The scars on his face shocked Wu Liao. The old man was of Western race, his pale face was almost lifeless, the remaining eye was deeply sunken in his sockets, his cheeks were thin and his jaws were exposed, and his lips were dry and unspeakable, like a dried corpse.

"I saw you, yes, the first time I saw you that day." The old man took two steps back, telling the story of the near-buried dust in a machine-synthesized voice.

"That's hell! If there really is hell in this world, it shouldn't be the six-year-old kid going through! This damn God! The old man angrily slammed his cane on the ground.

"When we saw you, you were already being picked up by those things. Covered in blood, I thought you were dead. We're going to step on your parents' bodies, but not so much. Three or four of us used old shotguns from the old centuries, and it took a lot of effort to get you out. Oh, I almost forgot, it was a self-defense thing that a bunch of old buddies stole from the museum. The old man said lightly about the past, "These injuries on the body are also old problems that will fall, but fortunately you are fine." Yu Dong, I haven't seen you since then, the first time I saw your photo in the newspaper a few years ago, I recognized it at a glance, you haven't changed much for so many years, unlike me, you don't look old anymore. God, I can't believe it, I'm only fifty-four years old. The old man coughed twice with difficulty: "I finally survived to this day, which is much stronger than my old fellows......"

The Grim Reaper could no longer control his tears, and since that Chinese New Year's Eve, he cried for the first time in nineteen years. He crouched on the ground, whimpering and sobbing, like a child, like the poor six-year-old little ghost. Wu Liao and the girl quietly exited the room, returning this moment of tranquility to the old couple who had been separated for nearly twenty years.

At this time, Wu Liao understood what the god of death said, and he lived like a dog to this day.

At this time, he was really relieved of the wanton crying.

Wu Liao stood at the window of the inn, smoking quietly, watching the night of the bunker and secretly distracted. After coming out of the old man's house, he and his brothers of the Grim Reaper stayed in an arranged hotel. Death is such a poor person, and he has also found an old man, but what about himself? He knocked on the door of his head hard, hating that he couldn't remember anything.

The bunker at night is very quiet, probably because of the events of nineteen years ago, these survivors, there is not so much entertainment, it is as quiet as an empty city, only the occasional line of sentinels proves that this is still one of the few homes of humans.

Early in the morning, Wu Liao was awakened by a rapid knock on the door, and the Grim Reaper stood at the door with a slightly relaxed look on his face. hurriedly hugged Wu Liao to get an identity certificate. There weren't many people at the door of the government hall, and with the instructions of the old sheriff, they quickly completed the check-in procedures. On the ID, Wu Liao is set as an orphan who has lived in another bunker for more than ten years, and only recently followed the Grim Reaper to the Liulin bunker. Even the mechanical dog on the side has its own identity tag, and it will be completely inspected and transformed in order to better become the first inhuman intelligent entity in the human bunker.

Wu Liao, who returned to the human world, felt an indescribable sense of intimacy, saw so many living people laughing, heard so many conversations in various dialects, and ate hot meals that he hadn't seen for a long time.

The population of the Ryukin bunker is slightly sparse compared to the size of the city, and according to the Grim Reaper, there are thousands of such bunkers in the world, ranging in size, and the Ryukin bunker belongs to the small category. There was a plaque hanging on the building in front of Wu Liao that read the Hunters Association.

"Wu Liao, this is the only non-governmental organization in the human race today that fights against robots, and I am one of them. They earn their livelihood mainly by hunting robots on the ground or protecting caravans from moving around bunkers. The Grim Reaper stood at the door and introduced Wu Liao.

"I prefer the atmosphere of freedom to the strict requirements of the military, where you can choose the tasks you can take on, and the discipline is more relaxed." Death shrugged.

The Hunters' Association is not large, about a hundred square meters of hall, which is crowded with hunters dressed in different clothes. Most of them were like Death and his brothers, and it looked like they had been through a lot of battles at a glance. The body reveals a compelling heroic spirit. People talk freely inside, and they don't shy away from anything. Once inside, on the far left side of the hall is the registration window of the Hunters' Guild, next to a larger window with the words Trading Office. Many hunters come here to exchange the robots they hunt for equipment and money. The guild has a dedicated research institute, and the higher the level of the robot, the more technological components it has, and it is one of the few ways survivors can learn about and study their enemies. However, not all missions can be opened, and must first pass the unified advanced test of the guild, only in this way can the lives of hunters be protected to the greatest extent.

In the middle of the hall there is a circular bar with a wide variety of liquors, from the old high-altitude wines of the East to the beautiful bottles and jars of the West. The Grim Reaper found two empty chairs and pulled Wu Liao to sit down. A low-ranking bartender hurriedly came over to greet him, and when he saw the Grim Reaper, he said with some respect, "Mr. Death, you are here." ”

Wu Liao pointed to the grim reaper suspiciously and asked the bartender, "Do you all know him?" ”

The bartender pouted and pointed to the wide holographic effect on which the illustrious hunters were scrolling. Sure enough, the Grim Reaper appeared in the hologram, dressed in a well-fitting combat uniform, carrying a gun in one hand and a waist in the other, looking into the distance as if in contemplation. With a robot under his feet that Wu Liao had not yet seen with his own eyes, his brothers were all guarding the Grim Reaper with guns. This is clearly a deliberately photographed poster.

The old Reaper who saw it blushed, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "This is a mission we took outside the Rain Tree Bunker last month, and a few of us hunted and killed an unknown model of robot. The association of the Rain Tree Bunker dragged us to take such a set of photos......" and then stared at the bartender viciously and said, "Quick, give me two glasses of the strongest wine, and let you talk more!" ”

The bartender smiled awkwardly, turned around and took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, took the bottles and cans beside him and began to mix the wine. Without half a cigarette, the bartender pushed the two goblets in front of the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper was just about to touch his ID card in his pocket to pay the bill, but was stopped by the bartender.

"Mr. Death, we have ordered it to be free for you forever, you are busy." After that, he simply turned his head and beckoned the other guests to go.

The Grim Reaper picked up the cup, touched it lightly with Wu Liao, raised his head, and swallowed a glass of liquor in one gulp. After the spicy liquor was swallowed, Death's face was slightly rosy.