Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space! - Chapter 1567 Not even close
Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!
Chapter 1567 Not even closeBoss Zhang took the lead in opening the door of a double room and introduced it to everyone with a smile:
"Everyone, take a look at this room. Although it's not big, the beds are pretty solid."
Everyone followed his guidance and looked inside.
The furnishings in the room were clear at a glance. There were two simple single beds placed side by side. The bed frames were made of rough wooden boards with jagged edges, as if they had been randomly cut and pieced together.
If you look closely, you can see some sawdust left on the board, as if recalling what it once looked like as a tree.
There is a small bedside table on each side of the bed. The paint on the table has long been mottled and peeled off, like withered petals, revealing the yellowed wood inside. The color is just like the fallen leaves in late autumn, exuding an old atmosphere.
There was a slightly worn table in the corner of the room, and its legs seemed to be a little shaky, as if they had experienced countless shakes and bumps.
If you touch it lightly, the table will make a creaking sound, as if protesting against the pressure it is under, and it really looks like it will fall down with a gust of wind.
There were many patches on the bedding on the bed. The colors of the patches were different, and it was obvious that they were made of different fabrics.
However, they were folded neatly and looked clean, presumably having been carefully cared for by the owner.
In these last days, having such bedding is a rare luxury.
Then, Boss Zhang turned around and led everyone to a single room.
He reached out, grasped the door handle, pushed it gently, and the door slowly opened.
"This single room is smaller, but it's quiet," said Boss Zhang.
Everyone looked inside and saw that the space was very small, only enough space for a single bed and a small wardrobe.
The bed was equally simple. There was an obvious water stain on the wall at the head of the bed. The shape was strange, like an abstract painting, which made people wonder how it was formed.
The door of the closet couldn't be closed, like an elderly man, opening his mouth weakly, revealing the empty space inside, as if waiting for someone to fill it.
After looking around, Lu Jingcheng quickly exchanged glances with his companions.
The companions' eyes clearly revealed their careful scrutiny and consideration of the environment, and they understood each other instantly.
Lu Jingcheng made a prompt decision and said:
"There are exactly 10 of us in our group, so let's book 5 double rooms."
Boss Zhang nodded and said:
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements for you right away."
With the proper arrangement of Boss Zhang, everyone was successfully assigned their own rooms.
When Boss Zhang indicated that the rooms had been arranged, everyone chose rooms according to their own wishes.
Li Luo and Shi Xinxin smiled at each other, and without saying a word, they tacitly chose the same double room.
Shi Xinxin walked into the room and casually placed her backpack on the bed, with the bed making a muffled "puff" sound.
She wrinkled her nose and couldn't help saying:
"Compared to our Jinling base, the environment here is really far inferior. Although the accommodation conditions in our Jinling base are not luxurious, the rooms are clean and tidy. Unlike this bed, it looks hard."
Li Luo put his things aside and said with a smile:
"It's not possible. It's good to have a relatively safe place to live in the apocalypse. Think about it, we have been sleeping in the open air for many days. At least here we can shelter from the wind and rain, which is already a good condition."
As she spoke, she slowly walked towards the window.
Thick dust accumulated on the windows, like a layer of gray gauze covering the glass.
She reached out and wiped it gently, leaving marks on the glass with her fingers. Through the small window created by the wipe, she looked out at the dim street.
On the street, the dim lights cast a weak light and there were few pedestrians.
Occasionally, a few figures flashed by, their hurried steps seemed to be avoiding some invisible threat. Under the dim light, they looked particularly lonely.
Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are dilapidated, and the walls are covered with cracks, just like the cracked wounds on the earth, silently telling the cruelty of the end of the world.