The room was a bit dirty.
Everything here looks like it's second-hand, and some of the things look more like they were scavenged from the trash and cleaned and placed here. There was some cheap wine placed on the table next to the wall, and the price was marked on a card. There was no shortage of food in this era, but the food grown in the ground was still contaminated by radiation.
There is a label on the bottle, which is handwritten "whiskey". Looking at it makes people want to laugh inexplicably.
"Man. If you want to have some fun at night, there are safety measures here." The waiter smiled a little obscenely, opened the drawer to reveal a row of inferior condoms, patted Su Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "Safety First."
There were footsteps from the other side of the corridor.
The waiter winked at Su Ziyu a little obscenely and turned around and went out.
"Is this okay?" Pasha leaned against the door and raised her hand to lift her long hair, staring at Su Ziyu and asked.
"It's okay." Su Ziyu nodded and put the backpack on the bed.
Pasha looked away for a moment, then continued: "Then I'll go back first. We've suffered a lot this time, and we'll probably be busy for a while. I'll come back to you tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay." Su Ziyu nodded.
Pasha turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped and whispered: "Don't run around if you have nothing to do. Don't accept their cigarettes, and don't buy cigarettes from the store."
"If you want to smoke, I'll bring you some clean ones tomorrow."
"Okay." Su Ziyu smiled and nodded.
He basically doesn't smoke except for socializing, and he has no craving for cigarettes. He smokes at most two cigarettes when he is stressed. However, people in this era are very addicted to cigarettes. At least half of the people he meets, both men and women, smoke, and they seem to smoke. It's something with added ingredients. Su Ziyu doesn't know how it is in other places, but Western countries are indeed more serious in this regard.
Pasha smiled and left.
Su Ziyu stood by the bed and looked at everything that was so strange in front of him. Civilization had really gone far away from this era. In his eyes, every pedestrian on the street seemed like a numb walking zombie. There were two people not far away. Drunk people were fighting, and the man who was knocked down was dragged into the alley by several people, and then they came out smiling with something in their hands. Although Pasha said that free people are rebels who want to rebuild a civilized society, Su Ziyu did not see many traces of civilization here. The security here is not good, except for the gates guarded by armed guards.
The inside should be the base camp of the free people. The people outside are probably just scavengers dependent on their existence.
The best food provided by the hotel was beef stew with potatoes. Before Pasha left, she didn't know why she left her mechanical watch behind. After eating, Su Ziyu glanced at it and found that the radiation pollution index had increased by about 0.02%. If you eat relatively clean food, the need for anti-radiation drugs will be greatly reduced. There are some products on the counter, mainly tobacco and alcoholic consumer goods, the most expensive of which is purified water. They are packed in relatively exquisite bottles, and the price is thirty times that of the same volume of alcohol, and there are no bells and whistles on them. The cute advertisement is printed with a row of large characters - 'Pure water, multiple purifications, no radiation pollution'.
This is an extremely expensive luxury item in this day and age!
The clothes provided by the hotel looked a bit old, but they were quite clean. Su Ziyu changed herself into a set of ordinary long clothes and trousers, which were very cheap at only fifteen yuan. The money received from the plunderers was about five to six thousand yuan. In this era, the purchasing power should be pretty good. Su Ziyu put the gun in the bag under the bed and prepared to go out and take a look.
The sky gradually darkened.
There seemed to be more people outside, and I don't know where they came from. Three or five black people were standing on the street next to the hotel. When they saw Su Ziyu, they looked him up and down with unfriendly eyes.
"Get out!" A rough voice came from behind. The hotel owner held a modified rifle and yelled at the black people: "Get out of this street! This is my territory! You dirty, lazy and shameless people nigga!"
Hearing the innkeeper's angry scolding, the doors of nearby stores seemed to open, and some men with guns came out. They seemed to be mostly white men.
The black men put their hands on their waists and left with a somewhat hateful expression.
cough! Pooh! ! !
The hotel owner coughed, then spit loudly on the ground on the street. When he turned to face Su Ziyu, he had put on a smile and looked quite kind. : "It's okay. Just be careful about those niggas here. They are all a bunch of lazy and shameless robbers and thieves."
"If you have any questions, please contact me, old Bob!"
After saying that, he chuckled and said: "If you want to have fun with a girl, I will help you contact her. Don't touch those niggas, they are all sick."
He patted Su Ziyu on the shoulder, and when he turned around and walked towards the others, his eyes became a little serious. He lowered his voice and said to a white man: "Ask Jack and the others to come over to see me at night. Recently, more and more niggas have been taken in in the camp. "They dare to enter our territory, I always feel like something is going to happen."
at this time.
