Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 331 - 138: Sleet, an Unexpected Turn!

The first day the migrants arrived, the weather surprisingly showed some favor.

Unlike the endless rain of the previous days, the sun appeared early in the morning, golden rays pouring through the thin clouds, casting a gleam on the puddles left behind from the day before.

Yet looking toward the horizon, one could still see a long stretch of dark clouds, thick with ink, pressing heavily against the sky.

This hinted that the clear day was just a brief respite, and more continuous rain would soon follow.

"Judging by past years’ experience, this rain should have ended after another ten days or a half month at most."

Master Zhang grasped the steering wheel, shaking his head as he looked at the clouds outside the window, "But this year, the weather’s truly strange. It hasn’t been normal since spring. Yesterday, I heard some long-distance truck drivers talking that in past years, the hottest temperature in Sea Province’s summer would be around forty degrees, but this year it skyrocketed to forty-eight degrees, killing quite a few people."

He paused, with a few sighs in his tone: "Now it’s even more bizarre; this is indeed July, yet the night temperatures are nearing below zero. Judging by the rain line hovering, it wouldn’t be surprising if it rained all the way into September, with even snow in between."

Cheng Ye didn’t respond, but he was calculating quietly in his heart.

If it really rains until September now in mid-July, wouldn’t that be a continuous month and a half of incessant rain.

If it truly lasted that long, the concern would not just be the issues of mold, disease outbreaks, and construction being held up due to the rain, but the risk of Lin River’s embankment breaking.

If Lin River breaks its embankment, Happiness City might escape disaster due to its slightly higher terrain, but Yueye Shelter City would definitely be the first to bear the brunt.

In this era, there isn’t enough manpower and resources to regulate the rivers. If it comes to that, it would be a complete catastrophe.

Can the Extraordinary manage the flood?

Cheng Ye was not very sure; in the face of such immense natural power, unless the current Extraordinary still possess the kind of world-destroying power he had seen through the eagle’s perspective, it would be absolutely impossible to block a breach over a hundred meters wide.

The bus steadily stopped in front of the South Inspection Station.

From afar, Cheng Ye saw Chu Yunfeng waiting by the platform.

To his surprise, Yu Qinghui was also with him, and so was Chu Xuan, who was about the same age as Liu Yi, wrapped in an oversized old coat, standing on tiptoe looking towards the bus.

The family of three huddled in the slightly cool wind, occasionally sniffling, clearly shivering from the cold.

But gathered together, talking quietly, with occasional soft laughter, there was a vivid vigor of leaning on each other in distress, which inexplicably stirred a hint of emotion in Cheng Ye’s heart.

Chu Yunfeng’s adventure was over, and it was time for the family to achieve calm and happiness.

However, it was unclear, with the arrival of a large number of migrants, whether Chu Yunfeng would settle his family in the Buffer Zone according to his character, or take the risk to the Outer City to catch the first wave of development.

"Inspector Cheng!" Chu Yunfeng was the first to see him, promptly pulling his wife and child, and quickly walked up.

Cheng Ye pushed the car door open to get out, and instinctively glanced at the panel.

Hey, finally normal.

Chu Yunfeng’s cooperation level hadn’t decreased; it was still similar to yesterday’s at 43%.

However, Yu Qinghui’s cooperation level had risen to 36%, and even Chu Xuan, who had been at 0%, jumped to 17%.

Hmm.

This kid indeed had quite the alertness.

Cheng Ye was just about to turn off the panel when he suddenly paused; could Chu Xuan actually have a searchable Level 1 skill?

Taking a closer look.

This kid could do it; although he looked quite plain, his eyes revealed a resilience.

Quite a few adult scavengers might not even have skills, yet who would have thought this seven or eight-year-old-looking child would.

Could it be the excellent genetic inheritance from Chu Yunfeng?

"Didn’t I ask you to come at seven? Why are you waiting here so early?"

"Considering the unusual situation outside today, you might be busy, so I came earlier."

Chu Yunfeng rubbed the red cheeks of Chu Xuan from the cold.

The little boy immediately understood, pulling out a smile that was noticeably shy, "Thank you, Inspector Cheng, thank you, Uncle Cheng."

Am I already being referred to as an uncle?

Cheng Ye was taken aback and smiled, meeting Yu Qinghui’s gentle face.

"Inspector Cheng, thank you for helping our family, truly appreciate it."

Yu Qinghui said, taking something wrapped in two layers of plastic bags from her bosom.

Upon opening, Cheng Ye immediately recognized it as the cheapest notebook sold in the grocery store, which still cost 25 coins.

"Yunfeng said you needed information on the Hundred Ghosts Gang. Since his handwriting is sloppy, I did the writing for him. We’ve cross-checked several times, but if there are any errors, please forgive us."

Their tone was sincere, with not a hint of pretense in their gaze.

Sincerity truly is the ultimate weapon.

Cheng Ye inwardly sighed, noting that the family’s eloquence was extraordinary, so was their strength, surely harboring many stories.

Yet, standing here at this moment, they had shed all disguises for him, leaving only pure gratitude.

Cheng Ye nodded slightly, then noticed the faint dark circles under both Chu Yunfeng’s and Yu Qinghui’s eyes, with bloodshot eyes.

Apparently, they hadn’t slept well over the note, perhaps not even shut their eyes at all.

But on second thought, it was understandable, maybe not just for copying the information, but more likely from the excitement of finally being able to move out of the slums, making it hard to sleep.

He took the notebook and opened it, not expecting that in just one day, they had written over twenty pages densely packed, with almost six hundred words per page.

The handwriting was neat and graceful, with no joined letters, using different colored pens for various forces: red pen marked high-risk groups like the Gluttonous Ghost, whereas the black pen noted those with legitimate livelihoods like the Red-haired Ghost.