At the end of autumn, New York was somewhat depressed, and the reconstruction of the city gave the city new blood and new vitality, but in the autumn it took him away, as if the cycle of the year was coming to an end, and people's lives were about to come to an end.

In the midst of this desolate ruin, a few lonely bulldozers are constantly erasing the pain of the previous people and leveling the ground.

After that, the whole was paved with mud. Where there are steel bars, they all smash into it.

People can live, they can live, they can build houses here, in Si Fan's opinion, this is trouble, this place is a ruin, the biggest difference between ruins and wasteland is that ruins are unusable places, if the land here is developed, there are countless reinforced concrete below, the land is not solid, there is air, and these reinforced concrete inside will have a very serious impact on the construction.

If you want to bulldoze them all.

That's even more impossible, this is a city, and if you want to clean it up, it will take a lot of energy.

So they're walking here now, and what they see is some places being leveled and others starting to be cleaned up.

The project is called a drop in the bucket, but fortunately Sifan's current power system can save energy, so it's just the cost of labor and the wear and tear of the equipment.

Today's labor is almost zero at all.

This clean-up is carried out slowly in the way the ants move, and all the construction waste is in a fixed accumulation area

Of course, this area is now Skynet's garbage treatment plant.

All the scrap is transported over and then unloaded as quickly as possible

And so on and so forth, slowly accomplishing this almost impossible feat.

New York, the world's largest Ferris exponential city, needs to rebuild the city by turning all the old megabuildings into garbage, and then rebuilding the city.

The devastated ground needs to be resurfaced and then re-tamped.

This loss after loss is to revive the city.

In fact, it is better to find a new place to build New York.

But Si Fan can't do that, New Yorkers don't want to.

There's their New York, the best city they've ever dreamed of.

"See, this is New York, New York now. Si Fan pointed to the city in front of him and introduced Wang Xu to his side.

This is New York, and in front of them is a huge ruin, and they can't tell where it is, but a collapsed flag tells them that this is Manhattan, the former super-rich district.

Now there is nothing left, Manhattan is in ruins, and mansions have become the mounds of dirt they are now.

A few people looked at the ruins in front of them, at the collapsed houses, at the shops that were once popular, and at the houses that once lived in many celebrities.

Si Fan sighed, after how much scenery there is, it's all a pile of wasteland.

"This is New York, this is the rich area of the past, Manhattan, it's a lucky thing to have a house here, look at it now!" Si Fan pointed ahead.

They shut up, this is a piece of ruins, and what they see will always be ruins, a depression of value.

There's no value anymore, there's no more attractive value.

They looked at the land, and no one spoke.

"Wang Xu, you have to look carefully, should this land really be like this? Should they be displaced? I'll be honest with you, there are a large number of corpses buried in the ground here, and their bodies were cremated there, and then a report with their DNA became their last trace, which was placed in a place called a mass grave where countless people piled up at the same time. ”

The words are indifferent, so many people died at the same time, and those who found corpses were already good, and more were rotting corpses, so they had to be disposed of quickly to avoid the plague.

The things in life can't be solved by the overflow of the heart of the Virgin, but you still have to do a lot of things ruthlessly.

So many people died, and the plague caused must have been great. Some people have already prepared for epidemic prevention, and the potion has been sprinkled I don't know how many times.

Watching the corpses being carried out one by one, then on a stretcher, covered with a white cloth, and then heading straight for the crematorium, it was so shocking that people couldn't help but feel sick.

Thankfully, the cremation site doesn't smell too much disgusting, and it doesn't have too much dust.

You don't even know it's already incinerated when you don't know it.

In the end, all that is left is the ashes, and they have already been packed, and if they are sealed, just take them.

Even this machine is very standardized.

The three of them looked at these corpses, and to be honest, it was really uncomfortable, there was a very strange smell wafting through the air, and they couldn't say it, and they didn't have to say it.

We all know where the smell comes from.

Looking at the mourning of all over the wilderness, looking at the death of an individual, the number of people has dropped to a very low inflection point.

There is no population here, only land, there is a lack of a large number of talents here, and this is ruins.

Wang Xu just looked at it, looking at all this, he would vomit when he saw the rotting corpse, look back carefully when he saw a celebrity, and he would be afraid for a while when he saw the corpse of a celebrity.

In the end, it was indifferent.

Maybe some scumbags in history are right, when the dead are too much, they don't care about life.

They feel the disregard, and the staff here are used to it. They are handled in an orderly manner.

Si Fan could see it, Wang Xu could see it, Xiao Xu could see it, and in the end, he left slowly without making a sound.

They were even more silent.

When they walked to a temporary café that was open, Si Fan took them in and asked for a cup of the most ordinary instant coffee, regardless of whether it was half sugar or not.

People just want a taste in their mouths, and they don't want to know the quality anymore.

When they sat down, Si Fan looked at the two of them, and he smiled.

"How is it, how does it feel to see this scene today?" asked Si Fan.

Xiao Xu didn't speak, but Wang Xu spoke, and he knew that this was a question for him: "It feels very terrible, there are too many people here who have died, and the people here seem to ignore death, and this place is a bit like hell." ”

In the face of Wang Xu's words, Si Fan knew, but what he wanted him to know was something else.

"Wang Xu, then what about you compare this place to some places in China, such as Kyoto?" Si Fan said.

Now Wang Xu shut up, he really didn't dare to speak.

But Si Fan dared: "If you don't want to speak, then I'll say it." In fact, the two places are the same, except for a small number of people who are really alive, in fact, they have died on the day they bought the house, and the rest of the days are zombies, living the life of the walking dead, and when the house becomes their own, the next generation may be better. ”

They were talking here, and the figure of Si Fan was already everywhere outside.