"It's time for you to find a place to sleep."

The silence of the night was broken by a long-lost voice.

As if tireless, he still did not look back: "Why? ”

"It's dangerous nights here."

"Aren't you protecting?"

The robot didn't speak.

He continued to walk as if he were tireless, his body as if he had complete control. He didn't feel hungry, he didn't feel tired. Because of his personality, he just stubbornly walked forward, because a strong intuition told him that if he went on, he would eventually get an answer.

The breeze blew in the night, and the slightest coolness made him shiver, and he put his headphones on his ears, looped his favorite song "Cornfield Chase" indefinitely, and then continued on the long, seemingly endless road.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was still covered in darkness, but he stopped. For some reason, the street lamps went out one by one, and the darkness slowly extended from his side to the end of the sight.

Suddenly, the shadow of his body was infinitely elongated, and he disappeared into the darkness in the distance, and the surroundings were once again illuminated by light. The light came from behind him, and when he turned around, it was a disc-like device from the robot's chest that shot light. The light was like the high beams of a car, intense and blinding.

The robot didn't speak, its waist straight, its red eyes staring into the distance. If it hadn't saved him from the mouth of a monster-like frog, he would have thought that the robot had only flexible legs, and its upper body was just a statue for people to look up to.

The road ahead brightened again, and the enchanting melody of the organ came from the headphones. He turned around and continued with a determined step.

Not tired, the sky was white, and the sun had quietly spent the night going from behind him to in front of him, and began to rise slowly from the ground. At this moment, the daylight shone onto the earth, and he didn't seem to need the high beams of the robot behind him.

Just as this thought came to him, the ground shook violently. His heart was clenched inexplicably, and instead of turning back in a hurry, he took off his headphones first. When he turned, the robot fell to one knee with its chest headlights flashing. Its left arm had been torn at some point, leaving behind various lines that were still sparkling, and there were numerous broken wounds elsewhere. As for the chimney, it seemed to be blocked, and faint black smoke was emitted weakly, one by one, accompanied by a short humming sound.

"It's safe, you keep going—"

The robot spoke for the third time, and then the red light from the headlights on its chest and eyes gradually dimmed, and the chimney behind it stopped smoking. The robot's right arm hung limply, then fell forward, never to get up again.

After the tall body fell, the vision behind him suddenly cleared. That night, the road he had walked on was covered with blood and the corpses of some huge creatures, and the buildings on the left and right sides of the road were in shambles, so it was not difficult to judge what a terrible battle had taken place during the night.

But during the night he never felt the reassuring high beams flicker. He stared at it all blankly, his mind blank. Gradually, as if a tender shoot was growing, an indescribable sadness spread.

He stared at the fallen robot and felt sadness. He felt that it was right, that there should be no smile in such a moment.

……

"Ahem......"

A feeble cough caught his attention, and he glanced over to see a scrawny man huddled in an inconspicuous corner of the roadside. He walked over and watched the dying man take out the bread from his school bag: "Eat." “

Unexpectedly, the man did not accept his food, but let out a faint cold snort: "I will not accept alms from others." “

"I'm dying, what's the matter?" He said.

"I've never been so embarrassed." The man's vicious eyes made him a little uncomfortable.

"Don't eat?"

"Don't eat it!"

"Oh."

He stuffed the bread into his bag, picked it up and moved on.

"Gollum ......"

Hearing the faint sound of swallowing, he paused again, sighed, and took the bread back out and walked over to the man.

"I said I wouldn't eat it - woo, choke me!"

Ignoring the man's resistance, he stuffed the bread directly into the man's mouth. At first, the man resisted a little, but finally hunger defeated his arrogance, and without help, he grabbed the bread and devoured it.

"I don't need your handout!" The man punched him after he had eaten, "Are you insulting me!" “

"Count as a reward and take me out of this area." He didn't fight back and said calmly.

The man gasped and looked at him.

……

"My name is unpredictable." "This area is only a day's journey, and you can leave it soon!" The food is my own earnings, are you okay? “

"Nope." He followed closely behind the unpredictable, "How long have you been in this area?" “

"It's been a long time." Unpredictable suddenly became vicissitudes, "It's so long that I can't remember it clearly, maybe a hundred years, maybe a thousand years." I don't even know how I survived without food, huh......"

He doesn't remember anything like he killed Matt, but he knows the place very well.

"Have you ever seen someone else?" He asked.

"I guess I've seen it." Mo Ji hesitated to answer the question.

"Can you tell me where everyone else is?" He said.

"How do I know?" Mo Ji laughed at himself, "I'm just an inconspicuous little person, and now I'm reduced to an ordinary person who leads the way for others for a piece of bread." “

"Well......" He didn't expect to get any news from these people.

After a day of walking, Mo Tu didn't feel tired, and neither did he. It was another early morning, just like killing Matt, Mo Ji stopped and pointed to the corner in front of him: "You can go out there, I don't know what is outside, I hope you can find other humans as soon as possible." “

He nodded, unloaded the bag, and handed it to Mo Xue: "There is still a little bread left in it, you can take it and eat it." “

"No, I don't." Mo Tu did not hesitate to refuse his alms.

"It's not a charity, it's a gift from me thanking you for taking me out of here." He handed it to Mo Tu again, but Mo Tu still didn't take it, and he didn't give up, but put the bag at Mo Tu's feet, and then walked around the corner.

"I don't need handouts!" Mo Shout roared.

However, he had already turned the corner, leaving the unpredictable area.

Walking around the corner, we are greeted by a barren desert. The sand and dust swept up, and the blazing sun made his mouth dry, but he had no way back but to keep walking. For some reason, his instinct told him that if he kept walking, he would eventually get an answer.