Even so, finding one particular person in a city was next to impossible. Jiangcheng might have only a hundred thousand survivors left, but they were scattered across different districts. Contact between them was patchy, and there was no unified identity system. A name alone was almost useless.
Backpackers from other settlements occasionally passed through Sha River Subway Station. Chen Xuan had spent plenty of Credit Points asking them about Lin Qing, but it had yielded little. Half a month had passed without a single lead.
Wang Baihu, Xiao Jiu, and Jiang Siqi had been helping him search while gathering intelligence. They had combed through almost all of Sha River Station. By now, it was fairly certain Lin Qing was not there.
Chen Xuan planned to check Foothill Mountain District Subway Station across the Sha River next.
He had heard that more than twenty thousand people were hiding there.
Of course, the worst possibility was that Lin Qing was not in the city at all.
As the longtime residents had said, Jiangcheng had gone through a period of explosive growth as people poured in, followed by a rapid exodus. Tens of millions had fled the city for the countryside, and Lin Qing might have been among them. If so, all his efforts would be for nothing. With Jiangcheng sealed off by the Sky Patrollers, he could not even verify it.
For now, the fact that Room 202 had not become vacant told him only one thing: Lin Qing did exist in this world.
"You must be Mr. Chen. Thank you for saving my life!" The young man beside Zhuang Yu bowed deeply to Chen Xuan. "I was barely conscious on the way back and thought I was going to die. I may have said some nonsense. Please don't take it to