I'm a fishbone and I'm trying to forget the past.

I'm in tatters, but I'm still alive.

I was carrying a broken gun with only a few rounds in it.

I wore an airtight coat just to prevent insect bites.

I moved forward step by step, but I didn't dare to go too slow. If I go too fast, I will ignore the danger, and if I go too slowly, the danger will find me.

I'm not a scholar, but I've heard people say that there was a catastrophe more than a hundred years ago, and the world became what it is today, with humans like me on the verge of extinction, the environment becoming extremely harsh, and demons everywhere.

Ochid told me that this is the Age of Sorrow. The age of sorrow is long and unbearable, but human life is very short. The age of sorrow lacks many things, but not sinister.

I walked through the ruined city, looking at the luxuriant vegetation, climbing everywhere, the walls turning gray and dirty, and the cars tangled in vines and thorns, turning into garbage and waste. Plants emerge endlessly from the soil, crushing walls and floors, pulling down roofs and bridges, reclaiming every inch of territory they have lost, like oppressed slaves, enjoying a triumphant revelry that never ends.

I didn't see anyone here, as I did in most of the areas I've been through this year. If anyone survives here, I'd better avoid them. So, I hid in the corner of the alley and the wall, the gun and the eye were like one, avoiding the blind spot of perspective. When moving, I was quick and light, like those rats underground.

At the junction of light and shadow, there were a number of people, two of whom were standing, with barrel shotguns, who were supposed to be robbers in the area. The other two were captives, kneeling on the ground and shouting words begging for mercy that I couldn't hear, but most of the time. They were blocking my path, and I was too tired to get around it anymore.

The robbers' guns rang out, and the captives fell sideways, and I didn't even see what the two dead men looked like, male or female.

I thought they should go after they had taken the captives, but the robbers had other plans, and they probably thought they had gone to great lengths to shoot someone, so they could laze here for a while. Because this place is under a tall building, it is relatively shady.

I decided to clear the way.

I'm good at stealth, I'm almost silent when I walk, I act like ghosts, and there are only two of them, take out one first, then the other, and there will be no problems, they won't even notice their own death.

They were already two corpses, and the matter was sealed.

That's what an assassin I am.

I approached the first robber, who was facing the corner of the wall and releasing water, his eyes fixed on the ground, never looking back.

But he turned around, and we stared at each other for a second, and I threw the dagger, and he coughed hoarsely in his broken throat and lost his life.

What kind of idiot will look around at the time of the small solution? Does he have ADHD? Isn't he afraid of getting his shoes wet?

The second robber crouched on the ground and seemed to be making poor progress. There will be no mistakes this time, and in this case, he will not move.

I don't know what this man ate, but when I got closer, it smelled like a chemical weapon, and I couldn't breathe. I think I can spare him so as not to dirty my knife when I kill him.

At this point, I saw that the captive they had executed was a pregnant woman, and the other captive seemed to be her ungrown son. Their eyes are like dead fish, they seem to look at me, and they seem to look at the netherworld.

I held my breath, but I couldn't stop the smell, but the job was over soon.

.......

I continued my journey, and as I rolled my gaze, I saw two figures, one large and one small, in the gap in the grass, and I bowed down. The two figures ran as fast as they could, but struggled to keep their voices low. It was an older man pulling a young girl. They each had a weapon at his waist.

When they ran away, a new figure approached, also a robber who had taken over the place. He was dressed like the robbers before me, and even like all the robbers I had met before. Somehow, even though they were hundreds of kilometers apart, their choice of clothing was surprisingly consistent. Leather jackets, leather trousers, shoulder helmets, motorcycle helmets, large iron chains, and flashy large-caliber shotguns, as they ran, screamed, and threatened, as if they thought their prey was not running fast enough.

I'm not an immoral person, but the old man and the child, they're not unarmed, and I think it's a relatively fair duel, the law of natural elimination. Except to condemn the evil party in my heart, I can't do much for them.

After all, there are too many enemies this time, and I have unfinished dreams.

....

I think those skyscrapers are still as tall as mountains.

Those who used to be, they built tall buildings, tall buildings blocked the sun, blocked the low buildings, shrouded the low buildings in huge shadows, and did not see the light of day all day.

They kept building, they kept blocking the sun, they kept casting shadows, they made terrible towers, they made concrete tumors, they made new, bizarre, amazing, profane, unnatural and deformed buildings, joined together to form an unbelievably magnificent skyline.

The towers are like independent kingdoms, and the spires of towers are like cruel swords, like blasphemous declarations, like inflated ambitions, like greedy desires, piercing the clouds and pointing straight to the sky.

It's these skyscrapers that cause disaster, they're... Angered by some transcendent will, it must be so.

But I heard that there were still people living in the skyscrapers, hundreds, thousands, nearly 10,000 people, and there was no shortage of lights, no lack of food, no shortage of water, no shortage of warmth, no shortage of rooms, no shortage of fun. Everyone lives like a king in a storybook. The people there lived before the beginning of the Age of Sorrows, a heavenly life. The skyscraper is safe, and those demons stay away from the skyscraper, let alone enter it to devour and kill? No, demons belong to hell, and skyscrapers are heaven.

I have to find the skyscraper, if I enter the skyscraper, I will be safe, I will be away from hell, I will find my happiness.

I've heard Ochid say that skyscrapers are allowed to enter, as long as you know how to get in, as long as you are useful to the kings in the skyscrapers.

I'll be useful, and if they think I'm useless, I'll kill useful people, and I'll always be more useful than the dead, won't I?

