At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Chen Alun rode a small tractor out of the factory gate.

This gate is also the only door of this factory.

"Driving a tractor, I feel refreshing and comfortable...... "Alan Chen hummed a little song, and his mood was particularly cheerful.

The tractor was the last inheritance left by his father, Chen Tianqiao, to Chen Aaron, and was used by debt collectors as a means of transportation to empty the factory. When the large and small pieces were shipped away, they saw that Chen Aaron was pitiful and drove the tractor back to him.

The structure of the tractor is very simple, with only a pair of small front wheels and a pair of large rear wheels, equipped with a diesel engine, and the driver's seat is a frame made of four bare metal rods put together, which does not block the wind or rain, and looks like it will fall apart at any time.

Since it is in the suburbs, there are not many people nearby, and no one will complain about a tractor driving "soaring" on the main road.

"It's still cold."

Alan Chen shrunk in the driver's seat, the temperature difference between day and night on the Taklama star is very large, even 3 hours before the sun rises, there is a low temperature of nearly -39 °C.

He was so poor that he had only a thin coat left, and he shivered in the cold wind.

At half past six in the morning, Alan Chen came to the waste recycling station in the eastern suburbs of the city.

It was a very rudimentary recycling station, unattended, without a gate, and in a specific area fenced off by iron sheds on three sides.

Alan Chan parked on the side of the road and went into the recycling bin.

He first smelled a pungent smell, the inside of his nasal cavity was hot, and he quickly covered his nose and walked a few steps inside.

In front of you, there are mountains of garbage, piles after piles, all kinds of waste products are stacked together in an irregular manner, and you will feel at a loss when you see this scene for the first time.

Fortunately, it is not the first time that Alan Chen has come, and the table and bed in his room are all picked up from here.

Even though it's not yet dawn, there are already a lot of scavengers busy on the garbage mountain.

They dragged snakeskin bags and buried their heads in the garbage, occasionally rummaging through something that looked good, looking at it carefully and then shaking their heads and throwing it away.

"Let's do it!"

Alan Chan picked a smaller mountain of garbage, mostly household items, and he searched for either discarded plastic boxes or empty drink bottles.

Garbage picking is more about luck, there are not many useful things in the scrap yard, and the probability of finding them is even smaller.

There are many people who think that garbage treasure hunting is an easy job, but when you actually do it, you will know that this is clearly a dirty, tiring and hard work with lower pay than moving bricks.

"I've been rummaging for a long time, and I haven't found anything useful? Skill gone wrong? Alan Chen turned on the handheld and carefully looked through the skill description.

"That's right?" Alan Chen scratched his head, and suddenly found that the camera in the upper right corner of the handheld was highlighted.

He clicked on the camera, and the lens was aimed at the small garbage mountain in front of him, Chen Alan hesitated for a moment, and clicked the photo button.

The screen flashed, and the photo was not saved, but several rows of scan lines swept across the frame, and a small area was lit up.

"I see!"

Chen Aaron finally figured out the use of the skill, he climbed the garbage mountain according to the highlighted part of the picture, and took out something from it.

It's an old music box, the dancing villain inside is gone, and the seal at the bottom can't be closed.

Alan Chan tried to twist the clockwork, making a dry click.

"The gears are loose, and the music box is completely useless."

Alan Chen put the music box in front of the camera, and a line of small words immediately popped up on the handheld:

"The music box, which can no longer be used, contains copper shells, iron plates, clockwork, and gears that can be recycled separately, and is estimated to be worth 59 Na dollars."

"Worth the money!"

Chen became excited and threw the musical instrument into his snakeskin bag.

Now he came to his senses, swept away the difficulty of getting up early, and threw himself into the garbage heap.

He found out half of the aluminum dinner plate again, and the handheld quickly gave the answer:

"Plates with irreparable scratches on the surface have an alumina content of 88%, a recyclability rate of 92%, and an estimated value of 154 dollars."

If Alan Chen gets a treasure, you must know that he used to earn 200 yuan by moving bricks a day, but he didn't expect that two pieces of garbage were comparable to moving bricks in one day.

This rate of return is frighteningly high!

