When she returned, Pasha was a little silent.

When she arrived at the camp, she turned to look at Su Ziyu and said, "I'll help you get some bullets tomorrow." ”

"That's right."

"Don't move around at night lately."

This is the second time Pasha has warned Su Ziyu not to run around, but she does not say why.

"Thank you." Su Ziyu smiled.

Outside the gate, a group of scavengers had just returned, their expressions looking a little sad and numb, many of them were covered in blood, and five or six wounded people were lying in the car and were being helped down. A boy who was only about fifteen or sixteen years old had lost his arm, half of his body was covered in blood, and his consciousness was a little blurred at the moment.

Pasha stood there and watched for a while, then suddenly sighed and shook her head and pulled Su Ziyu away.

"If there are enough medicines, they don't have to deal with these dangers." Pasha's voice was a little low, as if she was suppressing something, and said slowly: "The income obtained by ordinary people's labor is simply not enough to buy those expensive anti-radiation drugs. They have to take risks and only then can they make enough money. ”

"Either you work day and night in the factory, or you become a waste picker and go out to fight for your life."

"We don't have any more options."

The materials recovered by the scavengers will be recycled by the major chaebol forces, and if you are lucky, you may make a windfall, and if you are unlucky, you will be like these people in front of you.

Radiation has revolutionized the world.

It's a difficult problem to solve, everyone has a very urgent need for medicine, but the chaebols who inherited the old world heritage are so powerful that there is no organization that can confront them head-on. In this wasteland era, they almost completely have the final say on the resources of medicines, and it is up to them to decide how much medicine can be released each year.

Su Ziyu was silent.

On the one hand, he sympathizes with the people of this era, and on the other hand, he knows that none of this has anything to do with him.

He's just a passerby in this world.

The hourglass of time chose him to take him through the worlds, and he must have some kind of special mission, but the information in it is missing, and he himself is now just an ordinary person struggling to survive and want to go home. He even lived a more dangerous life than these people, because the woman from Atlantis had told him that the hourglass of time would take him in search of the 'unspeakable horrors' whether he wanted it or not.

Su Ziyu wasn't sure if he would survive the next time he encountered those horrors.

The others looked at these suffering scavengers with completely numb expressions, perhaps they had long since gotten used to it all. A middle-aged man who looked like a team leader was pleading with the fat man he had seen yesterday, but the fat man's expressionless face was as if he had changed compared to the time he faced Old Bill yesterday.

The middle-aged man who led the team was hoarse, his forehead was bruised, his pupils were bloodshot, as if he was suppressing some emotion, trying his best to restrain something, he was pleading, begging, begging, but in the end, the fat man just smoked a cigar with an expressionless face, and then turned away with a cold face.

“FUCK！”

The middle-aged man in the lead even put his hand on his waist, but in the end, as if he had lost all his strength, he helplessly lowered his palm, he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and then turned to say something to the others, as if asking everyone to pay some money to come out and treat the wounded.

Some left.

Those who were not injured, and some people looked embarrassed, and some took out some things with difficulty, only a small amount of money, mostly old-world luxuries, such as watches, rings, necklaces, etc., the middle-aged man in the lead pulled his hair irritably, and Su Ziyu even saw him tear off a trace of bloody scalp.

"Let's go." Pasha's voice drifted a little.

Su Ziyu followed in silence.

Night soon fell on the camp, and everything outside became noisy again.

Some of the blacks came out of the nooks and nooks, and they roamed the streets of the night, looking at the others with very unfriendly eyes.

Pasha has gone back.

Back behind the wall.

Su Ziyu didn't really want to go back to the hotel now, and he didn't know what he should do, but he really didn't feel sleepy now. After about half an hour, he was silently observing everything and heard a sound of several black people talking in low voices, standing at the edge of the alley, and then entering a dark alley.

"Another one. Let's get it away. The black man who spoke looked not young, and his voice was a little hoarse.

They brought a man out of the alley and carried him all the way to the camp and into the large dump of garbage. Su Ziyu didn't know what they were going to do, but the curiosity in his heart made him follow, and the black men left after they were still near the garbage heap.

The man lay motionless in the garbage heap, and it was unknown if he was dead.

Su Ziyu suddenly remembered a term he had heard during the day near the inn as 'scavengers', and his intuition told him that maybe these black men were the scavengers in those mouths.

He saw some people coming out from behind the massive garbage heap.

Then there was a faint light, and Su Ziyu saw their appearance clearly, and then couldn't help but tremble.

Those are supposed to be humans, right?

Their faces are extremely ugly, their bodies are covered with many abscesses and scars, their bodies are visibly deformed, their skin looks extremely ugly, with scalded scars, and some even have sarcomas covering the stratum corneum, they look like humanoid monsters, but they are clearly still human, because they are talking in human language.

"Is this still saved?" A rough, hoarse voice rang out.

"It's hopeless. Dispose of it. Another voice sounded, and it seemed to be a woman.

Then the apparently physically deformed men dragged the man on the ground away, and they didn't seem to communicate much, and walked silently into the huge mountain of garbage.

There are still people living there!

Su Ziyu never asked Pasha a question, that is, where did the people who were born with severe deformities due to radiation contamination go? Where do the people who are contaminated with radiation and develop acquired lesions go?

He couldn't ask the question.

But it seems that he has found the answer.

The wind was a bit chilly at night.

Su Ziyu silently took out a pack of cigarettes, which Pasha had given him during the day, and he had never opened them. Su Ziyu's fingers trembled slightly, opened it and took out one, lit a cigarette for himself in the dark, and then took a deep breath, he took a puff, then threw the cigarette on the ground, raised his foot to extinguish it, and turned to leave.

This is the North Star.

Led by the freedmen, they are trying to break the plutocracy's monopoly on medicine and rebuild a civilized society free and equal.

But here Su Ziyu did not see freedom and equality, let alone civilized society.

Not even a little bit.

He saw only darkness, deep darkness, darkness beneath the surface order, and perhaps Pasha was right, a barbaric age.

Civilization is really gone.

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