Chapter 127 Information Sharing Center

Speaking of which, Zhang Wanyue was the one who told him about this Information Sharing Center.

The Information Sharing Center was jointly organized by students from the Vocational College, Polytechnic, and the Film Academy. While it was called "sharing," it was actually a place for buying and selling; some people traded supplies for information, while others traded information for supplies.

They simply profited from the price difference.

Chen Yu couldn't help but lament that wherever there are people, there are middlemen; there was no way around it.

The storefront wasn't large, with dusty exterior walls and a handwritten piece of paper taped to the glass door:

【Information Sharing Center】

The handwriting was crooked, but legible.

A few people stood scattered around the entrance.

Some leaned against the wall smoking, some crouched on the steps, and some had just come out from inside, still clutching slips of paper.

As soon as Chen Yu turned the corner and walked out, he heard a chorus of...

"Holy crap!"

"Retreat!"

"Damn!"

"Go, go, go!"

Exclamations of national slang rang out as figures scattered in all directions.

Chen Yu was already used to it and pushed the door open directly.

The interior was more spacious than expected, with several long tables neatly arranged.

Some people were filling out forms, others were talking in low voices; in short, it was somewhat noisy.

Occasionally, someone would stand up, walk to the innermost counter, hand over a slip of paper, and receive something in return.

At the very back was a row of waist-high wooden counters where several staff members sat, looking down as they checked records.

It looked a bit like a... bank window from before the apocalypse?

Chen Yu's appearance didn't attract anyone's attention, and he walked straight to an empty window.

Behind the counter sat a girl with a ponytail, wearing a shirt, her head bowed as she wrote on a form.

"Hello, what information would you like to buy or sell?"

She was writing very intently, her pen tip gliding across the paper, so she didn't look up at all.

Chen Yu hadn't even opened his mouth yet.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"

A boy at the neighboring window coughed rapidly a few times, reached out, and gently nudged the girl's arm.

The girl frowned and muttered impatiently, "Why are you pulling me? I don't have any cold medicine..."

She continued writing.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!!"

The boy coughed twice more, his face turning pale, and nudged her again with more force.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

The girl finally looked up, following the boy's gaze.

Then she saw Chen Yu.

"?!!!!"

That face.

The face she had seen countless times in the regional chat.

It was standing right in front of her now.

The girl's expression changed instantly, and she nearly toppled over from her chair.

She scrambled to steady herself against the table, and the chair finally stabilized.

The air seemed to freeze.

The boy at the next window had already turned his head, pretending to be invisible.

"Um..."

"How... how can I help you?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to compose herself.

"Are you nervous?"

Chen Yu spoke calmly.

"No... no..."

The girl took a deep breath. "I... my name is Cui Yan. I'm a receptionist at the three-school joint information center..."

Chen Yu was baffled. "And?"

Cui Yan swallowed hard. "What I mean is, we haven't provoked you. You can't... you can't rob us, right?"

Chen Yu's mouth twitched. "I'm just here to buy some information. What on earth are you thinking?"

Cui Yan froze. "Buy information?"

Chen Yu was somewhat helpless. "Nonsense, what the hell else would I come to an Information Sharing Center to rob?"

Chen Yu laughed out of sheer annoyance and glanced around.

Finally, his gaze landed behind the receptionists.

There really was a pile of supplies stacked there—a mess of tools and clothes, several boxes of canned goods, and some unidentified bags.

"?"

Chen Yu's expression tightened. "Whoa, there really are supplies!"

Cui Yan's face went white instantly!

The boy next to her also jumped up, instinctively moving two steps toward the pile of supplies!

But considering the name of the person in front of him, his footsteps suddenly halted!

"No, no, no... there aren't any supplies!"

Cui Yan's voice wavered. "It's just some daily necessities..."

The boy nodded frantically. "Right, right."

Seeing them looking as if they were facing a mortal enemy, Chen Yu suddenly smiled. "I was just teasing you. I really am here to buy information. I'm looking for someone..."

Cui Yan was stunned.

The boy next to her was also stunned.

The two of them exchanged a glance and then looked back at Chen Yu.

"Looking for someone?"

The boy swallowed and spoke quickly, "Student Chen Yu, my name is Wang Xingde, from Haicheng Vocational College."

"Our rules here are like this: you can exchange supplies for points, and points for information; you can also exchange information for points, and points for supplies. Cough, cough..."

He pointed to the wall nearby. "Prices are clearly marked, no cheating of young or old. Inquiring about a person costs about 200 points."

Until now, the phrase "no cheating of young or old" had always been something Chen Yu said to others; this was the first time someone had said it to him.

Chen Yu followed his finger,

His gaze swept across the wooden board.

It was covered with densely pinned slips of paper.

【Missing Person: Male, early twenties, tall and thin, with a noticeable scar at the corner of his left eye. Reward: 50 points】

【Information Wanted: Who has been inside that abandoned factory complex at the end of Road No. 3? What exactly is in there? Reliable information: 200 points reward】

【Missing Person: Looking for a girl, short hair, fair skin, red hoodie. Has anyone seen her? Reward: 20 points】

【Inquiry: That five-person team from the Vocational College—I heard they went deep into Road No. 3 yesterday and didn't come out. Does anyone know the specifics? Reward: 50 points】

【Help Wanted: Who knows someone who can fix walkie-talkies? A heavy reward if fixed, terms negotiable. 10 points for accepting the task】

Chen Yu scanned them one by one.

Searching for people, asking about supply locations, inquiring about disappearances, seeking repairs.

All sorts of things, but nothing he cared about.

But looking higher up...

At the top of the board, there was a large section of familiar terms.

【Inquiry: What exactly happened that night at Villa No. 6? Those in the know come forward, the more detailed the better. Reward: 200–500 points】

【Inquiry: What exactly is the Talent of the murderer Chen Yu? Accurate information: 1000 points reward】

【Inquiry: What's the current situation in the Villa Area? Those in the know come forward. Reward: 300 points】

【Inquiry: What is the grudge between Chen Yu and the Four Great Societies? Reward: 100 points】

"Student Chen Yu."

Wang Xingde gave a friendly smile. "I'll personally cover this request for you. Just tell me the name."

Chen Yu shook his head, his lips curling slightly. "How could I let you do that?"

Wang Xingde was taken aback, thinking Chen Yu was just being polite.

He waved his hands hurriedly. "It's fine, it's fine, just a few points. Please don't..."

Chen Yu interrupted him, pointing at the pile of supplies behind him. "Can those things back there be redeemed with points?"

Wang Xingde's expression stiffened. "Uh... yes..."

He suddenly had an ominous premonition, but before he could say anything,

Chen Yu had already stood up and walked toward the wooden board.

The few people who had been standing in front of the board looking through the slips saw him out of the corners of their eyes and instinctively stepped aside.

Chen Yu wasn't polite at all and reached out.

He tore off the first slip.

He tore off the second slip.

He tore off the third slip.

One after another.

Anything regarding "Chen Yu," the "Villa Area," or "Villa No. 6" was completely torn down.