Of course, this is still thanks to the special skill of [Item Identification], otherwise he would not have had this kind of harvest even if he turned over the garbage for a day.

"Can you find food in the garbage? I'm a little hungry. Alan Chan turned on the camera and began to take screenshots one by one, selecting the target object in the lens.

"Oh! There's a sand date! ”

Alan Chen picked up a half-bitten sand date, the flesh inside was a little yellowish, and it looked okay in general.

Alan Chen was not at ease, so he used the handheld to identify it.

"Half a sand date, the maturity period is not more than 15 days, the pollution rate is less than 40%, and it can be eaten."

Alan Chen ate it contentedly, and then took out another bag of bread.

"Whole wheat bread, sealed packaging, 10% contamination rate, edible."

The scavengers on the other side finally noticed this strange scene, only to see Alan Chen facing a pile of household garbage hungry and thirsty, and kept taking out his handheld to take pictures of the garbage pile, and from time to time took out food from it and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Is this coming to the recycling bin for a buffet? Take a photo and send it to Moments?

Everyone was stunned, only to feel that a neurotic had mixed in, and they all deliberately avoided their eyes and did not look at him.

Chen Aaron didn't notice the strange eyes of others at all, he turned out another bottle of milk, and there was a lot left in it, showing a faint white.

Chen Aaron was about to take a sip, when a shout sounded in his ears: "Poisonous!" ”

Alan Chen was stunned for a moment, and understood that it was [Danger Warning] reminding him.

He put down the milk in confusion and swept it with the handheld machine, which suddenly made his hair explode!

"Semi-synthetic cutting fluids for cooling and lubrication of lathe machining, containing antimicrobial agents, surfactants, heavy metal chips. It is not recyclable and can cause digestive infections, heavy metal poisoning and other symptoms when taken. ”

Alan Chen snorted and threw the milk bottle far away.

"Who is so lacking in virtue! The milk bottle of cutting fluid is thrown into the garbage! Nearly killed me! Alan Chen scolded.

The household garbage is almost turned over, and Chen Aaron has set his sights on the larger agricultural waste heap.

Now that the sun is climbing directly above the sky, many scavengers have retreated to rest, eat something to rest, and replenish their strength.

And Chen Aaron had just eaten enough in the garbage heap, and with some strength, he threw himself into the agricultural garbage heap non-stop.

In fact, the Dongjiao Waste Recycling Station is just a false name of "recycling station", more like a garbage storage station.

There are fewer houses in the eastern suburbs, more factories and farmland, so there is not much domestic waste, and more waste from factories and agriculture.

These garbage are highly polluting and have low recycling value, so they are discarded in the eastern suburbs recycling station without a special treatment channel.

Since there is no one to take care of it, there is no one here to sort and recycle, which makes it easier for some waste pickers to find food here.

However, the scavengers have limited digestion capacity, and they only take away useful things, and a large amount of waste is piled up more and more, and it is impossible to rely on natural degradation, and sooner or later the place will be filled with garbage.

At that time, the government's response will be at best to expand the recycling station, or open a branch station and continue to let it go.

Chen spent an afternoon digging through agricultural waste, but he didn't find much useful anything.

Despite this, the snakeskin pocket behind him was also full.

Industrial waste occupies the largest area, and it is also the highest content of garbage in the recycling station in the eastern suburbs, but he doesn't want to touch it for the time being.

Not to mention that the smell is too strong, if you don't wear gloves, it is easy to be scratched by some heavy metal products or rusty iron sheets, causing wound infection.

He couldn't pick up garbage and was injured, and he didn't make enough money to see a doctor.

It's not too late to wait for the guidance task to be completed and get the gloves to turn over the industrial waste.

Until the sun went down, Alan Chan reluctantly said goodbye to the recycling bin and threw the heavy snakeskin bag on the back seat of the tractor.

The scavengers passing by were full of envy, and all their harvests were not as good as one-tenth of Alan Chen's, and the snakeskin bag in his hand looked particularly shriveled.

A few veteran waste pickers glanced at the inside of Alan Chen's bag unconvinced, and soon found that what Alan Chen collected was indeed valuable goods, not a bag of garbage that the hairy boy had brought back without a brain.

The old scavenger was in awe.

