Sure enough, there is more than one of these towers that are not recorded on the map, Lu Changgeng looked at the lighthouse passing by the window, he did not slow down, he still stepped on the accelerator lightly to maintain the speed of the tracked armored car and drove past the lighthouse, from yesterday to today, this is already the forty-seventh tower on this road, and the distance between the towers can not find any rules, some will meet one at a distance of seven or eight hundred meters, and some will see the next one after a kilometer or two

It's weird. Lian Yan continued, if it was, it shouldn't be like this

Lu Changgeng: Yes, it seems that we guessed wrong.

The conversation between these two people seemed to be like a dumb riddle, and a tall man next to them was stunned, and he interrupted the conversation between the two in confusion: Wait, wait, what's wrong? Isn't this a beacon, according to your guess?

Lu Changgeng was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of understanding appeared on his face: That's right, Lao Fan, you are not a local, and it is normal that you don't understand.

But if these are all lighthouses, then the distribution is too dense and even explained sullenly, it is very wasteful, and does not conform to the style of thrift in the night hemisphere.

For people in the night hemisphere, any bit of resource is precious, and it must be recycled until it can no longer be used to extract the use value, and the luxury of building a lighthouse every few hundred meters like the present is absolutely impossible.

He and Lian Yan were both residents of the night hemisphere, and they knew this very well, so they immediately sensed that something was wrong, but Lao Fan had lived in the abundant day hemisphere since he was a child, so he naturally ignored this element.

Lao Fan wondered: What would it do if it was a lighthouse in the style of the night hemisphere?

Lian Zhen took a pen and wrote on the map, and said sullenly: If it was a lighthouse in the style of the night hemisphere, then it would not have been built here at all.

Lao Fan: ?????

Lian Zhen was right. Lu Changgeng took over the conversation while driving, and the lighthouse would either be built near the city to pick up and guide the survivors, or it would be built on the high ground with complex terrain to warn of dangerous areas. There is not much to gain from building on the Great Plains, which is unobstructed and free of danger areas, so people in the night hemisphere generally do not waste even the slightest resource on it.

Hearing this, Lao Fan nodded with some understanding: It's really wrong for you to say this, but listening to your tone, it seems that you have already guessed whose handwriting it is?

There are only a few cities established by survivors in the entire night hemisphere, and this eternal night wasteland is the sphere of influence of Night City, considering the character of that tyrant, it is really possible for him to do this kind of thing Lu Changgeng sighed, but judging from the appearance of these towers, the age span of their construction is also very large, some look like they were built in recent years, and some have been built more than ten years ago

The things that the workers have worked so hard to produce, even if they are used here to build such a useless spectacle, are not willing to be used to improve the living conditions of the workers?

Lu Changgeng's thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't help but think of the childhood playmates he saw when he returned to Night City before, the endless heavy work for many years, the children to be fed at home, and the oppression of nobles and petty powers, all of which weighed heavily on his childhood playmate like a mountain, almost torturing him into a puppet man with hollow eyes like a walking dead.

The two are obviously the same age, but he is as old as a person who is over half a hundred years old, and the disparity between the status has put a thick barrier between the two of them, and the childhood playmate grovels at the end of the barrier, and he can neither stop nor break the thick barrier between the two, so he can only quietly watch the relationship between the two produce more and more cracks.

At this time, Lian Zhen, who looked at the map thoughtfully, suddenly sighed: Chang Geng.

Lu Changgeng took the time to glance at him: What's wrong?

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the side of the map: we should be in the eastern part of the Eternal Night Wasteland now, and we will be back in Night City after half a day of driving southwest.

I'll take the rest of the road, and you can go and rest for a while. Lian Zhen proposed.

Lu Changgeng pondered for a moment and finally agreed, he knew that his state was very wrong, Xu was a cowardly relationship with his hometown, the closer he was to the hometown where he was born and raised, the more he devoted himself to work

Nakarai numbs himself, because once he is empty, what he heard and saw the last time he returned to Night City will appear like a nightmare, making him panic and make him miserable.

It's been since he left Night City the last time he escaped, and to this day he still can't let go of what he heard and saw.

Will it be the same as last time when I go back this time?

Back on the small bed in the carriage, Lu Changgeng lay on the bed and looked at the low ceiling, and couldn't help but think like this.

Recently, Runtu feels that his life has undergone some subtle changes during this time.

Although he still lives on the dirty and smelly streets, lives in cramped and cramped shacks with his children, and spends his days like a robot in front of the conveyor belts of the factory, munching on cheap energy bars, he feels like he is not quite the same.

The most obvious thing is that he feels that his endurance has decreased a lot.

He could no longer stand the stinking smell of the streets, the endless squeezing of factories and foremen, the smell of cheap energy bars that smelled like chewing wax

It's just that life has changed, and it has caused him many troubles, most of which stem from the various tasks assigned to him by the Axis Regiment.

For example, keep your body clean.

Keeping oneself neat and decent should be considered a daily task, and almost every worker who comes to take on the task can complete it as long as they can keep their clothes clean and free of odors, and take a bowl of thick soup and a good meal of bread for nothing.

But if you want to eat a little more, or eat a little better, you have to complete some other tasks.

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Although many people say that the Grand Master of the Axis Regiment has a problem with his brain, they can eat delicious food that may only be eaten by nobles by doing such a simple thing. But Runtu doesn't care about these things, he is an honest worker, he doesn't think a lot of things like others, he only cares about whether he and the children at home can eat enough.

After getting off work today, he came to the alms of the Axis Regiment as always, and was blocked by Wu Ming before he received his task order today.

Runtu, I see that you have been quite diligent recently, Wu Ming smiled and looked at this honest worker, do you want to consider signing a contract with me, becoming a demon, I mean, becoming an official member of the Axis Regiment?