The tremor of the door closing made Bing Shijue's parents sigh in unison.

Shu Jun leaned out slightly, and after making sure that his son had left, he stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of Bingcai's hand.

But Bing Cai removed his hand.

"Something important." Shu Jun turned around and looked at her husband, who had been with her for nearly thirty years.

......After a moment of silence, Bing Cai's hand did not curl up again, but let his wife touch it.

The moment Shu Jun touched Bing Cai's hand, a feeling of dizziness churned in her mind, and it took about a few seconds for her to reacquaint herself with this sad discomfort.

"Why didn't you persuade him?" Shu Jun shook his head and said softly.

"I can't persuade him, and it's better to try my luck at the picnic area than to let him go to a fork in the road to make money." Bingcai's voice didn't come out of his throat, but echoed faintly in his head, "Besides, after going to the picnic area, he can't sell his organs to make money, and he can't go to the casino." If you do other work, you will be paid a little more. ”

"But...... It's a picnic area. Shu Jun frowned, his face full of helplessness.

"But at least they can come back safely, and they can also rely on their own strength to make money." Bing Cai's hand began to withdraw from Shu Jun's hand, and the voice that echoed in his head became softer, "Jun, you don't want to use the money from selling blood and meat to cure your illness." ”

"Hmm......" Shu Jun let go of Bing Cai's hand, and the sound in the room diffused little by little, and a little warmth and Yin Hong flowed down from her nose.

With a faint sigh, Bing Cai laboriously pulled out a tissue and handed it to Shu Jun.

"Hopefully he'll come back safely." Shu Jun wiped the blood flowing from his nose and leaned back on the bed.

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Bing Shijue walked on the road with some trepidation, and in these bustling streets, he could occasionally catch a glimpse of some robots bathed in light and charging. Although these robots are not glamorous, they are enough to take on all the trivial things in life, such as takeout, or simple repetitive labor.

But it is because of these robots that he is facing an unemployment crisis.

So when waiting for some buses, or when the buses pass by, you can also see people who are about the same age as your parents holding signs and protesting. Most of them were in wheelchairs and pale. They are surrounded by young people who ignore them and go to work.

"Hit robotism!"

"Give us back the job!"

Shouts like these echoed in his ears, and Bing felt a little upset.

The decision to go to the picnic area was a little reckless, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there were only a few ways to go.

Or, as before, find a job in this sheltered city, not caring about the salary, as long as you can survive.

Anyway, my parents have a retirement salary and an official compensation every month.

For the generation of Bing Shijue's parents, they can't live under the same protective film as today's children. They had to participate in the construction of the black towers, and they had to wear almost useless hazmat suits and explore the picnic areas.

So too many people get sick and their bodies become fragile.

The only consolation is that some debris and trash of alien civilizations can be found in the picnic area.

Relying on this garbage, the level of science and technology of the earth is also growing rapidly. The first to be used was robotics, at least in a world where diseases are everywhere, and where many people are confined to bed rest, robots are able to take on menial, repetitive tasks.

With the assistance of robots, black towers in many cities have also been built. For the new generation of children, this is a symbol of safety. In the days when he was not unemployed, Bing Shijue took these children to visit the tower from afar and tell them about the history.

In the midst of that utterly chaotic history, these towers were erected, and the soap bubbles that sheltered the city began to swell.

At the same time, in order to make the fragile bodies of the older generation no longer affected by work, robots can be found in almost any corner of the city.

So a wave of unemployment is inevitable.

Although there are also a number of official jobs, such as the daily maintenance of the city, or the recent dungeon expansion plan that has been in the news. But when you really wait for implementation, you don't know how much time it will take.

"So, we still have to go to the picnic area." Bing Shijue stood up and watched several buses carrying hurried office workers and students away, and he looked at them with a little envy, seeing that they were still able to live in the ordinary world. On weekdays, study time is two o'clock and one line, and on weekends you can relax.

But Bing Shijue can't.

Unless he wants to watch his parents die in a few years.

As he walked forward, Bing Shijue noticed that there were people similar to him beside him, with some heavy steps, heading towards the black tower. For the average person, the Black Tower symbolizes safety, but going to the Black Tower means entering a dangerous area.

Therefore, Bing Shijue's gaze fell on a man with easy steps not far away. He was about thirty years old, with a cigarette in his mouth, his gaze slid over the women on the side of the road, and finally, this somewhat obscene gaze rested on Bing Shijue.

"Yo, let's go to the picnic area." The familiar man walked towards Bing Shijue, and after seeing Bing Shijue's posture of taking a few steps back, he laughed out loud.

"Yes." Bing Shijue nodded, looked the person in front of him up and down, and observed it closely, but there was a hint of caution in the banter that he couldn't understand.

It's like, the feeling of worrying that something is going to happen all of a sudden.

"For the first time?" The man took a puff of the cigarette and strangled it to death before throwing it into the trash, "If you don't have money, I can recommend some channels." ”

"Nope." Bing Shijue shook his head and stared at the man in front of him with a hint of confusion, unable to guess what the motive behind his actions was.

"My motives?" The man smiled, as if reading Bing Shijue's inner thoughts, "The picnic area is dangerous, I see that you have sound hands and feet, and you are young, so there is no need to risk going to the picnic area." ”

"Is that what you say when you see young people who want to go out?" Bing Shijue asked.

"That's right, it's not recommended if you just want to make a little money." The man's voice was not loud, but it stopped everyone who was walking with him. At this time, Bing Shijue realized that they had unknowingly come to the bottom of the black tower. There are hardly many people around, except for some industrial maintenance vehicles and fire extinguishing facilities.

This deserted atmosphere is completely different from the residential area that was originally full of fireworks.

"I have a real need." Bing Shijue said simply, nodded slightly, and walked towards the black tower. The young people around them thought for a moment, and then a few turned and left.

"Hmm......" The man looked at Bing Shijue's back, pondered for a moment, took out a cigarette from his pocket again, lit it and took a deep breath, "It seems that another determined ...... But also very hesitant ordinary people. ”

"I don't want to do that, let's enjoy it first." The man let out a long white stream of air from his mouth, "Once you're in the picnic area, you won't have this opportunity." ”