As the night and snow obscured the view, refugees followed Johnson and Northford with torches made of strips of cloth and iron rods, walking through the rubble towards the greenhouse.

"I didn't expect the greenhouse to receive us at this time."

Covering his mouth and nose with his old clothes, Northford walked through the snow one foot deep and one foot shallow, and said to Johnson.

"Before tonight, I didn't expect that I would come and take you into the greenhouse." Shining a flashlight on the road ahead, Johnson lowered his eyes and replied lightly.

Northford was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Johnson in surprise as if he had thought of something.

"This is not a greenhouse decision?"

His speculation was not unfounded, because if the greenhouse were to receive a large number of refugees, they would have sent a well-equipped team with weapons in case of a riot.

Instead of sending only one person, as is the case now.

Northford worked as a city caretaker for greenhouses, so he knew what it would do.

He hadn't noticed it just now because of the suddenness of the incident, but now he had obviously reacted.

Johnson didn't answer Northford's question head-on, but glanced sideways at the radio tower in the center of the city, and said slowly.

"Their singing is infectious."

Northumber didn't immediately follow Johnson's jumping topic, but he was only stunned for a moment, and he seemed to understand what Johnson meant, and said with a smile.

"yes, so do their people."

"Do you know them?"

"Or maybe I know one of them, and she changed our fate."

"Really?" Johnson nodded, and said no more, just continued to lead the way.

In the wind and snow, his steps were so firm, it was like he had found his destiny.

The concert continued, and on the dark road, the little girl Nana leaned on her mother's arms and asked as she pointed to the light in the distance.

"Mom, what's that?"

"That's, that's a lighthouse, it's going to point us home."

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Although she couldn't feel it, Yanagihara was sure that her position was not cold.

Because of the heating of the three electric heating plates, the low temperature on the broadcast tower is not as terrible as expected, and even the snow is slowly melting.

Directly in front of her, the only direction in which the wind and snow would blow, was obscured by Liz, so that she would not face the cold snap mixed with the wind.

If nothing else, this should have been a deliberate arrangement by Liz.

Obviously, she didn't intend to put Yanagihara in complete danger.

As a crazy person, Liz is clearly unqualified because she is only crazy about herself.

Looking at the figure that was blocking in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally, Yanagihara had a strange emotion in his heart.

Because this may be the first time she has played a protected role, and in such an awkward way.

In fact, Liz is not good at expressing herself, just like she has always remained silent in the face of her parents' departure.

If she hadn't suppressed it for too long, she wouldn't have screamed desperately like she does now.

"Oh mother, tell your children. Mom, tell your kids. ”

At this moment, Liz, who was standing in front of Yanagihara, sang.

"Not to do what I have done.

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Outside the gate of the greenhouse, the soldiers on the ramparts looked at the refugees gathered in the snow with complicated expressions, and Johnson who was standing in front of them.

Just five minutes earlier, the man who was supposed to be in the greenhouse like them had arrived with the refugees, in a way they never thought possible, in the midst of a blizzard.

In the ranks of soldiers, a man dressed as an officer was silent for a while, and with a gloomy face, he picked up the communicator in his hand and said to the bottom of the greenhouse.

"Sergeant 2nd Class Johnson, I hope you can understand what the hell you're doing right now."

Under the light of the torch, Johnson pale and took off the communicator on his waist, put it to his mouth and spoke.

"This is Sergeant Johnson Dave, Second Class in Greenhouse No. 5 in the West, we have a snowstorm, our lives are in danger, we have no weapons, we bring our own food, we only seek the most basic shelter."

"Johnson, I warn you in my private capacity that you are violating Article 73 of the greenhouse by introducing foreign population without permission, and you will be punished!"

"Repeat, this is Sergeant Johnson Dave, Second Class Officer of Greenhouse No. 5 in the West, we have a blizzard, our lives are under threat, we have no weapons, we bring our own food, we only seek the most basic shelter."

"Johnson!"

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"Enough!"

Perhaps it was annoying, or perhaps it was the fact that he could not watch his old friend die outside the greenhouse after all, the officer on the rampart gritted his teeth hatefully and said to his soldiers.

"Open the door!"

"But sir······"

"I said, open the door!"

"Yes!"

On a snowy night, the door of the greenhouse slowly opened.

At the same time, the flames in the hands of the refugees also illuminated this dark post-disaster city.

Unlike the slightly cold lights on the ramparts, the flames were never pale.

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"Bang bang."

In the office of the Archon of the Greenhouse, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." A somewhat obese man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the colored light and said aloud.

A moment later, a young man with glasses walked in, his eyes down, holding a document in his hand.

"Sir, the soldiers are opening the gates to receive refugees, do we need to intervene to stop them?"

The fat man paused, turned his back to the door and waved his hand.

"No, I want to finish this concert now. As for the refugees, you go to the rich area and transfer some supplies, which is enough to feed them. ”

"But in that case, the residents of Uptown may complain."

"Why, you go with a gun, and they dare to resist? Those who are pampered should also be suppressed. ”

"I see."

"By the way, bring me a bottle of wine later, I'm going to drink some."

"Okay sir, may I ask if it's brandy or whiskey?"

"Cypress (junk wine)."

"I see."

The young man left the room in silence, while the fat man closed his eyes again, listening to the music that echoed through the city.

Sure enough, I'm still too cowardly, and I'm not even as good as a little girl······

Yes, at this moment he has made a decision, he reforms this greenhouse.

Start with this night that is no longer silent.