At about 8:30, Yanagihara's coat was ironed, and he put on this coat that he hadn't been so clean for a long time, and Yanagihara finally looked more civilized, without the appearance of a barbarian when he first came out of the ice field.

At the same time, Al also woke up, and when she heard that Yanagihara was going to the street to buy something, she immediately said that she wanted to go with her.

Because there was no need to refuse, Yanagihara took the child with him.

In fact, there weren't many things she had to buy, nothing more than supplies for some weapons. As for things like gasoline, she didn't have enough items to exchange for the time being, so she had to wait until Waldson's commission came to mind.

Thinking about it this way, accepting Wadson's commission is not a bad thing.

It's just a little troublesome, Yanagihara traveled on the ice field, and he encountered less trouble, if you think about it, it's not bad.

Grabbing the remaining oxygen tanks, Yanagihara found a weapons shop and exchanged oxygen for two boxes of ammunition.

This is the standard price, neither side suffers, and the weapon shop can make a small profit.

"Thank you for coming."

With the clerk's polite voice, Yanagihara and Al walked out of the weapons shop.

At this time, it was only noon.

Yanagihara held two palm-sized boxes containing copper-yellow bullets in his hands.

The bullets were counted and found that there was no problem with the quality of the bullets, except for one that was a cartridge casing.

Selling one or two shells in a bullet box is a common method used in this kind of shop.

Yanagihara picked out the shell and prepared to throw it away.

But just as she was lifting the bullet casing, she suddenly felt someone pull her clothes.

Turning her head, she realized that it was Al who was looking up at the bullet casing in her hand and asked.

"Yanagihara, if you don't want it, can you give this to me?"

"It's not going to work, what do you want it for?" Yanagihara didn't understand Al's intentions, but handed the shell to the girl anyway.

Al smiled lightly and spoke.

"Keep it as a souvenir."

Yanagihara still couldn't understand what a bullet casing could be used to commemorate something.

But Al had already taken the cartridge case and put it in his pocket in earnest.

After shopping, the two walked on their way back.

Perhaps it's because the snow outside the greenhouse is a little lighter, which allows the midday sun to shine into the greenhouse.

The slightly warm sunlight casts the shadows of the city on the ground.

Al followed Yanagihara, walking through the sun-drenched streets.

Today's weather is really nice, for this piece of ice.

"Yanagihara, where are you going to go after you leave here?" As Al walked, he suddenly turned his head sideways, looked at Yanagihara and asked.

"Didn't I say that I'm going to go east, I'm going to do something there."

Yanagihara replied as he put the bullet in the side pocket of his coat.

She loved the dress because it always had an unexpected capacity.

"East." Al looked up at the sky outside the conservatory.

Unfortunately, in the greenhouse, she could only see the sky on the side of the isolation cover, which made it difficult for her to tell which side was east.

"What are you going to do in the east?" She asked again.

Yanagihara closed the side pockets of his coat, paused, and replied.

"There, I might be able to find what I'm looking for."

"What Yanagihara wants?" Al tilted his head, apparently unable to think of what it would be, and asked curiously again.

"What does Yanagihara want?"

This time Yanagihara lowered his eyes, as if he was hiding from the sun falling from the sky.

It must have been thinking for a long time before she put her hands in the pockets of her clothes and said slowly.

"A place where I can stay."

"A place to stay?" Al was stunned, as if he couldn't understand.

"Hmm." But Yanagihara only answered, and continued lightly: "A place where I don't have to leave again." ”

It would be a belonging, a belonging that belonged to her.

Al looked at Yanagihara blankly, and after a while, he suddenly smiled again, and said with those beautiful eyes.

"Then Yanagihara will definitely be able to find it."

"Why?" This time it was Yanagihara's turn to be stunned, she was stunned, and then looked at Al suspiciously, wondering why this girl was so sure.

"Because." In the warm sun, Al turned his head and said with a clean smile that belonged to her.

"I believe Yanagihara."

······

You know, Yanagihara doesn't know how long it has been, and he hasn't felt like this.

She felt as if she had seen the light of this era again.

There is still a light of hope in the heart, and there are still people who believe in the light of the future.

It was a very dazzling light, like sunlight shining through the snow, illuminating her dark pupils.

"Hmm." It must have chuckled a little distractedly, Yanagihara looked at Al, came back to his senses, and said affirmatively.

"I'll find it, I promise with my name."

Guaranteed with the last thing she had left before the disaster.

She'll find it, find that sea, find a place where she never has to leave.

There, she would sink into her sleep.

It must be a beautiful dream, with blue skies, green grass, sunshine, and home.

······

Greenhouse Guard.

In the hallway, a somewhat dull footstep sounded.

It could be heard that the owner of the footsteps seemed to be tired, which made his footsteps, which should have been steady, become a little sluggish.

With the sound of footsteps, Wadson stepped out of the hallway. With a roll of newspaper in one hand, he pushed open the door to his office with the other, his face unconcealed with tiredness.

He's been tired lately, really tired.

He didn't know how many nights he hadn't had a good night's sleep, he just knew that he would wake up in the middle of the night from time to time, and then, he would never sleep again.