Death is not scary, it is a blessing to be able to die.

.....

There's an abandoned building, and I don't think there's anyone in it, at least not a bandit nest. There were many scrapped vehicles parked in the building, and the environment was good, so I decided to spend the night here.

I've heard of people sleeping outside who have had their throats cut by wild beasts, and I've heard of people sleeping outside who had their tracheas cut by robbers. I can't die, I'm going to enter the skyscraper alive, I pulled out a small bottle of hardening potion from my pocket and smeared it down my throat. I wore a military hard hat and goggles, a thick coat that was tightly wrapped, and my throat was my only weakness.

Halfway through my sleep, one hand covered my mouth, and another dagger reached over and slashed at my neck. The man, thinking he had killed me, shoved me forward, and I fell to the ground.

It was a woman, wearing a helmet and leather armor, and she couldn't see clearly, and she thought I was a robber.

The potion saved my life, the potion made my skin hard for a short time, she thought that her throat was soft, and she was very skillful and self-proclaimed, so she didn't use much strength, she didn't even notice that her knife was not stained with blood.

I wanted to play dead, she walked five meters away, looked down at her knife, I realized that she realized, I ran to her, pulled out my short knife, she turned around and kicked me, I fell two meters backwards, she had turned around and faced me, her eyes were surprised.

We were silent, so that although she was dressed suspiciously, I concluded that she was not the robber's person, and on the contrary, we all avoided being heard by the robbers.

She spun her dagger, took a stance, and sprinted at me. She was quick with a dagger and a frequent murderer, and when I turned to the back of the car, she didn't find me. She jumped over the roof of the car, and I didn't expect her strength and agility to spin around like a juggler, and the dagger stabbed at my head.

I thought, "It's useless for her to do this, I have a hard hat." ”

Her dagger suddenly played a trick, and with a slight turn, it cut the strap of the hard hat, and she kicked it again, and the hat bone rolled out of the way. She moved like a stream, lunging forward, and the dagger struck me in the throat again, this time with all her strength.

She had a scar on my throat, but not deep, and she stared at me incredulously, and I punched her in the nose, and she stumbled and finally pulled out her gun, and at the same time, I pointed the gun at her.

I whispered, "I'm not a robber, I'm just spending the night here." ”

She thought for a moment and slipped the gun back into her pocket, but she disappeared from my eyes at once, and by the time I saw her again, she had already taken my rifle. I thought she was going to kill me, but she just threw the gun on the ground and said, "Don't point it at me, you'll die." ”

I hurriedly picked up the gun, the fear gripped my heart, I felt that the "fish" was coming, so I knelt down and prayed, forcing myself to calm down, and after a few seconds, I realized that I was okay.

She said, "You dress up like a robber, and your taste really sucks." ”

I said, "You're no better." ”

Maybe it's not the robbers, it's the fault in this era, every era has its own trends, its own aesthetics, and in sad times, the trend is leather pants, leather armor, shoulder helmets, helmets.

She asked, "What's going on with your skin?" ”

I said, "I'm a little mutated. "It's a lie, that's what the potion does. I've heard of people who have had a cyst in their throat and died after taking my medicine.

Because I made the potion, the man's friend blamed me, but I would never bear the potion.

This is my special elixir.

She said: "Lamia, the Ranger of the Black Coffin. ”

I said, "Fishbones, scavengers in waterless villages." Where is the black coffin? ”

"It's a skyscraper, a place where a lot of people live, and most of you haven't heard of it," she said. ”

I said, "How could you not have heard of it?" "I couldn't hold back my trembling at all, the legend is true, the woman in front of me came from heaven! The world was destroyed by this independent paradise, which in turn was the last ark of the world.

She asked rhetorically, "Why do you call it a fishbone?" ”

I said, "Because the bones are so bad." ”

She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I've heard of everything, and you're not outrageous." ”

I said, "Friend, although you tried to assassinate me, I don't blame you. Do you need my help? I've heard a saying, and it makes a lot of sense: "If you don't want to kill each other, you can be friends." "She's my key to heaven, and a friend is not too much.

She pursed her lips and looked at me through her goggles. I was in a hurry, and I said, "I've come all the way, and the dirt on my shoes is proof of that, and my bags are weather-beaten, and any experienced connoisseur can tell that I haven't done anything bad!" ”

Belch.... At least not in the near future.

She said, "Have you ever seen an old man and a young man passing by here?" ”

I thought I was not here, and said, "You said it was a coincidence, I saw it in the morning." ”

Her expression changed, she became more eager than I was, and she said, "Where are they?" What did you do to them? ”

I shook my hands and denied the sin, saying, "As I say, I'm not a bad person. I just passed by them, and I saw robbers chasing them. ”

Lamia shouted, "What? What the? Did you stop it? ”

I said, "Not then, but it's still too late." You may not know me, but I have a heart of gold. ”

She said, "Where! You take me there! Hurry up! ”

I stared into her eyes and I said, "There is a condition. "Let the heart of gold roll, I just want my dreams.

She said coldly, "I have a proposal, if you don't lead the way, I will kill you." ”

I said, "No, no, don't say it so much, my conditions are very simple, I will take you to find those two, and you will take me into the black coffin." Whether it's being a ranger or picking up trash, I'll do it, I'll do it. ”

Lamia said decisively: "Those two must live, if they die, let alone enter the skyscraper, I will send you to heaven." ”

She said it well, going to heaven and skyscrapers essentially mean the same thing.