With the driver's master racing all the way with fire and lightning, the group finally arrived at an office building a few minutes early.

There are several low-floor office buildings here, and the registration staff led Cheng Mengyun and his party into the front one.

The inner hall on the first floor is extraordinarily open and brightly lit. At this time, a lot of people are standing in a dense manner. The one in the back is like a bank counter with several windows.

"This is the 'going out'. All newcomers, those who are going to go out or return from going out, need to register and report here." The registration staff led everyone to "window 1". Compared with other windows, this The window responsible for registering "new arrivals" is the most deserted.

"Newcomer here!" I don't know who shouted, and a group of people in the hall rushed to the vicinity of "window one".

"Five people came at once!"

"Little comrade, do you need any help? I'll take you to City D for free."

"Do you call that help? Don't think I don't know your team is short of people!"

"Fuck, out of these 5, 4 are 'first-class'!"

Cheng Mengyun instantly felt that his group was surrounded by a group of enthusiastic people, and the whole hall became noisy.

In the end, the registrar who was squeezed outside forced his way back and shouted, "God, it's your responsibility, don't make up your mind!"

When the other survivors saw that this was a celebrity in the D city base, they were the most important people they had to deal with when they went out on a mission, and they immediately dispersed.

But he didn't go far. He pretended to be an officer in the hall, but in fact he was quietly observing.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh, these bastards haven't seen newcomers for a long time, so they are more annoying." The registration staff changed his fierce look and explained to Cheng Mengyun and the group happily.

"It's okay." Cheng Mengyun once again felt the enthusiasm of the people of D City.

Yinhua was just observing the scene in the hall. He found that there were some infected people in the crowd in the hall. They were not covered, and they all showed the fine black lines on their bodies calmly, and the people around didn't cast strange eyes.

He thought for a moment, but still didn't take off his hood.

He finally swept to the corner of the hall, where it was surrounded by a group of people, even if someone said "the newcomer is here" just now, that group of people didn't move.

"Excuse me, what is that for?" Yinhua pointed to the corner and asked.

The registration officer was handing the information in his hand to the red-clothed staff member at the window. He heard the words and replied: "Oh, that, that is a fortune-telling booth. Because the survivors always want to ask ghosts and gods to make a fortune when they go out on a mission. , The former base director thought it was troublesome for the citizens to run around, so he simply set up a booth in the 'going out', and simply gave everyone a good and bad luck and asked for safety."

Very good, very characteristic of D City. Seeing Yinhua lost in thought, Cheng Mengyun said, "I think you and Sister Zhao will like this place very much. Since you two know Fengshui like the back of your hand, you two might even go out and set up a fortune-telling booth."

The curly-haired young man interjected: "Brother, you and... she knows a lot about Feng Shui?" He glanced at the beautiful woman who was still sleeping in a wheelchair.

"Understand a little bit." Yinhua could tell at a glance that the other party was not interested in drinking, so he chatted a few words casually.

At this time, everyone received a registration form, which is a simple information registration. Such as name, gender, domicile.

"You can fill in some of them as you like, as long as the ability and name are correct." The registration staff saw the hesitation of Cheng Mengyun and others, and immediately realized that this group of people might have hidden worries, so they hurriedly reassured them.

"Qiaoqiao, then you follow my surname 'Cheng'?" Cheng Mengyun squatted down and asked the child pushing Zhao Qinghan's wheelchair.

Qiaoqiao was introduced to her name and its meaning by her brothers and sisters in Longevity Village before, and at that time it was decided that Qiaoqiao would follow Cheng Mengyun's surname as "成".

At that time, Cheng Mengyun and Qiaoqiao got very close because of the need to train her supernatural powers, and in her spare time, she liked to teach children to read and write spelling, and to tell all kinds of fun things. So they are very close.

"Okay." Qiaoqiao nodded obediently.

After writing "Cheng Qiaoqiao", Cheng Mengyun helped Zhao Qinghan, who was still asleep, to fill out her form.

I wrote all the places except for the name and ability. She heard a whispering voice beside her: "So her name is Zhao Qinghan... It sounds so nice..."

When she turned around, she saw that the curly-haired young man was staring at the registration form in her hand.

In the next second, the curly-haired young man was pulled to the side by Yinhua's collar.

"It hurts, big brother, I was wrong." He waved his hand randomly.

"Stay away from her." Seeing the other party peeking at the registration form, Yinhua couldn't help but drag her over when she got too close to Fa Xiao.

"I understand," said the young curly-haired boy with a clear expression, "Big brother, you really care about your sister-in-law." Then he swallowed "still a vinegar essence", he was afraid of being beaten.

Yinhua's expression changed several times, as if he was shocked by the phrase "sister-in-law". He glanced at Fa Xiao in panic, and he was relieved when he found that the other party was still communicating with the staff at the window and didn't notice.

"Don't talk nonsense." Yinhua said.

The curly-haired young man swept away the melancholy of being pulled into the pit by the D city base. He suddenly became interested and came over to gossip: "By the way, how long have you been with your sister-in-law, eldest brother? Who is chasing who? Who is the first to confess? Can you tell me your love story?"

I don't know which word irritated the young man in front of him. The other side said angrily, "Don't ask, we are not together."

The curly-haired young man choked, and he recalled that the elder brother took care of the girl along the way.

He said with pity in his eyes: "I didn't expect that, brother, you are still a licking dog."

The next second, the curly-haired young man screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, big brother is that I am too presumptuous! You are not licking a dog! Everyone has the right to pursue love! Ah!"