"Whew." With a feeble breath, Wadson walked over to his desk, ignoring the crumbling papers, and just leaned back in his chair tiredly.

Allowing the chair to turn in a half-circle, he was half-lying in his office chair, his neck tilted, and his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

It may have been a minute, or it may have been five minutes, or it may have been longer, before he slowly sat up straight, rubbing his furrowed brow at the pile of papers on his desk.

He had to deal with these things, even though he knew that most of them were useless complaint letters.

What to complain about, it is natural to complain that the greenhouse guard is not doing well.

Because of the beast, Greenhouse No. 4 has been on alert for two months.

If the alarm cannot be opened again, the resources inside the greenhouse will be tightened, and at that time, there will be problems in the affairs of various departments.

Only, how can the beast be so easy to chase?

Due to the environmental problems of Greenhouse No. 4, every year, a herd of animals will come to the vicinity of the greenhouse in search of food.

And as the number of beasts gradually gets out of control, the situation is getting worse.

By this year's time, the herd was a little more than the Greenhouse Guards could handle.

After much probing, Wadson knew this.

So he's been thinking of a way, a way to solve the current situation.

Fortunately, he finally came up with a solution.

That's recruiting mercenaries.

Recruit ordinary people who are willing to take risks to participate in this dispersal operation to make up for the lack of manpower.

But even so, there are very few mercenaries willing to join, because the risk of entering the ice field is very high, not to mention facing the herd. This is undoubtedly unacceptable for savvy employees. After all, no matter how much you earn, you have to have a life, right?

"Hum ······"

Wadson opened the newspaper in his hand with a headache, but at first glance, there was news about the herd and complaints from the residents, so he had to close the newspaper with more headaches and put it on the table.

Lack of manpower······

Sighing helplessly, Wadson leaned back in his chair and thought in distraction.

In a trance, he remembered the wanderer who had come from the ice field.

Although it may be just a drop in the bucket, he can't help but have a little fantasy about that wanderer when he thinks of the other party driving a pack of wolves away alone.

It would be nice if she could help this operation.

Of course, for this kind of thing, Waldson is just thinking about it. He understands that no matter how strong a person is, he is still small and powerless in the face of the herd.

It was a sad feeling of powerlessness, but it was there. It's a feeling that people who haven't seen the herd with their own eyes won't understand.

I just hope that the wanderer can participate in this operation.

With that in mind, Wadson reached out a hand and pulled out a box of cigarettes from under the drawer of his desk.

Now, he can only rely on this thing to lift some spirits.

But before he could draw one, there was a knock on the office door.

"Bang bang." A dull voice echoed through the office.

Wadson looked at the door, raised his eyebrows, and finally reluctantly put down the cigarette in his hand and said to the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a woman in a dark blue military uniform walked in from the outside.

She is Wadson's secretary, but from the outside, she is more like a soldier.

The woman walked into the room, gave a military salute to Wadson and said, "Sir." ”

"Hmm." Wadson answered, secretly hiding his cigarette under a file on the table, and asked out loud.

"Is there anything wrong, Madam Secretary?"

Truth be told, Wadson didn't like his secretary.

Because every time the other party comes, they basically bring a lot of trouble.

And this lady hates cigarettes, very much.

Looking at Wadson's small movements, the secretary's brow furrowed, but he didn't say anything.

She also knew that Wadson had been tired enough in recent times, and he really needed to relax himself.

Holding a few folders in his hand, the secretary stepped forward, put the papers on Wadson's desk and said.

"This is today's document, and all departments have reacted in the hope that the problem of beasts outside the greenhouse will be solved as soon as possible."

Sure enough, another bunch of trouble.

Looking at the stacked papers, Wadson rubbed his brow again, this action was about to become his habit.

"It will take some time to prepare for the trip and make plans, so you can just reply to them." Wadson said in a bitter tone.

He also wants to solve the problem as soon as possible, but this kind of thing is obviously not something he can solve if he wants to.

And in addition to ensuring that the problem can be solved, he must also minimize the casualties and material losses as much as possible.

These are not such simple things, why can't the people in those departments think about it for him.

"We've replied three times this week with that excuse."

The secretary replied in a serious tone.

"Then reply a fourth time." Wadson put his palm over his face.

"You have to be sure to drive the herd away."

As he spoke, he slowly lowered his hand and looked at the secretary with his eyes.

This time, those eyes were carrying a heavy burden.

"You know, we can't fail, not once."

Because once you fail, it means too many things.

The death of soldiers, the deprivation of resources, the collapse of greenhouses, these are consequences that they simply cannot afford.

They are the Greenhouse Guard, the last army of mankind, so they cannot fail once.

The secretary looked at Wadson's heavy eyes, half loud, lowered his gaze, solemnly straightened his body and responded: "Yes, I will reply to all departments as soon as possible." ”

Wadson nodded, briefly flipped through the papers on the desktop and asked, "Is there anything else going on?" ”

"One more thing, sir." The secretary took a note from his pocket and handed it to Waldson.

"We've found the lady Alice you mentioned yesterday, it's just that we found her in the public cemetery of the greenhouse."