The rain dripped vertically from under the gray canopy and splashed vertically on the ground, and soon small pits the size of soybeans splashed on the brown mud floor, sizzling and emitting thin wisps of smoke.

The pedestrians who hurriedly walked by on the road inadvertently caught a glimpse of this scene, and even quickened their pace, cursing in a low voice: "Damn the ghost weather, the acid rain is getting worse and worse now....these damn rulers...."

It's just that his whining stopped abruptly, and quickly disappeared between his lips and teeth, only to see him quickly swing his neck in annoyance and look left and right, and patted the corners of his mouth with some regret, "Let your mouth be fast." ”

Looking at the figure as far as the eye could see, not to mention the figure, even the dirty mouse couldn't see one, he relieved his hanging heart, and whispered: "Damn....", I didn't dare to say more, and left in a hurry, and soon disappeared into the rain.

I don't know how long it took, the raindrops completely disappeared between the dark clouds, and the already dilapidated wasteland became even more obscure and embarrassing after a baptism of acid rain. The mist rising from the ground emitted a sour smell that enveloped the entire city, hastening its decay.

Fortunately, with the departure of the acid rain, the dead city finally regained a little bit of vitality. Gray rats with messy fur came out of some underground pipe, squeaking and scurrying through the garbage heap, their hind limbs stained with the dampness on the ground, and soon charred black. The emaciated rat squeaks in pain and does not give up rummaging in the garbage heap for food.

The soles of the feet are corroded by acid rain and may die from wound infection, but if there is no food, it will starve to death immediately.

In this world, even a mouse can live so hard.

Sang Jiaojiao glanced at the thin mouse with pity, quickly withdrew her gaze, and pursed her lips mockingly.

How could she still have time to sympathize with a mouse, she herself could not be better than this mouse. The people in this world are no different from this mouse, and they live so hard.

Sang Jiaojiao gathered the coarse linen headscarf on the top of her hair, making sure that she even had a strand of hair in the turban, leaving only two eyes, and then carefully stretched out her head from under a piece of waste tiles to look out.

Someone began to walk on the street outside, Sang Jiaojiao touched the bulging package in her arms, took a deep breath and raised her legs to get out from behind the hidden tiles. As soon as she lifted one foot, she seemed to think of something, and quickly pulled out a palm-sized mirror from her right pocket.

The mirror surface of the small mirror is covered with cracks, splitting the human face printed on it into distorted pieces. Even so, a pair of eyes that can only be seen on the mirror are radiant and sparkling.

These are extremely beautiful eyes, clean and clear.

Sang Jiaojiao was extremely annoyed, snapped the mirror and covered it, and quickly wiped it on the dirty tiles, endured the discomfort of the dirty palms, and wiped and wiped on the eyelids and around the eyes. Only then did he walk out with a little relief.

Sang Jiaojiao had planned before she went out, and this time her destination was a grocery store not far away.

Don't look at this grocery store as small, but it can buy everything in it, and it also buys all valuable things, all ..... such as: women, life. Of course, the people who can set up shop in this messy place are powerful people with backgrounds, and it is a well-known fact that those rioters do not dare to cause trouble near the grocery store.

Sang Jiaojiao's tense heart was slightly relieved all the way, and she didn't dare to relax too much, she was a little worried about what price she could get for the metal parts in her hand.

Previously, she had been recycling these things from the garbage dump to a grocery store on the other side of the area, but something had happened recently that she ventured here to dump them. If she doesn't get any more money, she won't be able to afford even the cheapest food.

Sang Jiaojiao wrapped herself tightly, walked into the grocery store with her head down, and said quickly with a buzzing voice: "Mica, the gilt is in complete condition, do you want to accept it?" ”

Sang Jiaojiao's strange appearance, the shopkeeper was not surprised, lying on the rocking chair and sipping cigarettes, without lifting her eyelids, and said lazily: "Three pieces of black bread." ”

Sang Jiaojiao: .....

It was much darker than the old man's grocery store, and according to the metal she had worked so hard to pull out in the past, she could exchange it for ten pieces of black bread. Now it's less than a third of what it used to be.

The situation was pressing, Sang Jiaojiao gritted her teeth and said, "Change it." ”

The shopkeeper glanced at Sang Jiaojiao, sneered and said, "You don't have to be reluctant, there are a total of three grocery stores in the area of the wasteland, and I am the only one who will give you the opportunity to exchange them, you should feel lucky." ”

Sang Jiaojiao's heartstrings tightened, and she asked, "Is something big wrong?" ”

It's no wonder that Sang Jiaojiao is so nervous, human life in the wasteland is not valuable, even if many people died due to the plague a few years ago, it has never affected the grocery store. Now it could only be..."What does it have to do with the outside?" ”

The shopkeeper mumbled and didn't answer. Sang Jiaojiao's heart was half cold.

This area is called the wasteland, and you know how barren it is. It's just that the outer area is not included. According to those who have seen the outside, although the living conditions in the outer area are just as bad, they are much better than the inner area. Sang Jiaojiao has lived here for eighteen years and has never stepped out of the inner area. It's not that she doesn't want to, but she can't.

There are three districts in the inner district, all of which are controlled by those in power, and only those who have made great contributions can get a precious place to enter the outer district. It's a pity that in the eighteen years since Sang Jiaojiao came here, she has never heard of anyone getting this place.

Death is the most common thing here, and some people are alive one second, and the next second they are humanoid garbage.

Sang Jiaojiao was a little uneasy, and hid the three black breads she had exchanged for the innermost underwear, and was about to leave when the owner of the grocery store suddenly whispered: "I heard that the rules have been changed in the outer district." The number of Reapers will increase to 50. ”

Sang Jiaojiao was surprised by the shopkeeper's sudden kindness, and turned her head in surprise.

The shopkeeper nodded the ring on Sang Jiaojiao's finger, "The dead old man is so hard, he died after so long." ”

Looking at the tone of the shopkeeper, it seemed that he knew the old man at home, and he couldn't tell whether the relationship was good or not, so he felt that she had to be sincerely grateful for these words.

"Let's go, hurry back and hide, don't die early, you can be worthy of your grandfather."

"One more is dead, all dead...."