Su Le, wearing the blue casual clothes issued when he was released from prison and carrying an old black backpack, stood on the tram platform and stared blankly at the deep tunnel.

After enduring dozens of hours in the dirty and smelly carriage, he finally arrived in Yangcheng yesterday, and got off the train with a group of people who had been released from prison.

Su Le looked at the surroundings, this tram station was built on the basis of a huge air-raid shelter, a depth of 100 meters, and it took more than a minute to sit in the elevator alone, and the echo was deafening.

Su Le looked at the hurried pedestrians walking by, with a wooden and numb expression on his face, Su Le couldn't see any hope and joy of life on their faces.

After the Kuroshio Flood 80 years ago, the surviving cities were surrounded by giant floating islands and hovering machinery, surrounded by the people of the lower city.

The walled Lower City was a place for the homeless and low-class people who had to do countless heavy tasks every day to feed the upper class borers around the city and on the floating islands

The heavy work did not break their bodies, but it broke their minds.

A hierarchical and hierarchical society!

Su Le pressed the brim of the baseball cap to better hide himself in the shadows, and the long hair that had not had time to be trimmed fell down his cheeks, wrapping his face, looking quite earthy and Korean.

After a while, there was a roar in the tunnel, a burst of bright light shot out, and the yellow-rusted tram arrived as promised.

Su Le followed the flow of people and squeezed onto the tram, and found a corner to stand up, but it was only for standing, and he couldn't move.

He was in a position just facing the glass, and he could see himself more clearly against the black background.

The train exits the station and enters the dark tunnel,

Su Le looked at the scene reflected in the window, and there was a new couple standing beside him, with colorful hair, flowing outfits, and a strange-shaped xenomorph tattooed on the boy's arm.

The Black Tide, a sudden disaster eighty years ago, wiped out the highly developed civilization of human beings by the overwhelming tide, and the creatures eroded by the tide mutated one after another, and were corrupted into xenomorphs with only the desire to kill, wandering in the wasteland.

Young people of every age are very rebellious, and the products of the Kuroshio do not make them jealous, but with blind worship, there is a strange pathology.

The tram was noisy, some were drinking, some were smoking, and the no-smoking sign on the handrail was like an ornament, and passers-by ignored it.

There was a quarrel between several people, and they fought in the carriage when they boarded, and the soles of the wine bottles greeted together, and the others did not hide, but just looked at the people who were fighting with numb eyes.

For a while, the smell of smoke, wine, and blood filled the carriage everywhere, and people couldn't open their eyes.

"The mud road has arrived!"

Half an hour later, a sweet mechanical synthesized sound came from the radio, which woke up the stunned Su Le.

He grabbed his backpack and stepped off the tram.

After following the route from his original memory, he walked out of the tram station and returned to the ground in the crumbling elevator.

Walking out of the dilapidated tram stop, a drop of coldness suddenly hit Su Le's face.

Su Le stretched out his hand and touched it, his hand was slippery, it was obviously raindrops but it had a grease-like feel, and the pitch-black color made people feel bored.

The black raindrops fell, Su Le stood in the rain curtain and looked at this industrialized city that had been strong for eighty years, the dark clouds rolled in the gloomy sky, and the thick smoke from the chimneys of the factories gradually infected the already dirty sky, and the dark clouds were like a layer of poisonous gas wall that could not be dissolved, and despair shrouded this rusty city.

The trees on both sides of the street that were drenched in black rain showed a stubborn vitality, and they were not damaged much, but they were beaten by the dense raindrops and couldn't raise their heads.

The man who walked out of the tram stop behind him, seeing that it was raining, took out his umbrella from his bag and walked into the vast rain curtain despite the thunder.

Su Le opened the backpack behind him, took out an umbrella made of special material from it, hit it above his head, and walked into this filthy city.

Along the way, there are few pedestrians around, even if there is, it is a preoccupied walking appearance, you can't see laughter and laughter, only boring, the daily life of the people at the bottom of the city, fast-paced squeezing yourself, in order to pursue higher productivity and efficiency.