Only then did Su Ziyu realize that the street where Pasha took him seemed to be mostly white people. Whether it was Old Bob or the black men, they were different from the scavengers Su Ziyu encountered during the day. They looked like gang members.
He finally decided to go out and have a look.
Su Ziyu wants to see what the human world will look like after experiencing a doomsday catastrophe.
After walking out of Old Bob's street, everything around him became a bit chaotic and noisy. There were some large iron barrels beside the street. At first, he didn't know what they were for and thought they were trash cans. But at this time, there were many large iron barrels. Fires were lit inside the iron buckets, and there were several white or black figures standing next to them, warming themselves up, smoking and drinking. When they noticed him, they would cast turbid eyes over him, and from time to time, someone would join in and whisper a few words.
The Indians were still setting up a stall selling roasted rats, but they had been replaced by a few stronger-looking adult men. A middle-aged Indian man with a sizable physique was sitting next to him drinking. A metal gun butt was exposed under the chair. As if he noticed Su Ziyu's gaze, the middle-aged man smiled at him, pointed to the stall where roasted mice were, and then gave a thumbs up.
It probably means it’s delicious, right
Su Ziyu quickly looked away as if nothing had happened. The camp seemed to have a different appearance during the day and night, and the guards also returned behind the gate. Inside the iron wall outside, there is also a thick wall. You can't see the situation inside, but it is not as noisy as outside. It should be the base of the free people.
The guards at night were also changed.
Su Ziyu saw a man whose whole body was covered in metal. He stood on the sentry tower and stared at the others with cold eyes, not allowing anyone to come near.
This should be the exoskeleton armor Pasha mentioned, with a miniature nuclear battery on the back.
The nights here are noisy.
The dim lights could only illuminate the areas along the street, and the alleys were pitch black. Occasionally, people could faintly hear moans, not just from women, but also from men.
Su Ziyu suddenly frowned while walking.
The three black men in front walked out of the alley, glared at him unkindly, and then each smoked a cigarette and walked away. A man's painful moans came from the alley. Su Ziyu frowned and thought for a moment before cautiously walking in. He saw another black man whose hair was covered with blood. He looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, it was the black man who asked him if he wanted to smoke in the car during the day.
"Are you okay?" Su Ziyu walked over and helped him up.
"Thanks, buddy." The black man got up with some difficulty and cursed: "These damn niggas! Damn racists!..."
Talking and talking.
He suddenly reached out and groped around on his body, and then shiveringly took out a bloody cigarette. He lit it several times without lighting it. He looked a little anxious and irritable, kept cursing the black people, and finally lit it. Then he took a deep breath and then said with a slightly slurred speech and a relaxed expression: "Is it you?..."
He looked like one of the drug addicts Su Ziyu had seen before. Su Ziyu looked a little disgusted and quietly took a step back.
"Why did they beat you?" Su Ziyu asked.
The black man's smoking hand shook for a moment, then he showed a bitter smile, shook his head and said: "They think I am a traitor!..."
"Fuck you!"
"It's the end of the world!"
"Following them, I don't know when a black gun will hit me behind my back!... At least if I follow Old Bill, I don't have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back!... "
Old Bill should be a German man during the day. He seems to be very authoritative among the scavengers.
After the black man took a few puffs of cigarette, the pain on his face faded a lot. He wiped the blood from his face, patted Su Ziyu on the shoulder and said, "Thanks, buddy."
"Be careful of those niggas here."
"They even attacked their own people!"
Su Ziyu looked at the blood on his shoulder with some disgust. The other party was smoking cigarettes without paying attention. He held on to the wall and walked all the way outside, seemingly intending to go to the bar not far ahead.
"Want to go have a drink? I'll take it! Old Bill is there too!" The black man seemed to be in a trance. He turned his head and showed a bloody tooth. He put his hand into the pocket behind his butt and suddenly became violent and violent. Cursed: "Damn it! FUCK! These shameless robbers and thieves!... "
At this time, his expression was even more angry than when he was beaten at the beginning.
"I'll ask. I happen to have some problems too." Su Ziyu frowned and looked at the blood on his shoulder.
The two people walked out along the street.
At this moment, they heard a sound, like a whisper, very low, which sounded a bit creepy, but you could hear it clearly if you listened carefully. There seemed to be a dark figure deep in the alley. It looked like a person, crawling on the cold ground, motionless, but the sound came from far away.
He kept saying repeated words, his voice low and hoarse. Those words were:
"hungry!...meat!..."
"hungry!...meat!..."
"hungry!...meat!..."
Hungry…
Meat…
The black man next to Su Ziyu couldn't help but tremble, and pulled him away without saying anything. He didn't even know that the cigarette had fallen from his mouth.
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(End of chapter)