The Scavengers Alliance, or the Scavengers Discovery Foundation, is perhaps the most eccentric organization in human history. The Union itself is not profitable, there are no branches, there is only one account, a headquarters and several administrative branches. Membership is graded by points, with no regular allowances, no organization and affiliation, and no level benefits. The alliance does not charge membership dues and gives out huge bonuses to members who discover Green Island and its ruins, but most of the senior waste pickers refuse to accept the bonuses and instead donate government rewards for the discovery of Green Island to the Alliance, perhaps in the same way as the oath: the spark will not stop, and the hope will not stop. They are synonymous with human idealism, just like the never-dying rainbows they erect, beautiful, but also stop at beauty.

——"The History of the Development of the Underground Relics, Volume VII", IC87, Curran. Oak Ferrance. Josiah

Greenwich, the capital of human resistance.

It is inhabited by a handful of descendants of humans who have never entered a Vault, or who have returned to the surface during the nuclear winter, and who proudly call themselves the remnants of the surface.

They have consistently lived on the surface, and they have paid a great price for clearing the rubble and rebuilding their homes by the blood of the Prince of Wales, who has always been by their side.

According to the IC55 Global Health Blue Book, the average life expectancy of Greenwich people is 43.7 years, the newborn survival rate is 57%, and there are 24 green islands under the jurisdiction of the country, with a total area of 3 million square kilometers, of which the green island covers an area of more than 470,000 square kilometers and a total population of only 33 million.

In Greenwich, Green Island is called a county, and unlike the Green Island of the Global Human Alliance, there is no magnetic shield, no boundary pillars, and no natural sand-proof forest in the outer ring, but it is like a city in the desert, surrounding oases. Settlements were formed, including the magnates, commoners and factories, and there were no excessively tall buildings in the whole country, because tall buildings could not withstand the erosion of wind and sand.

On December 21, IC63, Greenwich was already winter, and the ice crystals in the sky kept accumulating thick snow on the ground, which contained a certain amount of radiation, so there were not many pedestrians on the street.

Dressed in a large radiation-proof robe, Asano stopped in a small building on the edge of the desert and reached out to ring the doorbell.

"Enter."

Some of the dilapidated wooden doors slid open silently, and Asano stepped in, on one knee.

The room was minimalist to the extreme, covered with a heavy brown carpet, with no furniture except for a staircase leading to the second floor and a bare light bulb hanging in the middle of the hall, but there was a picture framed in a wooden frame at the entrance, which was the only decoration in the room.

There were several thick-bound books and a bottle of red wine floating in the living room, and Prodi was lying hanging in the air, flipping through a gray-skinned book. The cover of the book has a complicated pattern, and at a glance, it seems that even the light is distorted, making people dizzy.

No one could have imagined that the Lord of Greenwich would live in a slum, let alone that his life would be simple to the point of rudiment.

"My lord, this is a copy of the evidence provided by Park Tianhui, a lot of things, the Scavengers Alliance has not made public."

"Where did you put someone?"

"No, it was sent by a silver scavenger in Hamburg County, although the origin is a little strange, but the contents still need to be seen by you."

Prodi nodded. He closed the book, and the folder in Asano's hand flew up and floated in front of him, turning page by page.

Syllable! Gravity suddenly returns to the living room, everything falling on the carpet with a dull sound, and Prodi floats alone, staring at one of the pages.

"Wise...... Metal lifeforms? ”

……

Just 5 kilometres from what is now the centre of Greenwich, London is just a stone's throw away, but it's heaven and hell. From Kogischel to Portsmouth, the Greenwich built a 90-kilometre-long, 10-metre-high wall, a high-voltage power grid, an automatic machine gun, and a toxic ditch to defend themselves, and even the headquarters of the Queen's Guard in a building not far from London. Because Greenwich is the Green Isle, London is the Land of Death.

Centuries ago, wars turned this historic international city into ruins, nuclear bombs turned it into a barren land, and now a wide variety of mutated creatures occupy it, turning it into a forbidden area for mortals, a paradise of horrors.

Downing walked cautiously over the ruins of Old London, dressed in a close-fitting radiation-protective suit, holding a spear welded from broken steel bar, the tip of which was strung with the corpse of a fat, gray creature, unkempt and unkempt.

He had just finished his hunt and was ready to go home.

The prey is a mutated rat, the size of a human head, they are the lowest creatures in the London food chain, they reproduce quickly, have a low IQ, and the degree of mutation is also ordinary, and they can obtain meat with high protein content and low toxins, which is just right for predators like Downing, who are located in the middle layer.

It was Downing's 19th month in London, and Asano spoke to him. Only to take down the flag on the roof of the Queen's Guard headquarters two kilometers away. and into her hands, so that he could leave London, and then the Origin would accept him.

Asano's vision is accurate, and for a homeless person, this commitment is the greatest spiritual support.

Nineteen months ago, Asano handed him two sets of radiation suits, a thermal sword, compressed biscuits and 5 gallons of purified water in his entire backpack, and he was at the bottom of the food chain when he was sent to a dilapidated building with the words 10 Downing Street written on it.

He didn't even know where the switch of the thermal sword was, he had no skill, no strength, not even the highest intelligence, all he had was a capsule smaller than a fingernail planted under the skin of his throat, which contained the man's last ashes.

His only purpose in accepting the trial was to get to know him, to know everything about the man called Father who seemed to care nothing about him, but who could give him his life without hesitation.

It's easy because there is his diary in the basement of the ancestral house. From 2144 AD. Every descendant of the Tang family who came here for the trial left his own diary in that basement, which was somewhat flawed, but at least his diary was complete.

