The militiamen guarding the pass on the mountain road in Raccoon Town expressed great surprise at the visit of the traveler.

"Is there anyone else in this world?" said a militiaman who was very old, his hair was mostly white, and looked like he was about to retire. "I haven't seen an outsider for almost ten years!"

Alfion explained with a smile, her beauty and spiritual strength played a good role, so that the militiamen who were full of suspicion and vigilance temporarily let down their guard-or, the transmigrators were not in a hurry to enter the town The attitude reassured the militiamen a lot.

After chatting for a while, she got a lot of valuable information from the militiamen. For example, there were originally many towns and villages in this world, but with the passage of time and the invasion of monsters, the towns and villages gradually became deserted, and the survivors continued to gather in those safer places. In the end, the rest of the people gathered here.

Now, the thousands of people in Raccoon Town are almost the last population of this world.

However, in the past two years, the monsters have been quite honest, and there have been no large-scale attacks. Although the people of Raccoon Town lacked food and clothing, they could barely maintain their lives. Naturally, their lives were not comfortable, but at least they were still alive, or at least they were still living like humans, not turning into corpses and living monsters.

The militiamen were unwilling to let all the passers-by go up the mountain. The team of nearly 30 people was too large, and they knew that they were capable. , the human civilization in this world will also be cut off.

After discussion, the six people who could finally go up the mountain were all handsome men and beautiful women. Yuneruo had a lot of opinions on this - he thought it was discrimination.

"It's not my fault that I'm ugly! Why can't I go up the mountain if I'm ugly!" he protested.

"It's really not because you're ugly," said the militia captain, the veteran militiaman who was about to retire. "You're too big, and children will be afraid."

"It's not just because I'm ugly! If I'm a little more handsome, let's say as handsome as him--" Yunero pointed to Aaron, who was qualified to go up the mountain, "Would you not let me go because I'm tall? Am I going up the mountain?"

The militiamen were silent.

Aaron, game ID Hanfeng, occupation is taboo scholar, race is Wangdu.

Although he has a bad reputation, although he likes to do evil experiments, although he is ruthless... but he is handsome.

Although he can't compare to a handsome guy like Wang Tuhao, Aaron is actually a handsome guy, the kind that makes little girls unable to help but look back at him while walking on the road. Therefore, although he put on a cold and paralyzed posture that no strangers should enter, the militiamen still chose to let him go up the mountain.

It's no wonder that Yuneruo complained with grief and indignation. In terms of character, Yuneruo may not be able to compare with Panda, the chivalrous paladin, but at least better than the evil scientist, Aron!

How on earth did these blind guys see that Aaron was "more reliable" and "won't cause trouble"!

Because Yuneruo took the lead, many people made a commotion. There are not many handsome people among the transmigrators, most of them are grotesque. But if they are reliable and not troublesome, they feel better about themselves than Aaron in almost every aspect.

If it wasn't for the panda's persuasion, everyone might have continued to make trouble at the pass.

After so much trouble, they finally respected the militia's decision and let the five selected people go up the mountain.

As for Aaron, they were left behind.

"You wouldn't want him in town."

"Yeah, it's for your own good!"

"Don't ask what he does."

"Really, it's for your own good!"

The militiamen were very curious about this handsome man in white who was forcibly left behind by his companions. However, Aaron didn't want to talk nonsense with them, and the transmigrators didn't want to introduce what Aaron did to these militiamen.

Seeing that their spirits are not very good, what should I do if I know Aaron's true face and are scared to death?

They had heard that when Aaron was in the Iron Chain Fortress, he once scared a messenger to death...

For this kind of hearsay, Aaron neither affirmed nor denied, perhaps in his opinion, this kind of gossip is worthless.

He was not angry when he was forbidden to go up the mountain, but he just walked into the forest in the distance, collected some plants at random, and began to study and analyze.

"This world is weird, and there are dangers everywhere," he explained when Panda asked in the past, "I wouldn't be surprised at all if ordinary people in this world died, and it could even be taken for granted. But There are actually survivors in Raccoon Town, and there are still a lot of them... I think there must be a special place in the biosphere in this area, which is worthy of careful study."

For his statement, Panda is in favor. But for his research method, Panda said he couldn't understand it at all.

Aaron didn't take out any bottles and jars, he just made a gray-green slime, then threw the collected plant samples to the slime, let this guy eat it, and then put his hand on the slime. With his eyes closed, he didn't know what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Analyze, compare."

"So you can analyze and compare?"

"That's right."

Listening to the impatience in Aaron's words, Panda wisely stepped aside and continued to exercise.

At the pass, the passers-by took out food to share with the militiamen, and continued to inquire about things in this world by the way.

The militiamen were amazed at the clean food they brought out. The militia captain said that this kind of food is very rare, and only a few farmlands on the mountain can produce a little bit, and also took out a piece of wheat cake for comparison.

The oatmeal was golden in color and dry, but when I looked closely, I could see some fine black spots, like worms.

According to the militia, this is "clean food."

As for unclean food, there are a lot of them in the pass. The storage bucket in the corner is full of ordinary food. They were gray tubers, a powder of unknown taste that smelled a little fishy, ​​and jerky with a suspicious blood color.

"Aren't there any vegetables?" asked Gondor, who liked vegetables.

"Vegetables? Only in town," said the militia captain. "Vegetables can't be stored."

"What did the vegetables look like?" asked Gondor, taking out a cabbage—his favorite vegetable. "Is that so?"

The militia captain took the cabbage, watched it for a while, and couldn't help biting it.

Then, he wept silently and said nothing.

Gondor stood on tiptoe, patted him on the shoulder, and said no more.