The smell of houses and people is becoming less and less, even the vegetation is scattered on the ground, and the untended shrubs stretch their sharp branches crookedly, like the claws of the wailing demon that stretches out to pull people to hell.

Zero Moya stood in the middle of the "demon", the moonlight quietly sprinkled on his body, and in an instant he and the demon around him became the same thing, reflecting the brilliance of hypocrisy in the silvery moonlight.

The world fell silent, like a picture of stagnation. A wisp of wind blows, breaking the silence of the painting, and the breath of the wind breaks its stagnation.

"Moya, it's almost there." Then. The dragon ring on his finger Galiru reminded.

"Hmm." Zero Moya cut off the bushes that stood in his way with his knife and galloped forward.

A dozen paces away, there is an abandoned factory building.

The creeper obscured the sharp fence, and the name tag on it had fallen off, leaving only a faint mark that was difficult to identify.

The rusty iron door still hung a sign saying "Idlers are not allowed to enter", but the rusty lock was broken in half and lay in the ditch on the side of the road, and the irregular fracture was still the fresh iron silver.

"Squeak-" The old iron door screeched and opened from the outside in, and the footsteps faded into the darkness as the footsteps stepped over the fresh wheel prints.

In the factory, Mo Ya, who was wearing a white trench coat, turned on the old-fashioned kerosene lamp placed on the middle table, which illuminated the whole world at once, and he saw everything in the room clearly.

The snow-white walls, sky-blue ceilings, and earthy yellow floors give the impression of a blue sky overhead and feet on the earth.

There is a wardrobe on the west side, which is divided into two layers, the top is the clothes worn in the summer and the clothes worn in the winter, and the bottom is the jacket and pants.

To its left, there are two cardboard boxes, full of assorted shoes.

The most valuable thing about the simple stone stove next to him was the large black iron pot that was already old.

Seeing that, Mo Ya still had a little impression in his heart, when he was a child, he had eaten countless meals made in a big black iron pot, although the taste was not as good as the dishes in the restaurant, but it was a lingering sense of nostalgia.

He went over and opened the silver lid to see what was going on.

This one opens. A mass of black creatures startled with a "buzzing" sound, and a few small and powerful ones scurried into the cracks, apparently not welcoming the uninvited guest.

Only then did he see the shriveled dish in the pot, which had not been touched for at least three days, but the owner of the dish probably did not think that he would stop living here one day.

Otherwise, there would not be a pile of firewood by the stove that would last enough for a month.

It is what sustains them to live, and it is also a symbol of the conviction of life.

On the wall was a large, dilapidated but carefully polished sofa, on which there were several marks of rat bites.

Quickly turned into an antique but restored sturdy wire bed, with mattresses, folded tofu quilts and dusty pillows.

Then he walked over to the wire bed, where there was a brown bedside table, made of agarwood.

There is also a green frog-shaped alarm watch and a lilac lamp.

On the left is a black pen holder with a few used pencils and erasers.

On the right is a golden Mickey Mouse piggy bank, which also holds several old penny coins.

On the wall is a simple bookshelf with several books, the most famous of which are Mr. Lu Xun's "Morning Flowers and Sunset", Lao She's "Camel Xiangzi" and Zhu Ziqing's "Back".

If you look at the paragraphs written in each book with notes and drawings, or just some feelings after reading, the words written are like flower petals, and the fragrance spreads far and wide, and it becomes more and more fragrant. It is also a symbol of adulthood, and the pen is sonorous and powerful.

Ling Moya likes to read Lu Xun's book and opens the first page of "Morning Flowers and Sunset", but he shakes out a white list from it, he quickly reaches out to take it, but it is still a step too late.

It fell into the handmade trash cans underneath, which were actually small wooden barrels made of rattan and wooden planks, and although they looked a little rudimentary, there was no place where a piece of garbage could leak out.

At first glance, you can see that the person who made up this kind of garbage can must have put a lot of effort into it, and even if you live in a place where it is waste, you will find its place well.

Is this a love of cleanliness, or is there something else?

But he had a good eye, and when he saw the white sheet in the trash can, he picked it up casually, and was curious to find that it was a little wrinkled, which was the traces left by being clumped up countless times and unfolded and ironed countless times.

In fact, this is a diagnosis sheet, which is the conclusion drawn by the doctor according to the combination of clinical manifestations and examinations, but the ink left by the printer on the white sheet has been blurred, and it can be vaguely seen that someone has been holding a candle to scan this list countless times, because there are still a few drops of water and wax marks left on the list.

Ironically, the wax dripped on the words that the candle bearer probably didn't want to see, and the rubbing and wear protected the unwanted word, and it is still clear that those two words are cancer.

This distant and unpredictable vocabulary is embarrassing.

Speaking of this disease, it is easy to treat and treat, it is to spend more medical expenses, but it is a huge amount of money for those poor people, so he put the list back.

He turned his head again and stared at the brooms and dustpans on the ground.

"That's where Yin I came out, it's really hateful." Mo Ya clenched his fists and said.

"I warn you first, no matter how sympathetic you are, you are tied to my life, I don't want to cause me to disappear because you are stupid." Galiru, the dragon-shaped demon guide wheel on the mobile game, could sense his compassion and persuaded him. It was also a wake-up call to him.

"There's no need to worry, I only sympathize with them who were eaten by Hora, and we are only dealing with monsters that will eat others." Zero Moya stood up and said.

As soon as his words fell, a mouthful of green phlegm dripped from above, and the target was the zero silent tooth below, which was extremely fast, and did not give him a chance to react at all.

Just when the phlegm was about to fall on him, it was too late to dodge it easily, and the phlegm flew past his face and almost ran into it.

Just listen to the sound of "click", it fell to the ground and directly eroded a piece of the rot, if he was one step later, he might be the one who would be injured, which also made Zero Moya feel afraid.

In fact, he was able to dodge, thanks to the danger sense on his body, and the so-called danger sense was to endanger her life, so he would be released to wake him up.

He looked in the direction of the drop to the three-story ceiling, clinging to a bloody Hora with its mouth wide open, and knew it was all a trick.

This made Mo Ya very angry, his fists clenched, and he put his hand on the hilt of the knife, ready to draw the knife at any moment.