The apocalypse had driven many people mad, and there were plenty at No.7 Base before, but none had been relocated because of their mental issues, documented in base records. Even those with tickets weren't allowed to transfer.
Those who could transfer, then, were all mentally sound, or at least they had never fallen ill at the original base.
It hadn't been expected that, after such a long time, new cases of madness would emerge. The apocalypse truly wasn't something ordinary people could endure.
The next day, Lu Jianshe came over because of the incident yesterday.
After he entered the house and settled on the sofa, there were juice and room temperature water on the coffee table.
Gu Pan and her group had already cleaned up the house to have a homely feel, even though many pieces of furniture were broken, but they could fix them themselves.
Lu Ruisheng poured a glass of juice for Lu Jianshe, "Second Uncle, have some juice."