Soon, Downing returned to the ancestral house, opened the basement door, turned around and locked it, then took off his protective suit and sat naked at his desk. I opened Tang Huan's diary again.

"October 3, 2209, damn Qing. Tang Lu threw his four sons into the dead land of London, without any training, and unfortunately, I was one of the four unlucky ghosts. I know that only one of the four of us will make it back alive at most, because there is not enough food, and the brothers are far easier to deal with than the beasts, and have more meat. I also wonder why a 14-year-old child would have such an idea, maybe this is called having a father and having a son. ”

"On October 16, 2209, the devil knows what the weather was outside, and we didn't go up again. Today we ate the last cookie, and the eldest brother suggested that we go up there to find something to eat, and I would love to agree, but the second brother and I are allies, and we have to be consistent, don't we? ”

"October 18, 2209, fine. The first conflict. The eldest brother hammered off the bridge of the second child's nose and hadn't eaten for three days, I really didn't expect him to be so strong. I choose to compromise, is this abandoning my allies? Who cares about these? Anyway, we didn't even go out for 200 meters, and in the end we didn't get anything. I was right, a brother is the best prey. ”

"On October 19, 2209, this time even the eldest brother didn't mention the hunt. In addition, the second child's wound is inflamed, and the fourth child proposes to use him as bait, which will reduce the difficulty of hunting, which sounds good, anyway, the eldest brother agreed. ”

"October 20, 2209, cloudy. We captured a mutated rat of more than a dozen pounds, but lost the second child. I'm referring to the loss of more than 140 pounds of the second child's body. These two idiots. ”

"October 24, 2209, rain. One rat is enough for three people to eat for four days, and if someone asks me later, then I will definitely tell him so. At night, we heard the sound of rain and claws scratching the door, nothing to be afraid of, this was once the Prime Minister's official residence, and the entire basement was wrapped in alloy steel, and the brutes couldn't get in. ”

"October 27, 2209, why always wait for three days of hunger. Did anyone move to hunt? I'm not hungry anyway, and the diary of my ancestors is enough for me to cheat my stomach for a long time until I die of malnutrition. By the way, the fourth child came to me today, does he want to betray the eldest brother? Or is it aimed at me? ”

"October 28, 2209, fine. Survival is the best teacher of people, we hunted successfully for the second time, this time it was with the fourth child as bait, it's very simple, just talk to the eldest brother, he has a lot of strength, and other places are very small. In addition, I snatched back the fourth child, although I was scratched a few times, but the eldest brother seemed to be very moved. ”

"October 30, 2209, rain. I had a fever, and the day before yesterday, the guy called Big Brother said with a touched face that he would take care of me, today. But he has already proposed to make me the next bait. In a two-person parliament, only one person has the right to vote. Sure enough, this is the man of the Tang family. ”

"November 1, 2209. The bedroom lock is strong, but it shouldn't be so solid either. I'm going to engrave this sentence on Tang Lu's tombstone, maybe in hell. He would reflect on why he didn't have a friend from the slums. Now there is only one person left at No. 10 Downing Street, if I can go back alive, I will avenge you and kill Tang Lu. ”

"August 14, 2210, fine. I woke up, and the ability is hypnosis. Maybe this is the reason why the descendants of the Tang family always have to test here. This idea is very funny, the Speaker family of the House of Commons is actually a family of capable people, we are hiding our ability to protect the interests of mortals for Your Majesty, this is against our own race! But even so, Tang Lu shouldn't have thrown his four sons in together, I will live, and he will pay the price, there is no doubt about that. ”

"October 3, 2210, rain. Looking at my diary, today is the first anniversary, like a birthday. By the way, what's my birthday? I actually forgot, just think it's October 3rd, myself, happy birthday, no cake, no gifts. God, my birthday wish is to cut off my children and grandchildren. ”

"May 1, 2211, fine. I decided to go back, I'm afraid that after a long time, I will forget my hatred for Tang Lu, but I still need the head of a violent bear. I'm actually just now realizing that who can kill a violent bear except for the powerful? Is it really for the four brothers to work together? That's the biggest joke. Also, I actually remembered my birthday, it was really October 3rd, which is very good, and there is one more reason to kill Tang Lu. ”

"May 17, 2211, fine. This is my last night in London, and it is also the last night of the Tang family's men in London, I didn't expect it to be a sleepless night, I'm hesitating? God, please tell me, after I go back, I will kill Tang Lu and commit suicide? Or do you want to keep living? By the way, you don't allow believers to commit suicide, I actually forgot about this, then live, someone will always kill me, as long as that person is not surnamed Tang. ”

"October 3, 2226, fine. I'm back here because I have a son. I named him Downing, Downing of Downing Street. He was born in IC45, that is, in August this year, and is a native of Shangri-La. I had no choice but to give up my identity there and say goodbye. Only Prodi's stone knew about it, and he wouldn't tell anyone anyway. But God, I won't hide it from you, Downing will never come here, that's the only thing I can give him. ”

This is the end of the diary. Even if I've watched it many times, I still can't change the satisfaction from the heart. Tang Ning smiled and closed the notebook, took out another book and turned to the blank page, this was his diary.

"IC62-12-21, cloudy. Counting in the AD calendar, this year is 2243, the 100th year of the beginning of the Tang family trial, which reminds me of an old book called One Hundred Years of Solitude. I woke up in December last year, and then today I broke through the second order, and this kind of advancement speed seems to be the resentful spirit of the Tang family entangled in this house cursing me. After all, Ms. Asano's task is not easy, and if she can't complete it, there won't be another toy for these ghosts to play with. Today's dinner is still rat meat, maybe I should go hunting a bear, like you. Anyway, I'm going to live. Good night, father. ”