Su Le followed the route of his original memories to his home, and after passing through two streets, he became more and more inaccessible, and finally stopped in a slum.

Tube buildings and earthen houses of different heights are combined to form this urban area, and a few clusters of light from the darkness slightly illuminate Su Le's way.

Mud Road, Su Le's hometown.

Su Le sighed a little inexplicably in his heart, ten years have passed, this place has not changed, it is exactly the same as in the original memory, and the scenes of the past are still vivid.

And at this moment, it seems a little deserted in this pouring rain curtain, the accident ten years ago not only sent Su Le in, but also scared away nearly half of the residents, and it will never be as lively as before.

He walked along the way and stroked the walls around him, silently feeling the long-lost touch.

After about a few minutes, he came to the door of a mud house and stopped.

This earthen house is very dilapidated, it looks like no one has lived in it for a long time, because of the disrepair, the beams, doors and windows have collapsed, and the couplets on both sides of the door are so white that it is almost impossible to see what is written, and it is in tatters like a pile of ruins.

This is Su Le's home, the place that once brought him warmth and joy, since his grandfather died, five-year-old Su Le lived here alone, relying on the help of the neighbors, eating a hundred family meals.

Standing at the door, Su Le's indifferent eyes finally took on color.

Su Le trembled and pushed open the broken door, and suddenly a burst of dust came to his face, and a smell of decay permeated the room, the small living room was full of dust and clods, and when he looked up, he could see the big hole in the roof, and the rain was leaking down, and it was no longer as warm as before.

Su Le stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the room, and the dust on the floor of the room suddenly trembled, and then all slowly floated.

Su Le moved them to the hole in the roof and refilled them, then flipped with both hands, manipulating the tattered furniture that had fallen everywhere in the room like a conductor, putting them back in their place, and then reconnecting the wires that had been broken for a long time, and the small living room was bright again after ten years.

Su Le looked at the scene with satisfaction, patted the dust on his body and walked back to his room.

There are a lot of things in his room, and after his grandfather died, Su Le moved all the things to his room for storage.

After cleaning up, the original dilapidated room took on a new look, Su Le walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, opening the drawer of the bedside table.

There were some small objects such as screwdrivers and nail clippers inside, Su Le picked them up and stroked each of them, and then opened the bottom drawer and saw a photo album inside.

Su Le's hands trembled uncontrollably, he knew that it was a good thing that "he" had done.

"You're so excited when you're dead."

Su Le smiled helplessly and picked up the album.

He felt that his lips were a little dry, and he stuck out his tongue to moisten them, but no matter how much he licked them, it didn't work.

He took out the album and put it on his lap and turned the first page, and it was a kind little rickety old man, and a boy of three or two years old sat around his neck.

The boy is very similar to Su Le, biting his fingers and looking at the camera with a runny nose with a confused expression, while the old man stretched out a hand to hold the boy's buttocks and stabilize him from falling, the love in his eyes was overflowing.

"It's you."

Su Le chuckled: "You're still cute." ”

He looked at it for a moment, then slowly turned to the second page.

A group of shirtless children are sitting unkempt together in a "yes" pose to the camera, each lively and cute, innocent.

Su Le was also among them, he was also shirtless, grabbing the hair of a boy in front of him and giving a thumbs up to the camera, the smile on his face was very bright, and his white teeth were quite eye-catching, which made the boys in the front row very dissatisfied.

Seeing this photo, Su Le suddenly wanted to cry, and he felt that his tear ducts were collapsing.

The voices and smiles of these people came to his mind one by one, but then they were followed by their frightened eyes!

A tear unconsciously fell on the album, blurring the old photo.

"Alright, calm down."

"You've seen these things, and it's time to do it."

Su Le sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mirror in the corner of the room.

"I will no longer resist you, and you will forgive yourself."

Su Le muttered to himself with an indifferent expression, stroking the photo album that had been wet with tears, and gently rubbing the yellowed photo.

Looking at myself in the mirror, my expression gradually returned to peace.

"From now on, you are me, I am Su Le!"