The next day's sunlight wasn't very good, or rather, the sunlight in the greenhouse wasn't always very good.

Not counting the snow outside the greenhouse, after all, there are barriers to the shelter, and there are always some places in the city that will be shaded by the shadows.

For this purpose, the greenhouse is usually equipped with several high-powered light tubes under the isolation cover, which during the day and the sunlight illuminate the streets of the greenhouse, every morning.

Although the light in the city can no longer be distinguished from sunlight or light, it does bring rare light to the city.

Yanagihara woke up in such a somewhat harsh light.

The window of her room seemed to be facing a light tube, and her bed was facing the window, causing her to be stabbed in the eye by the intense light as soon as she woke up.

Fortunately, her resilience is far beyond the ordinary.

After rubbing his eye sockets in annoyance, Yanagihara sat up from the bed with his forehead on his back.

However, she didn't get out of bed to wash as soon as she was like a normal person, but first groped around her waist with her hand and pulled out the short knife full of gaps.

She looked like she hadn't woken up yet, and the next moment, she stabbed the short knife into the back of her left hand.

Well, it literally, the blade was stabbed directly, causing a penetrating wound about five centimeters in length.

Blood dripped down the blade and fell onto the bed, but it didn't last long, as Yanagihara had already pulled out the dagger.

Then the wound on the back of her hand began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The flesh wriggled, clinging to each other and intertwining, recovering the bones that had just been exposed.

In about a breath, the wound that would take at least a few months for this ordinary person to heal had already disappeared on the back of Yanagihara's hand.

Even the newly grown skin has turned wheat-colored, and there is no difference from the rest of the skin.

All traces seemed to have been obscured, except for the sheets and the blade of the knife, which had not yet dried up to prove that the wound had ever existed.

The feeling of flesh growth made Yanagihara sober up a little, and she looked down at the few drops of blood on the sheets, thinking.

This shouldn't make the boss misunderstand anything.

Then she stood up, put away her short knife, stretched, and staggered into the bathroom.

Now, she's going to start washing like a normal person.

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Yanagihara has always felt that he is an abandoned person, a person who has been abandoned by the times.

She should have died in that disaster, like everyone else who died in the pre-disaster era. But she survived, in a way that no longer looked like a human.

She wandered alone on the ice field, walked for an unknown amount of time, traveled to many places, and saw almost every corner of the post-disaster world.

But in the end, all she could see was the endless snowfall and the long-standing despair of this era.

Humanity still exists in this world, but it is only surviving.

The world is shattered, and most people are just living day by day waiting to perish.

Just being alive has exhausted all the strength, civilization is no longer progressing, every bit of resources on the ice is so precious, some will be used less.

The world she knew was gone, the people she knew, everything she knew, everything related to those memories, was gone.

So in the endless snow, Yanagihara stopped, and she thought of relief by death.

That's why she made that decision.

Return to your hometown and sink to the bottom of the sea.

There, she thought she might find her own salvation.

She thought she might be able to fall into a real sleep.

Be a warm, dreamy of the past.

So from that day on, Yanagihara began to walk towards the east, towards her homeland, towards the sea she remembered.

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After washing, Yanagihara sorted out his things.

Today she was going to go out into the streets to buy some supplies, bullets, bullets, and bullets and other gadgets.

After all, she didn't want to be eaten by the beasts of the ice field before returning to her homeland.

As for what to exchange, well, there was still some oxygen left when he brought El here, which should be enough to exchange for a box or so of bullets.

Stuffing a piece of jerky into his mouth, Yanagihara walked to the window and looked out.

The streets were filled with a white mist caused by the condensation of steam, and it was still early, and many of the shops on the roadside had not yet opened.

In the deserted city, pedestrians come and go in silence.

If it weren't for the cage-like building, it would have been a peaceful morning.

Yanagihara continued to stand by the window for a while, until he finished eating the jerky in his mouth, and then he looked down and took out Al's pocket watch to look at the time.

8:10 a.m.

You know, the time after the disaster doesn't look like it's advancing, it's more like counting down?

In the words of an acquaintance of Yanagihara, there is no hope for this world, and it is counting down to its demise.

