"That's good." Jock said.

"What I want to say is why this place is controlled by death row inmates. And why don't the condemned prisoners rush to exterminate? I said.

"It's good to be alive, and the condemned prisoners are probably afraid that we will riot again. And we are also afraid of death, so we don't resist, we just restrain each other. Who wants to fight thanklessly if you can stutter without dying. If the condemned prisoners were really ruthless, we would have ended that scene just now. Jock said.

Garbage comes down almost every ten seconds, and then it's completely useless and thrown into the lava after sorting.

It doesn't matter if the other is burned, the burning of plastic products will produce black smoke.

Some choke their noses, although they know that they are toxic and harmful, but the people here don't seem to care.

It's good to think about being able to survive, who cares if it's healthy or not.

Jock got a big bag, and I got a small bag.

Coming to the side, Jock dismantled mine first.

I had a small portion of naan and rice in my little bag, and a little barbecue.

I thought and said, "That's what the Egyptians eat?" ”

"There are Chinese and Western curries, as well as unfinished snacks. Everything looks like, the pyramid area is also a tourist attraction. So it's not too bad, at least it's okay to feed our group. Jock said as he sniffed the contents of the pouch and tossed the roast into the lava pool along with the bag.

I subconsciously asked, "The meat is small, but why not?" ”

"It's hot in the desert and the meat spoils easily. If you don't want to live a long time without diarrhea, believe me, I almost didn't me off when you let your dad line up once before. You keep going to the queue, which can be a little faster. Jock said.

I got in line, only to see black Americans leaning towards Jock.

The two of them chatted a little, and I ran over.

The black man said roughly that your Chinese friend injured someone, is he going to get some compensation?

Jock apologized and gave out the food he had just gotten.

I came up to Jock, grabbed the black man's hand and said, "FUCK." ”

The other party let go of his hand, looked at me, and went back to line up.

I glanced at Jock and said, "Are you alright?" They didn't do anything. ”

Jock looked at me and said angrily, "Of course, no one dares to do anything inside, in case the fight breaks out, and the death row prisoners outside know that everyone has no food." ”

"So it's all settled." I said.

"Solve what? It's good to give a little bit out every time, but if you continue like this, we're going to suffer. ”

I glanced at the black people in the line and said, "Isn't that what happened in the first place?" Haven't people been bullied for a long time? ”

"You won't understand, keep queuing." Jock said as he began to unpack the large bags, which were all waste paper and garbage plastic bags. The only one-third of the bottle of water was left behind by Jock, and the rest was thrown into the lava pool again.

Then Jock got into the back of my line with three or four people, and I saw a black man coming and inserting him into Jock's place.

The others expressed their dissatisfaction in English and could not cut the line, which should mean that one of the two needs to be removed.

The other party obviously had no intention of leaving, and Jock reluctantly walked out of his seat to the back of the line before things stopped.

I kind of wanted to teach them a lesson, but I found that I couldn't do it either.

Continuing on, I got a second bag, which was a big garbage bag.

There was a disgusting smell when I opened it, but I couldn't help but keep searching.

There was a loose soup inside, which had already stained everything inside.

I guess all of them are broken, but I searched them all anyway.

I looked at a box of disassembled screwdriver kits, but the accessories were not very complete and a lot of replacement screw heads were missing.

I put the kit away, and was about to throw it away, when I swept over to a black man standing behind me.

The other man put his hand on my shoulder, and in front of me was a pool of magma that had been carved out.