At this time, a man with an inch head and a scar on the right side of his face swayed slowly with his hands in his pockets.

When the scavengers saw him coming, they avoided him like a mouse seeing a cat, and went about their work.

Cuntou glanced at Chen Aaron's snakeskin bag, and then glanced at Chen Aaron himself: "Brother, these things are yours?" ”

Alan Chen replied very naturally: "Yes, I picked it up myself." ”

Cuntou asked again: "You can pick up the things here casually?" ”

His tone was accentuated by the word "casual", more like a rhetorical question.

Alan Chen didn't notice anything unusual, and still said frankly: "No one cares about this recycling bin, so naturally whoever finds the treasure belongs to whom." ”

Cuntou sneered, muttered a few words in a low voice, and shouted to Chen Aaron: "No one cares, right?" Okay, let's go! ”

After listening to Cuntou's inexplicable words, Chen Aaron was confused, but since the other party didn't have any excessive actions, he didn't bother to care, just tied up the snakeskin bag and stuffed it at his feet, and then started the tractor.

"It's worth about 1,700 coins here, what a bumper harvest!" Thinking of having money in the account, Aaron Chen was extremely excited.

Before he could drive far, he turned around and found a person sitting in the corner of the recycling bin.

The man sat on the south-facing steps of the recycling station, his body draped in a thick military coat, his head covered by a tattered felt hat, and only a few gray sideburns poked out from under the brim, unyieldingly cocked.

"Look at this old man, it's a poor person, right?" Chen Aaron felt pity, took out an apple from his pocket and wiped it on his clothes.

"Old man, this is for you, eat something."

Chen Aaron handed the apple forward, the old man slowly raised his head, and at that moment, Chen Aaron felt as if he had been pricked by a needle, and there was a sharp stinging sensation.

"It's dangerous, back off!" [Hazard Warning] issued an alarm at the first time.

After a few seconds of delay, Chen Aaron realized that the illusion of being stabbed came from the old man's eyes.

It was by no means the eyes of a drooping old man, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, and only those who had really killed people and were good at killing had such an effect.

Chen Aaron froze, but the old man did not go further, but took the apple from Chen Aaron's hand.

"Thank you." With two simple words, the old man buried his head again and stopped talking.

If Chen Aaron was released, he quickly turned around and jumped on the tractor, and when he drove ten meters away, he did not forget to confirm whether the old man had followed.

Alan Chen took a large bag of garbage into the city and went to several recycling points one after another before selling all the garbage.

Almost every station owner had to haggle and only received 1,420 Na in the end.

"It's so dark!"

Alan Chen stuffed the money from the sale of garbage into the inner lining of his coat and placed it close to his chest, then wrapped his coat tightly and went into the alley to take a shortcut to the location of the tractor.

"Fortunately, I have earned enough 1,000 Na Coins, and I can go to the task."

Alan Chen turned on the handheld: "Congratulations on completing the [Item Identification (Low-level)] guidance task, and getting a reward for a pair of high-density Kevlar gloves!" ”

The garbage can on the side of the alley suddenly began to glow, as if someone had turned on a bright flashlight in it, or someone had thrown a glowing jellyfish away as garbage.

Alan Chen lifted the lid of the trash can in confusion, the light suddenly disappeared, and a pair of white Kevlar gloves were placed on top of the garbage.

If it weren't for the fact that he looked brand new and felt strong and elastic, he would have thought it was a second-hand industrial glove that a worker had thrown away.

"What kind of reward is this? Do you have to go to the garbage heap every time you send something? Chen Aaron was dumbfounded.

[High-density Kevlar fiber gloves]: super-polymeric gloves with tightly arranged molecules, which cannot be cut by knives, irrigated with water, burned by fire, and cannot be moved by thunder. In some cases, it can be bulletproof, but the strong kinetic energy after being shot should be defused by itself.

Looking at the introduction of the gloves, Chen Aaron's right eyelid twitched unconsciously.

"Here!"

There was a shout at the mouth of the alley, followed by dense footsteps, as if a tide was rolling towards the alley.

The faint setting sun is weakly shining on this desert city, and the shadows that have been lurking for a long time are eating away at every corner little by little.