Stockholm syndrome, also known as Stockholm syndrome or hostage complex or hostage syndrome, refers to a complex in which the victim has feelings for the offender and even helps the offender in turn.

This kind of emotion causes the victim to have a favorable impression of the perpetrator, to become dependent, and even to assist the perpetrator.

At the bottom of the statue is a metal nameplate, which is clearly written.

Arthur Shetton, the founder and CEO of Sky Technology, the pioneer and promoter of nanomechanical technology, is the founder of this great company and will surely become the founder of a new era.

Obviously, when this statue was erected, the end of the gray tide had not yet erupted.

Basically, if you think about it with your toes, you can understand that the initiator of the gray tide of nanomechanical insects that caused all this is this Arthur Shelton.

It can be said that the entire gray tide apocalypse, this miserable and terrifying environment, is all thanks to him.

is such a thing, and it is worshiped as some kind of god of the sky, so it stands to reason that it shouldn't be the evil god of hell, it's Satan?

You guys, this is not a mass Stockholm syndrome, and what is it?

But for Shen Feng, this is a good thing.

The clue he was looking for was here.

Seeing that Gerald, the scar-faced man next to him, looked pious, Shen Feng didn't bother to say anything, nodded towards the statue, and turned around and walked towards the bustling market.

Gerald glanced at Shen Feng and Billy, said a few words to the few people patrolling with guns next to him, and turned around and left.

It is said to be a bazaar, but in fact, there are dozens of stalls on both sides of the same road.

These stalls have everything, cockroaches, fish, dried algae, seeds of some plants, knives sharpened with metal sheets, some sundries, clothing, etc., etc.

Judging from these things, the whole world has not been completely swallowed and assimilated by the gray tide, and there are still some fish that have slipped through the net.

There were even naked people standing there, their eyes full of panic, either being sold or selling themselves.

The clothes on these people were very sparse and worn, and most of them were hospital gowns that they wore when they woke up in the sleep pod.

In this so-called sanctuary, there is slavery.

And the people who came to pick and buy slaves were all people wearing the old uniforms of Sky Tech.

The people in the bazaar immediately became very cautious at the sight of people in uniform, as if they were afraid of angering them.

Obviously, here they are the absolute privileged class.

Shen Feng's tall and burly figure immediately attracted the attention of many people in the bazaar.

Although I have seen many dormants who have come here from all over the world, it is rare to see such a strong one.

However, at this time, Shen Feng did not lack anything, and did not stop, but strode to the end of the market, in front of a stall with metal balls.

A middle-aged woman in a shabby black cloak sat solemnly with her face on it, and some tattered tarot cards were thrown on the rags in front of her.

She was not wearing the overalls of Sky Technologies, apparently an "old man" who had woken up from a hibernation pod.

Where there are people, there are superstitious activities, let alone places where this kind of deification and worship have already begun.

However, Shen Feng did not look for her for fortune telling, but to obtain information.

Since it is a fortune teller, you will inevitably encounter three religions and nine streams, and you will definitely have far more information than others.

Now that Shen Feng is fed up with this ghost place, this kind of all-metal oppressive apocalypse is simply more uncomfortable than the stone statue apocalypse and the nuclear war wasteland apocalypse combined.

He just wanted to find the clues as soon as possible, complete the mission, and leave this damn gray tide apocalypse.

Shen Feng came to the middle-aged woman and sat down on the ground, and Billy also sat down cautiously at this time, while he began to constantly look at the surrounding environment.

The woman looked to be in her fifties, with a vegetable, slightly puffy face, and apparently in a state of malnutrition and hunger all along.

Her blackhead canopy was also apparently homemade, and on closer inspection it appeared to be a large black plastic bag.

She was wearing a shabby, yellowed sleep gown with her name embroidered on her chest.

Daisy.

This should be the only piece of clothing she has to wear.

For the "old man" who wakes up from the hibernation pod, this is basically the case.

"Young man, what do you want to know? Just ask. As long as you can pay enough. Before Shen Feng could speak, Daisy had already said with a smile.

Shen Feng couldn't help but smile slightly.

The other party directly saw that his intention was not divination, but consulting information, which can be regarded as some doorway.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he had underestimated the humans in the apocalyptic world of the gray tide before.

After all, those who woke up from the hibernation pod still had memories of their past, and many of them were probably elites in some field.

This Daisy is clearly well versed in psychology.

Shen Feng looked around, quietly took out a small medicine bottle labeled anti-inflammatory painkiller from his pocket, poured out a pill from it, and put it in front of Daisy.

Seeing the pill, Daisy's breathing instantly became rapid, and she quickly reached out and grabbed the pill in her hand and stuffed it into her pocket.

Drugs!

And it's opioid painkillers!

In this world, the most valuable thing is not food, nor slaves, nor weapons, but medicines!

With medicine, it is equivalent to an extra life, even the most common anti-inflammatory painkiller!

There are antibiotics in there too!

Otherwise, a bad cold may hang up.

It's just that it is said that except for some medicines hidden by the people of the Holy Land, the others have not even seen the shadow of the medicine.

Shen Feng nodded and asked:

"What the hell is the Sanctuary? Who are these Sanctuary people? How did the world come to be like this? How to control those nanomechanical monsters? ”

Hearing this, Daisy's eyes lit up and said:

"You're asking the right person about this kind of thing, when Sky Technology was all over the world, I was about to go into hibernation, so I just happened to know something......"

The predecessor of Sky Technology is a high-tech company that researches nanomaterials, and after years of research and development, the company has creatively launched nanomechanical construction technology.

Arthur Shelton is the founder, the CEO of Sky Technology, and the chief scientist, with countless halos on his head, and this technology has also been sought after all over the world.

After all, it only takes a suitcase-sized cluster of "mother worms" to build a skyscraper in one day.

This kind of magic-like technology is not loved by anyone at all.

Even the birth of nanomechanical technology was once called the Fourth Industrial Revolution, a milestone in the history of human civilization.

By this time, Daisy had already entered the hibernation pod, and one day the hibernation pod suddenly opened automatically to wake her up, and what appeared in front of her was a metal hell.

As for this sanctuary, it was once a factory of the Sky Technology Company, and it seems that it was because the nanomechanical worm had the initial order not to damage the company's property, so it escaped and became a holy place in the metal apocalypse.

And those so-called Sanctuary people are all descendants of the former employees of Sky Technology Company.

It seems that because of the DNA login of the employees, the mechanical monsters do not attack the Sanctuary.

This makes them feel that they are uniquely favored in this world, as if they are the lucky ones chosen by God and have privileges.

Hearing this, Shen Feng couldn't help muttering in his heart, is this a beggar's version of a Tianlong man......

"As for controlling these monsters...... I've heard rumors that you have to find Arthur Shetton's descendants and get his DNA......"