Cheng Mengyun glanced behind her suspiciously and found that it was Yinhua who was "repairing" the curly-haired young man. She turned her head back with confidence and continued the registration work.

Huazi is usually not easy to shoot, it must be that young man made a mistake.

At this time, a big fluffy dumpling jumped onto the platform in front of the window.

"Wow, Huang Daxian/weasel!" The staff behind the window looked at the fat weasel in front of them in surprise.

The surrounding crowd made a commotion, as if they wanted to go to see Huang Daxian/weasel, but they were ruthlessly suppressed by the registration staff.

"I'm sorry, it was sleeping all the time, but it ran out suddenly." Cheng Mengyun hugged Huang Daxian/weasel back and stuffed it with a crystal nucleus habitually.

"That's right. If you want to keep pets in the base, you also need to register. Because there have been precedents in which pets have turned into supernatural beasts or zombies before, the base needs to be counted." The staff typed on the keyboard and said patiently.

"It's not a pet, Daxian is a teammate." Qiaoqiao said softly.

"Yes, yes," the staff member laughed, and she took out a registration form again, "Ms. Cheng, please register the information for this teammate."

Cheng Mengyun didn't know that there were other supernatural beasts in the D city base, she thought, and picked up the pen again to fill in.

However, the staff kept smiling. Even when they saw their registration forms, they only hesitated for a moment and didn't say anything more about their abilities. But after Huang Daxian/weasel appeared, the other party's formulaic smile became more brilliant and real several times.

At this time, Cheng Mengyun has not yet realized what the identity of Huang Daxian/weasel means to D City, where the atmosphere of "worshiping ghosts and gods" is very strong.

"Okay, the basic information has been entered into the computer at the base. Are you planning to build a team yourself, or join someone else's team?" the staff behind the window asked.

The crowd in the hall rioted again, and some people started shouting "come to me".

Just kidding, there are quite a few "first-class" ones. You must know that the person who searches the registration staff rarely judges "first-class". Basically, all the survivors who had just entered the base and were judged to be "first-class", after that, they were all outstanding warriors.

Cheng Mengyun felt that if she said "join someone else's team", the whole hall might become a "robbing" scene, so she said immediately: "We will build a team ourselves, but this person is not clear."

She pointed to the curly-haired young man who was talking to Yinhua.

The curly-haired young man immediately stated: "I will join you."

Cheng Mengyun raised her eyebrows: "Your name is 'Jian Tianyi', right?" She just saw the other party's registration form.

The opponent's ability column was filled with some incomprehensible words, with only two simple words: "fit in groups".

The curly-haired young man named "Jian Tianyi" nodded. He knew that the girl with double braids was in charge of this team, so he looked at the other party with some anticipation: "Sister, I will fight zombies. I know how to do housework, and my abilities are not bad, so just accept me, it’s definitely not a loss!”

Cheng Mengyun thought about it: "I have to wait for me and my teammates to discuss..."

At this moment, her words were drowned out by the shouts of the crowd at the fortune-telling booth in the corner.

"Master is going to figure out who the next base commander is!"

"No, no, no, does anyone really want to be the unlucky base commander?"

"Just don't hit me."

The registrar held down the crowd of onlookers who were eager to move again and said: "Because the base director has been replaced five times, and each of them died tragically, everyone felt very unlucky, and no one was promoted to the base director. Therefore, the 'citizen assembly' decided to be the next base. The length is decided by lottery. People are randomly selected in the computer database, and it seems that the selection will be drawn today and then the candidates will be announced. The fortune-telling booth should be calculating who the next base director will be.”

Ah, the base chief is decided by lottery? Would it be too hasty? Cheng Mengyun choked, she thought that the stickers on the identity card were all auspicious words, and the locals might really like to seek good luck and avoid evil.

"The next base chief will be in this position!" An old voice appeared in the fortune-telling booth.

The crowd huddled in front of the fortune-telling booth dispersed with a "rush".

I saw a bamboo skewer shaken from a wooden barrel lying on the small table with the gossip plate and other props on it.

The tip of the bamboo stick pointed directly at Cheng Mengyun and his party in front of "Window One".

Cheng Mengyun and his party: ? ? ?

The registration staff consciously took a few steps back, avoiding the direction pointed by the bamboo stick.

"Is the new base director a newcomer?!"

"Master Ren said that it is in the southeast direction, but they just happened to be standing in that direction."

"Hahaha, my home is not in the southeast, the new base director is definitely not me hahahaha."

The hall was buzzing with activity.

The simple registration work is completed, and the living room is also determined. As for the stay of the young man named Jian Tianyi, everyone has not yet discussed it, so Jian Tianyi has become a temporary "lone wolf".

As soon as they left the office building of "going out", it was getting dark at this time, and everyone was about to follow the registration staff to the residence when they heard a bell rang.

The rich Zhong Qingyin is quaint and penetrating. It rang six times in a row.

"That is the bell of Qingquan Temple. It will be fixed at 12 noon and 6 pm. If there is emergency information that needs to be notified to the whole city, the bell will also ring." The registration staff laughed.

Cheng Mengyun raised his hand, and the watch on his wrist showed: 5:38.

At this moment, a slight electric current sounded, and a rough male voice began to sound from the horns in the streets:

"Citizens, please note that the city council has used a computer to select the sixth base director. The whole lottery process is in accordance with the procedures. Please rush to the "citizen office" to report immediately.

"The name of this citizen, that is, the name of the sixth base chief of the D city base is:

"Huang Daxian/weasel."