The boy, seeing Li Wenli beckoning, was curious yet somewhat uneasy, but eventually he shyly came over.
The boy grinned awkwardly and responded, "Fool... Fool."
"He’s insulting you," Bai Junjun commented expressionlessly from the side.
"..." Li Wenli looked at the young man with a sinister gaze.
The young man’s face turned red as he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I am called Fool."
"???" Everyone exchanged glances.
Who calls themselves a fool?
Could he really be a fool?
Yet the young man chuckled gleefully, as if delighted.
No need for further words, as everyone now had their answer, it seemed he really was a fool...
Li Wenli scratched his head helplessly, "Alright, Fool brother, do you know where there are any vacant houses?"
With countless tube-shaped buildings in Death Valley stretching as far as the eye could see, searching each one would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens, finding a guide would definitely save trouble.
And the young man called Fool nodded willingly, "I know."
"Could we trouble you, Brother Fool, to lead us?"
"Sure," Fool responded fluidly to them, not seeming too foolish from his demeanor.
Fool joyfully walked ahead alone while the others followed behind him.
Bai Junjun couldn’t help but assess the young man.
In times of chaos, those living at the bottom had a hard life, this young man was skinny, his body also bearing numerous wounds.
In this hot summer, his wounds hadn’t been treated in time, many were inflamed and festering, now emitting a foul smell.
And the tumor on his neck, if not mistaken, was due to a chronic lack of iodized salt—goiter!
However, these people didn’t know the cause of goiter, and probably couldn’t do anything about it even if they did.
Wasn’t it said that their meals entirely depended on labor exchange? Most likely, what they acquired wasn’t anything good, certainly not salt.
Thus, the condition of goiter could only worsen.
However, Bai Junjun’s space was mostly filled with salt, this salt, needless to say, was absolutely life-saving straw for the people of Death Valley.
But now, she could not rashly take it out.
Otherwise, how to explain it?
Therefore, Bai Junjun could only set aside this idea for the moment and leave it for later.
Fool led them for a while before stopping in front of a tube-shaped building, pointing at it and saying, "Here, it’s been vacant for a long time."
Li Wenli patted Fool’s shoulder gratefully, "Good brother, thank you."
Fool nodded happily, then stepped inside first.
This empty first floor had no door, so there was no barrier to their entrance.
Once inside, Fool reached up to the ceiling, fumbling around until he found a hidden catch. He clicked it, then pushed a wooden panel inward, revealing an entrance.
As the entrance appeared, Fool expertly pulled a rope, and the familiar sound of gears began to churn.
After a while, a chair resembling a bucket slowly descended.
The young man pointed at the chair and said, "Sit on it, it’ll pull you up."
Bai Junjun and Li Wenli were astonished, this... wasn’t this an elevator?
Remembering the gear sounds that had reverberated earlier, both felt a shiver run through them.
Each household equipped with an elevator, these tube-shaped buildings were really impressive.
After the surprise, Bai Junjun decided to go upstairs as a representative to check.
After all, selecting a house was something Li Wenli had never had a say in, moreover, Bai Sasa and the others were still downstairs; if both big shots went up, wouldn’t they be handing their weak point to others?
Thus, Li Wenli cooperatively stayed below to keep guard.