In addition to the cleaning teams in the base, most survivors are responsible for their work to maintain the basic operation of the base.

In addition to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, others are also arranged in a unified manner, just like the cleaning team. After the evening meal time is over, some people can go to wash and rest, while others have to hurry up and finish the work that has not been finished during the day.

Because in order to save energy, the base will turn off the lights at 10 o'clock, leaving only the necessary facilities for patrol personnel and the corridor voice-controlled lights in the dormitory area. By then, it will be an active period of the virus. The manager has regulations that after 10 o'clock, everyone has to stay in the dormitory except the toilet and don't go anywhere.

Carlos wore a white striped uniform with a uniform base, covered with an apron on the outside, bent down and mopped the floor while humming a song.

He worked once in two days, this time cleaning up the base’s conference room—with his roommate.

The conference room is located in the central building of the entire base building complex, with a large area. One side of the wall has been demolished and replaced with floor-to-ceiling glass windows from top to bottom.

Outside the window is an orange-red sky, and the clouds firmly wrap the sun. Since the end of the world, this world has never faced the sun again. When the weather is at its best, you can only see the sun's halo through the thick clouds.

The weather was good this evening, with clear sky, as if it was burned by fire, and the green leaves were blown by the wind, hiding the beauty of gems.

The sky and the jungle complement each other. When Carlos looked up, his green eyes and reflection of the sky also had the same effect.

The eyes were full of warmth, and from his pleasant humming of songs, he knew that this beautiful view on the ground was very suitable for his appetite.

"Brother Luo, you seem to be in a good mood?" The roommate is a very young child, probably only fourteen oriental, with a standard oriental appearance. He brought a bucket to Carlos and wiped the dust on his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"It's beautiful outside, isn't it?" Carlos smiled at the child. "If the sky could be a little redder... it would be like the setting sun, and the world was turned down by the entire bloody sky, so poetic."

He can't mess with the child anymore.

After two seconds of silence, the child said with a silence: "Brother Luo, I have never seen someone more knowledgeable than you, but why do you say something terrible from time to time..."

"Just kidding." Carlos shrugged, put the mop into the bucket that the child brought, and turned the pole of the mop to wash it.

The conference room has been almost cleaned, and you only need to mop the last small piece of open space and you can finish work today.

Then it was time for him to send a message to Zhao Yijiu.

"You are always scary." The child pouted, "This makes me always wonder if you are infected by the virus. Luo Ge, scary people will scare people to death!"

"Oh, if you have the opportunity to learn art, you won't think so." Carlos stretched out his index finger and nodded the child's head. "Art is always more extreme and exaggerated. You are too young to understand the poetry full of destructiveness."

"Is that true?" The child was a little suspicious, but could not find a reason to refute, because he really didn't have the opportunity to learn art, and the end of the world came too early.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was knocked from outside.

The man was very polite. After knocking three times, he waited quietly outside without making any noise.

Carlos smiled unchanged and muttered: "Is anyone going to use the conference room?"

The child was also surprised, and wiped his hands on the apron on his body, jumping around: "I'll go open the door."

He is really happy - he has been happy all day long.

He likes Little Luo Ge very much. When he stays with Little Luo Ge, he can always hear all kinds of novel stories, and the atmosphere is also relaxed and pleasant. Little Luo Ge seems to always have the ability to control the rhythm of his speech and will not make him bored. However, the rest of the dormitory probably thinks so. Little Luo Ge is always surrounded by a bunch of people, like shining stars.

Today I happened to work with Xiao Luoge, and there were only two of them. The child felt that he was being watched by Xingxing at all times, and he lived a very happy whole day.

He has no family, but he relies very much on this roommate who has just met for two weeks. Perhaps this is called personal charm.

With a smile on his face, the child reached out and opened the door.

Then he was stunned.

A young man of medium shape stood outside the door, with an external breathing filter on his face and a combat uniform from the base.

The young man tied his ponytail, and his hair fell from his temples. His eyebrows and eyes fell in the air were very soft, and his whole person exuded a moon-like temperament.

Seeing the child, the young man smiled and said hello: "Hello."

"Wow, hello." The child sighed, then came to his senses, turned to Carlos in surprise and said, "Logo, it's the cleaning team!"

Carlos paused, straightened his waist, and glanced at this side with green eyes.

Then his good mood seemed to be cracking open, and his whole body showed a strange look, as if he had been brought to the door by some trouble.

He held his hand low and placed it on his lips, clearing his throat: "It's you, ahem, the new member of the cleaning team. At this time, I'm going to tell me if anyone needs to use the conference room?"

"No, I'm asking you for something." The young man still smiled, his tone calm.

"Ah? But Luo Ge and I are still working." The child saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right, and subconsciously helped Carlos find excuses. "If the eldest brother wants to find Luo Ge, then we will talk about it when we finish our work?"

"What a smart child." The young man's smile deepened, he looked down at the child in an unknown way, and stretched out his hand.

He seemed to want to touch the child's head.

But before he touched the child's hair, a stick penetrated across it, blocking his hand.

The young man looked up as expected and saw Carlos holding the mop stick, looking a little alert, showing a stiff smile: "It's easy to say, the work is almost done anyway, and it should be a problem for the cleaning team to find me, it doesn't matter."

Then Carlos turned around and said to the child, "Little guy, you haven't even gone to eat dinner. You must be hungry. Leave the rest to me. Now you have time to go to the cafeteria."

The child was a little hesitant.

Carlos narrowed his eyes and calmly strengthened his tone: "Go to have a meal quickly, the child is going to grow up."

Hearing the hint, the child pulled the hem of his clothes in a tangled manner, and finally turned around and ran away.

In a moment, only two people were left around the entire conference room.

The actor laughed: "This stick is blocked in time. If you don't move, I will shatter his soul."

"But he is still a child." Carlos's professional smirk with eight teeth shining in the orange-red sky on the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
Chapter completed!