Pasha seemed a little silent when she went back.
When she arrived at the camp, she turned to look at Su Ziyu and said, "I'll get some bullets for you tomorrow."
"correct."
"Don't move around at night these days."
This was the second time Pasha warned Su Ziyu not to run around, but she didn't tell her why.
"Thank you." Su Ziyu smiled.
A group of scavengers had just returned outside the gate. Their expressions looked a little sad and numb. Many of them had blood on their bodies. There were five or six wounded people lying on the car and being helped out. A boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old had lost his arm, half of his body was covered in blood, and his consciousness was a little blurry at this moment.
Pasha stood there and watched for a while, then suddenly sighed, shook her head and pulled Su Ziyu away.
"If there were enough medicines, they wouldn't have to face these dangers." Pasha's voice was a little low, as if she was suppressing something, and she said slowly: "The income from ordinary people's labor is simply not enough to buy those expensive anti-radiation drugs. Potions. They have to take risks to make enough money.”
"Either you work day and night in a factory, or you become a scavenger and go out to fight for your life."
"We have no more options."
The materials recovered by the scavengers will be recycled by the major chaebol forces. If you are lucky, you may make a fortune, but if you are not lucky, it will be like these people in front of you.
Radiation has completely changed the world.
This is an unsolvable problem. Everyone is in urgent need of drugs, but the power of the chaebols who inherited the legacy of the old world is too huge. There is no organization that can confront them head-on. In this wasteland era, pharmaceutical resources are almost entirely in their hands, and they decide how much medicine can be released every year.
Su Ziyu remained silent.
On the one hand, he sympathized with the people of this era, but on the other hand, he knew that none of this had anything to do with him.
He is just a passerby in this world.
The Hourglass of Time selected him and took him through the worlds. It must have some kind of special mission, but the information was missing. He himself was now just an ordinary person struggling to survive and want to go home. In fact, his life was more dangerous than these people, because the woman from Atlantis told him that the hourglass of time would take him to find those 'unspeakable horrors' whether he wanted it or not.
Su Ziyu was not sure whether he would be able to survive the next time he encountered those horrors.
Others looked at these suffering scavengers with completely numb expressions. Perhaps they had long been accustomed to all this. A middle-aged man who looked like the team leader was pleading for something to the fat man he had seen yesterday, but the fat man's expressionless face looked completely different from when he faced Old Bill yesterday. Same as people.
The middle-aged man who led the team was hoarse and had veins on his forehead. His pupils were all bloodshot, as if he was suppressing some emotion and trying his best to restrain something. He was begging, begging, begging, but in the end the fat man just said expressionlessly. Smoking a cigar, then turned around and left with a cold face.
"FUCK!"
The leading middle-aged man even put his hands on his waist, but in the end he seemed to have lost all his strength and helplessly lowered his palms. He raised his hands to wipe his eyes, and then turned around. What he said to other people seemed to be asking them to spend some money to treat the injured.
Some people left.
Those who were not injured, and some of them looked embarrassed, and took out some things with some difficulty. They only had a small amount of money, most of which were old world luxuries, such as watches, rings, necklaces, etc. The leader, Zhong The young man tugged at his hair irritably, and Su Ziyu even saw him pull off a bloody scalp.
"Let's go." Pasha said in a somewhat erratic voice.
Su Ziyu followed silently.
Night soon fell on the camp, and everything outside became noisy again.
Some black people came out of nowhere. They wandered the streets in the dark, looking at other people with unfriendly eyes.
Pasha has gone back.
Back behind that wall.
Su Ziyu didn't really want to go back to the hotel now, and he didn't know what he should do, but he really didn't feel sleepy now. About half an hour later, while silently observing everything, he heard a sound. It was a few black people talking in low voices. They stood at the edge of the alley, and then entered a dark alley.
"Another one. Transport it away." The black man who spoke seemed to be quite old, and his voice was a little hoarse.
They moved a person out of the alley, and then carried him all the way to the large garbage pile in the camp, turning left and right. Su Ziyu didn't know what they were going to do, but the curiosity in his heart made him follow them. The black men entered the vicinity of the garbage dump and left.
The man was lying motionless in the garbage, and he didn't know if he was dead.
Su Ziyu suddenly thought of a term "scavenger" he heard near the hotel during the day, and his intuition told him that maybe these black people were the scavengers that those people called them.
He saw some people coming out from behind the huge pile of garbage.
Then in the faint light, Su Ziyu saw their appearance clearly, and then his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Those must be humans, right
Their faces are extremely ugly, there are many abscess scars on the surface of the body, the body has obvious deformities, the skin looks extremely ugly, with scars like burns, some people even have sarcomas covering the cuticle, they look like There are humanoid monsters one by one, but they are obviously still humans because they are talking in human language.
"Is there any hope for this?" A rough and hoarse voice sounded.
"It's hopeless. Get rid of it." Another voice sounded, which seemed to be a woman.
Then these people with obvious physical deformities dragged the man on the ground away. They didn't seem to communicate much, and just walked into the huge mountain of garbage in silence.
There are actually people living there!
Su Ziyu never asked Pasha a question, that is, where did those people who were born with severe deformities due to radiation pollution go? Where are the people who were exposed to radiation contamination and developed pathological changes
He couldn't ask this question.
But it seems he found the answer.
The wind at night is a bit cold.
Su Ziyu silently took out a pack of cigarettes, which Pasha had given him during the day. He had never opened them. Su Ziyu opened it and took out a cigarette with slightly trembling fingers. He lit a cigarette for himself in the dark, then took a deep breath. He then threw the cigarette on the ground and raised his feet. Step on it, turn around and leave.
Here is the North Star.
A stronghold led by those who are free, they try to break the plutocratic monopoly on medicines and rebuild a civilized society of freedom and equality.
But Su Ziyu did not see freedom and equality here, let alone a civilized society.
Not even a little bit.
He only saw darkness, deep darkness, darkness under the surface order. Maybe Pasha was right, this was a barbaric era.
Civilization is really gone.
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(End of chapter)