Chapter 284
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Chapter 284: El’s Wonderful Adventure (Part Two)
Hearing the man’s confident tone, the female worker didn’t want to continue the conversation on that topic and instead shifted gears, saying,
“Alright, now that you’ve inspected everything and seen the tomatoes you like, it’s time to clock out, right?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not yet?”
Before the woman could finish her sentence, she saw the man reaching out to pick two of the three nearly perfect tomatoes.
“Here, try this.”
He handed one tomato to his female colleague and smiled at her bewildered expression.
“Didn’t expect that, did you?”
Who would expect this?
I mean, just a second ago, you were praising these tomatoes for being so perfect, and now you want to eat them?
In that brief moment, the woman had a flurry of silent complaints in her mind but ultimately decided to ask honestly.
“How… how did you pick them? Such perfect tomatoes…”
The woman felt her colleague was a bit crazy; it was like someone seeing a beautiful woman at their grandmother’s funeral and then going to extraordinary lengths to see her again by causing their grandfather’s death that same day.
“Precisely because they’re perfect,” the man exclaimed excitedly.
“In the next two weeks, they will gradually grow larger, but their shape will become… ugly and mundane, in short, not how I prefer them.
“So, it’s better to pick them at this most beautiful moment and keep the goodness forever in our mouths and stomachs.
“You are lucky to be working with me today, so just try this.”
This reasoning was somewhat acceptable.
The woman nodded, watching as the man ate a tomato, and she popped the round fruit into her mouth as well.
“It’s a bit sour.”
“Of course, because it’s not ripe,” he replied.
Both of their facial muscles twitched slightly, but they still finished the rare vegetable supply.
This was genuine good stuff; people outside would pay a lot of money but might not even find it.
These soilless cultivated plants and vegetables belonged to some politician’s business, and the best part would be supplied to the politician and the higher-ups; the rest would be sold as fresh or dried vegetables.
Of course, now the best part of this batch was already in their stomachs.
“Why did you leave one?” the woman asked, looking at the last remaining tomato.
“Because I need the seeds,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“Such beautiful tomatoes should be preserved; I believe that if each generation selects the roundest one to keep for seeds, then the tomatoes that grow will gradually become rounder.”
"That makes sense, that makes sense, impressive! May I clock out now?"
"Of course, I need to clock out too."
The woman lost interest in asking more questions, and the two quickly left the greenhouse.
El reappeared from the wall and noticed that every plant rack had corresponding plant names and numbers.
He arrived at the spot where the man had just left the tomatoes, watching the bright red spherical fruit and salivating.
But El knew there were priorities; now was not the time for him to act.
If he ate this key target now, he would undoubtedly regret it once discovered.
After thinking it over, he chose a tomato that looked a bit sickly.
This plant was in the corner of another rack, appearing uninspired, as if it had lost the battle for light against its kind.
Even so, it bore two fruits.
Looking at the branch bent under the weight of the fruit, El instinctively felt a pang of sympathy.
Poor little thing, let me help you.
Soon, there was a straightened, sickly tomato in the underground greenhouse and a boy whose face twisted in sourness.
After this little episode, El decided to continue exploring.
The underground area was much larger than he had imagined, with a very complex structure on this level alone.
After two hours of exploration, El had a rough understanding of the layout of this level.
This underground space consisted of four concentric circles.
The innermost small circle was the workspace for the technicians, and even at night, when it was dark outside, some people in white coats remained at their instruments.
Three increasingly larger rings cultivated edible fungi, vegetables, trees, and bamboo.
Although some things shocked and confused El, he diligently noted everything down.
This was the legendary underground farm… so many varieties.
El felt that his eyes had truly been opened tonight.
At the same time, he was filled with curiosity about the lower levels.
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Meanwhile, at a sewer entrance in the Southern District of the inner city, Shi Jin crawled out, fully armed, cursing under her breath.
She ripped off the gas mask covering her face, looked at the night around her, and felt an urge to swear.
That boy was a pure, unadulterated liar.
It was fortunate she didn’t exercise her temporary enforcement authority to teach that little brat a lesson; she never expected he would deceive her!
She thought about how the Ministry of Internal Affairs was good at making people tell the truth; they should have just caught him and sent him there!
As Shi Jin pondered this, she suddenly realized something.
When she mentioned the possibility of someone living in the sewer, the boy showed no signs of surprise.
And for such random questions, micro-expressions and subconscious reactions couldn’t be faked.
Shi Jin suddenly found that she was not empty-handed; if there were indeed people living underground, that boy must know something.
Given this premise, the only reason he would deceive her was that they were in cahoots!
This meant she was perhaps very close to her destination just a few hours ago…
Thinking of this, a gleam appeared in Shi Jin’s eyes again.
With the mask on, she cared for no one!
Shi Jin turned around and dove back into the sewer.
Meanwhile, near a sewer exit that was five kilometers in a straight line but nearly ten kilometers in actual distance, Luke was packing his belongings.
As a genuine homeless person, he quickly left his hideout after deciding to move.
Working with purpose often yields great results, and places he had previously overlooked now caught Luke’s eye.
He gradually realized that if he simply wanted to survive, it didn’t seem that difficult.
The inner city had very few construction sites and ruins; areas like these randomly refreshed some suitable hiding spots.
After just taking a stroll, Luke decided on a location to move to; he might only stay there for two or three days, but it was enough as a temporary residence, especially since the sewer would soon be raided, and he had to leave quickly.
Looking at the faint moonlight at the sewer exit, Luke roughly judged the time.
In November, dawn came later, and he thought that he could move at least twice tonight.
Taking advantage of the night, his energy arm, glowing softly, lifted his shabby luggage, and he began the first move.
