her original conviction had been shaken. Had she crossed over into a parallel universe?

“So, you’re from... two hundred years ago in China, ” the Peiji looked at her, he went on: “Unlike your former country, the present World Federation is divided into seven continents. Every continent has a supreme head of state, who is elected by Parliament, and the legislative and judicial powers are held by Parliament and the Grand Court, respectively. Each state is divided into 1-12 administrative territorial entity, and you’re in the 12th arrondissement of Olivia. ”

The Peiji talked so much that the Moyan didn’t even listen. She looked at the map in Murphy’s hand. The continents were the same, but the familiar rooster of the Orient was gone, and her whole spirit was shattered.

People who travel thousands of miles to go home, snow and showers are unable to block, no one can say how hard it feels to never return home.

Perhaps her expression is too disappointed, the bottom row of several men are inexplicably anxious to get up.

“Miss, don’t be afraid, although... although China is gone, but the Chinese people have continued, Tours he has one sixteenth of the Chinese people, I remember your great-grandfather is Chinese, right? ” Murphy said

Tours, who had been slapped on the back, looked blank for a moment, then nodded wildly, even though he didn’t know if he had a great grandparent.

Moyan’s attention was drawn to them, interrupted by a sense of loss, and her expression was one of bewilderment.

The Peiji who sat closest to her sighed, “Don’t tell anyone you’re from China, our team keeps it a secret. District 12 is dangerous. There are no good people here. We will do everything we can to protect you... and we hope you will give us some credit. ”

When he had finished, the others looked at her expectantly.

The Peiji continued in his magnetic voice, “There are now two languages in federal lingua franca, Chinese and English, and because there are so many of them, the bloodline is not dead as long as the culture is alive. ”

“My name is PEI. My name is Peiji. It’s also a traditional Chinese name, isn’t it? ”

The Moyan nods.

Her nose was slightly sour, and she held the bread in her hands and nibbled a few more bites.

The men of Squad 5 crouched by their beds in a small, austere cubicle, the wind blowing gently through their hair, and the whole of the Union did not know what treasures they were guarding.

Peiji reached over and wiped the Crumb from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, then moved in a very natural motion to lick her lips.

Moyan: ... Dude, you need to back off.

“We are team 5, ” the Peiji said, gesturing at the thrills of his fellow inmates. “There are 46 teams in this prison, ranked by their overall strength. ”

The fifth team has only four people, compared to the rest of the team at every turn dozens of people situation, his short sentence is enough to show their strength.

Several others rushed to introduce themselves, as if at a blind date.

“Miss, my name is Murphy, I am 20 years old! The talent level is S, my genetic origin is 50% Mastiff, 20% golden retriever, I eat everything, especially good breeding, also do not have any bad habits! ”

“My, My, my name is Guerin, and I am an armadillo, and I am nothing but a hard-skinned... ”

“My name is Tours, talent level S, and I am ostriches... ”

Peiji stood with his arms folded, watching the young girls surrounded by his men, all of whom had come from civilian families, and whose fathers were not eligible for spouses, so they were born instead of wombs. These boys have been in the military since they were teenagers, because of their genetic gifts, and they’ve never been in contact with a young woman, let alone this close.

Pei Jidan looked out of the window of the Silent Night.

Do you know how many men here have never seen a woman in their lives?