usatvline Chapter 513 Everything is in order 1
Chapter 513 Everything is in order 1
The more Anjiu looked at it, the more he felt it was a reward.
After finishing their meal, the natives below controlled the floating chairs beneath them, lined up, and moved toward the residential area in an orderly manner.
There was no pattern to their queues and once they entered the building, a small light would be turned on at each house to indicate that someone was already inside.
But the problem is that these small lights are lit up one by one, from the east household on the first floor to the west household, and then to the second floor, lighting up layer by layer.
It’s as if they don’t have a house of their own, they just take whichever one is theirs.
Without the indigenous people staring at them, everyone felt much more relaxed and talked to their neighbors about the indigenous person who had spoken to them at that time.
"My girlfriend was quite polite. She asked me what I wanted to eat. I said anything, but she ordered so much food for me!"
"You're all almost there. Look at me. I've got a bed, a stool, and water to drink at night! That man is so easy to talk to. As long as I ask, he'll buy it for me. No problem!"
The old man with a sparse beard smiled with big yellow teeth, happily touching the new furniture around him, and added: "You have to be bold to make requests. If you don't tell them, how can they know?"
The woman in the room to his left shook her head in confusion. "But why would they buy things for us? We are not even related..."
The old man chuckled, "You still haven't figured it out? Those people have small mouths and no teeth, what can they eat? They can only watch us eat and then satisfy their cravings! They are asking something of us, wouldn't it be stupid not to take the opportunity to make some requests?"
The woman nodded, not quite understanding.
But Anjiu felt that what he said should be the truth. Isn’t the function of a helmet to convey emotions?
Let's wait and see tomorrow. If the experience is the same as today, it will prove that what the old man said is correct.
But after waiting for a long time, the sky still didn't darken. It was still bright above my head, but my body had reached the point where it was time to fall asleep.
Those who had beds lay on them, and those who didn't spread out their luggage and lay on the ground, and everyone closed their eyes and fell asleep.
But maybe it was because it was too bright in front of me, or maybe it was because I had just arrived in a strange place and couldn't sleep well.
They have to open their eyes every time they sleep for a while. Without the virtual bracelet on their wrist and no time nearby to refer to, no one knows how much time has passed.
I figured that not too much time had passed, so I covered myself with the quilt and went back to sleep. A moment later, the process repeated itself.
In the residential area, the small lights hanging in front of every window were quietly on. The old man who couldn't sleep at all had nothing to do, so he lay in the corner, staring with his eyes wide open, trying to see clearly.
"These people don't even draw the curtains when they sleep. How can they sleep in such bright weather?"
He mumbled to himself and changed his body posture until he finally found a good angle that allowed him to look into the room through the window. He was so excited that he wanted to whistle.
He continued to look, his eyes slowly climbing up the bed covered with neat white sheets, sweeping over the legs of the native lying straight, then the hands folded on the abdomen, then the upper body, neck, and head.
When I looked up again, I happened to meet a pair of eyes looking straight at me.
The old man trembled all over, and a tingling chill surged from his heels up to the back of his head.
He shivered and felt refreshed.
He quickly avoided the sight and crawled to the other corner of the room.
Well, that person won't just keep looking at this place like this, right?
Why does he sleep without a blanket or clothes?
Is he really sleeping?
As many questions came to his mind, the old man broke out in cold sweat.
He looked around quietly. Everyone was lying down and no one noticed his abnormality.
This alien world is indeed full of ghosts. We should be careful and not stand out...
As the small lights in the residential area were turned off one by one, the indigenous people lined up in a long queue and walked down from the top floor one by one. While walking on the road, they crossed and changed formations in an orderly manner, then walked into the factory area and stood in front of the assembly line one by one to start working.
——Even their movements are in unison.
They are producing a bread with brightly colored packaging and a thick jam filling in the middle, which looks very appetizing.
All the natives wore the same clothes and were located in various locations in the factory.
The finished bread is sent along a conveyor belt and eventually falls into a large trash can.
There are a total of ten such trash cans. When they are full, the workers standing at the back will drive a forklift to lift the trash can, drive it all the way to the back of the factory, and deliver it to the five super-large construction vehicles waiting there.
At this time, the grappling hook will pour the bread in the trash can into the truck's cargo box.
slam-la-
The freshly made bread was squeezed and fell down, stacked together with the hot pre-prepared dishes below.
The people who were locked in the house woke up one after another.
Everyone felt heartbroken seeing this scene.
What a waste!
It's shameful to waste food!
Why make so much food if you're not going to eat it!
The sixth-class citizens couldn't believe their eyes. They had difficulty getting food every day, and the people here actually threw away the food they had just produced?
What is the purpose of this operation?
Looking for something to do?
So, under the keen gaze of the crowd, the natives, who had only worked for an hour, began to rest.
People emerged from the factory building and brought them reclining chairs, and others carried trays with bottles of syrup-sized drinks.
The people on the assembly line were very regular even when sitting on the recliners. They took their drinks from inside to outside, in circles.
There was no entertainment equipment on site, so they just drank in silence. After the first person put down the empty bottle, the others followed suit.
When the first person starts rocking the rocking chair gently, the others will follow suit.
At first the rocking chairs swayed at different speeds, but somehow they became closer and closer until they had the same frequency.
Another hour later, they got off work at noon, and everyone lined up in the direction of the cafeteria, received their lunch trays, got their food, and ate in their suspended seats.
There was no solid food on the plate, only liquid food, and the quantity was very small. I drank it all in a few scoops with a small spoon.
Even so, they still burped and touched their stomachs with satisfaction.
After returning the food trays, it was time for an individual lunch break. They disbanded the team and drove their suspended seats to the leisure area.
All the entertainment equipment here is free to use. The staff who had been waiting for a whole morning began to get busy, opening doors, fastening seat belts, and closing doors. Another person held the operating lever, pushed it up to start the machine, and pressed the round button to gradually stop it.
A group of indigenous people had the same expression on their faces. They sat in the roller coaster seats one by one and put their hands on the handles in front of them. When the staff saw them, they raised their hands to make an OK gesture.