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Walked out of the room, shoes on the floor, creaking.

Yanagihara went to the handrail of the hallway and looked down.

At this time, there were several other guests sitting in the lobby of the hotel.

One of them was sitting on an old sofa reading a newspaper, one was leaning against the window smoking a cigarette butt, and one ordered a bottle of wine, as if he wanted to get drunk early in the morning.

There was no communication between the people, they just did their own things.

Yanagihara silently descended the stairs as well, and then asked the innkeeper if her coat had been washed.

The boss told her to wait for a while, then turned around and went to get her clothes.

The person sitting on the sofa glanced at Yanagihara, and when he saw that Yanagihara seemed to have a plan to sit down, he moved his body to the side, which was regarded as making room for Yanagihara.

Yanagihara sat down on the couch, not going to wake Al up for a while. This time on the ice field should have made the girl tired enough, and it would be better to let her rest for a while longer.

Anyway, he had to wait for the clothes, so Yanagihara picked up a roll of newspaper by the sofa and simply flipped through it.

"I've heard that the herd has started roaming outside the greenhouse again."

The man sitting next to him noticed that Yanagihara was also reading the newspaper, so he said it out loud, as if he wanted to make small talk for a while.

"Recently, even the exploration team and the mining team have canceled their short-term action plans, and we don't know how long the resources in the greenhouse can last."

The man had two mustaches, which could be seen to be well groomed, his hair was combed quite carefully, he maintained a neat appearance, and his tone was quite easy-going.

He was not glamorous, but he still maintained a proper demeanor, and he looked like a down-and-out gentleman who had lost his fortune but still held on to his character.

There are indeed a lot of roaming beasts outside Greenhouse No. 4 today, and the wolf pack that Yanagihara and Al encountered when they came here is probably one of them.

Look at one of the most prominent pages in the newspaper, and the content on it is a reminder about the herd.

Yanagihara asked the man, "Is there always a herd of beasts here?" ”

"Every year." The man shook the newspaper in his hand, sat back on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, and said, "But this year is very early, and there are a lot of them, maybe there will be another beast tide." ”

Beast tide, these two words represent disaster for the residents after the disaster.

A mad beast can make it difficult for a greenhouse to exploit the resources on the ice sheet, leading to a shortage of resources inside the greenhouse and eventually causing chaos.

There is no doubt that the result is something that no one wants to see.

Order is probably the last insistence of human beings on civilization. If even this bottom line is breached, then the day of genocide should not be far off.

"Didn't we come up with any solutions for greenhouses?" Yanagihara skimmed through the contents of the report and asked casually. I have to admit that this time the infestation of the herd does look serious.

"The Greenhouse Guard said it would solve the problem as soon as possible." The man shook his head, cupped his forehead and continued.

"But who knows, there will be such a situation every year, maybe one year, this greenhouse will not be able to support it."

This is undoubtedly the worst-case scenario, and the collapse of the greenhouse will displace countless people and cause countless people to die in the snowstorm. Yanagihara has seen such a situation, and she understands the weakness of human power in the face of nature, and she also understands the cruelty of surviving in a desperate situation.

On this planet, the greenhouse is already the last environment that human beings can rely on to survive, and if even it is dilapidated, then human beings really have nowhere to go.

Yanagihara didn't say anything more, she just looked down at the newspaper.

Suddenly, she seemed to have guessed some commission that Wadson wanted to give her.

The man seemed to have lost interest in chatting, he sat on the sofa, sighed with a wry smile, and said with a gloomy expression.

"Maybe this place is no longer suitable for us to live in."

Where is this place, is it this greenhouse, or this ice field, or this planet?

There seems to be some difference between the three, but there seems to be no difference.

There was no sound in the hall.

The man standing by the window smoking took a hard puff on the cigarette in his hand and threw the cigarette butt out of the window.

The guest sitting at the bar drank another glass of junk wine, looking at the wine glass in his hand with drunken eyes and a confused expression.

The ice sheet is not yet suitable for human habitation, and what the future holds, is obviously not something that anyone wants to think about or discuss.

Because the answer is obvious.

The end of humanity seems to have been predictable for a long time, but no one wants to face it.