Prologue If Life Is Just Like First Meeting ()

war.

War destroyed an era, and war also created a new world.

I don’t know when the night is no longer completely dark.

Under the night sky, two deep spots, the dark red light illuminated, slowly drifting in the air.

The place where the faint light of the fire was shrouded in thick and dark green was flowing everywhere, and always emitting thick and rotten sewage. Even in the corners that were almost dull, the sewage would emit a dismal green glow, illuminating a small area around it. Compared with its unbearable dirtyness, lethal radiation was the most dangerous place for these almost ubiquitous sewage.

In the pool of wool waters accumulated by sewage, the original color of rags, rusty iron cans, and carrion corpses left by unknown animals, all kinds of dirt may float or sink. At any time, giant rats nearly one meter long emerge from nowhere, squeaking, rushing through the sewage, and disappearing into the darkness. The radiation that is enough to kill a young horse seems to have no effect on the giant rat, but occasionally a few pieces of meat will fall off the belt hair on the giant rat. If you look closely, you will find that the meat has rotted. From this point of view, it seems that the giant rats are not completely immune to radiation.

Hongying floated upward for several meters, staying at the top of an inclined steel beam, scanning the world under the dark night. The two points of Hongying reflected all the buildings with only frames, half of the collapsed walls and houses, and car wreckage scattered everywhere.

The world under the night is full of miserable green fluorescence.

Such a place was called ruins fifty years ago, but now it is called a city.

A dazzling fire suddenly lit up at the corner of the street not far away, and crazy and hysterical shouts intertwined, quickly pouring towards this side.

The red flash was frightened and quickly spread out four transparent wings, vibrating rapidly and flew towards the high place. A fire just shone over, and you could see a huge beetle more than one meter long flying away.

The man holding the torch was not interested in the beetle, but ran with all his might and roared like a beast from time to time.

The fire quickly faded away, and the giant beetle hid back into the darkness. However, a sudden gust of wind blew, and the giant beetle immediately let out a sharp cry like a needle. The sharp knives could not stand on the bricks and stones, sparks were drawn from the steel bars, and the four wings flapped desperately, but they were still slowly dragged into the deep darkness.

Then, corresponding to its screams, was the chewing sound of chewing.

In a dark alley, bursts of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, and a woman who seemed to be extremely panicked rushed in. As soon as she entered the alley, she suddenly noticed a figure sitting beside the wall.

The man was covered in a black blanket, with his head down, and he couldn't see his face clearly. Judging from his thin figure, he looked like an eight- or nine-year-old child.

The woman gritted her teeth and rushed over several big steps, stuffed the swaddle tightly in her arms into the man's arms, and said in a crying voice: "Please save her!"

The fluorescent light emitted by a pool of sewage under the wall illuminated the woman's face. Although the light shone brightly and dimly, it was still obvious that it was a very young and beautiful face, with only about twenty years on the outside, with the delicate white skin rare in this era, which was enough to make most women jealous and want to cut a few cuts on her face. Her neck was also slender and straight, and from the lower jaw, a straight curve drew a nearly perfect curve, extending downward, and then suddenly stood up on the white breasts, squeezing out a deep breast-groove. The woman was very thin, with only a few buttons on the front closure, revealing most of her plump breasts. Two attractive bulges could be seen on her shirt, and there were a small piece of water stain around her. She should have just fed the baby.

After only a second stay, the woman stood up suddenly and ran into the depths of the alley without waiting for the person to answer. After running for more than ten meters, she suddenly let out a scream that was almost piercing her eardrums. In the slightly noisy night, the screams spread from afar. The frenzied crowd not far away immediately burst out with a scream of indescribable excitement or joy. In less than a minute, the torches illuminated the alley. More than ten torches, more than ten mobs in torches, rushing into the alley with cruelty and excitement on their faces, pushing and chasing deep into the alley.

A guy who looked particularly thick waved the wooden stick with a few big iron nails on his hands, blocked his arms left and right and kept pushing the person in front of him away, chasing him and shouting: "I will catch that woman later, I will be the first to join her! Whoever dares to fight with me, I will smash his head!"

A thin middle-aged man behind him laughed with a loud laugh that was inconsistent with his body shape, and said mockingly: "Come on, black Duncan! That woman has slept with the devil. Who knows what she has on her body? Do you dare to stab her? Are you not afraid that you will rot in her halfway through her?"

Hei Duncan muttered, "That's hard to say, I'm better resistant to radiation than you." But his voice obviously began to hesitate.

After hesitation, several people immediately burst into laughter, "Black Duncan, you dare to even get a mutant sow, why are you afraid? Could it be that the guy is already rotten? But your guy is really disproportionate to your body!"

Hei Duncan roared a few times in anger and shouted, "I don't care! Whoever thinks you are older will get on, I'm not going to do it anyway!"

Suddenly someone screamed, "Don't just me! My guy is half rotten anyway. It's worth it to be able to make a thin-skinned woman!"

The one who shouted was a thin old man with a dirty cloth wrapped around his body, and he was almost shiny. His skinny body was covered with rotten sores, and his head was bare and had only a few pale and soft hairs. He ran all the way and panted, and his chest was snoring like a set of old bellows. He could barely follow the army, but the black guy under his waist was as hard as a short and thin iron rod, standing straight and suddenly on his belly.

The alley was not long, and more than a dozen thugs rushed out from the other end in a blink of an eye. After the swaying fire passed, darkness ruled here again. The whole body was filled with violence and erotic mob. The woman's white skin was shaking in her eyes, and she didn't notice that the shadow at the corner of the wall was a person. In fact, even if the thugs saw him, people were lying in the sewage filled with radiation waiting to die everywhere, and no one would care.

Not far from the alley, the mobs' screams suddenly became louder and louder, mixed with the screams of women that were as shrill as if they were human voices. Soon after, the woman's screams suddenly began to whimper, as if they were blocked by something. The mob's laughter and screams were louder than a moment, and finally completely drowned out the woman's voice.

In the black alley, the figure wrapped in a black felt blanket suddenly moved, and slowly raised his head with a lowered head, and took out a swaddle from under the blanket, with half of his palm exposed on the edge of the rag. The tender outline clearly belonged to the underage child, but his skin was icy and shiny, and it was a bit dazzling, out of place with the surroundings. A dark green light lit up in the drooping blanket, which was his eyes, silently staring at the baby in the swaddle.

The baby didn't cry or make a fuss, and his big blue eyes were looking back at the deep green light. This was a girl, with a straight and straight nose, and her skin was as crystal clear as the best cheese. She was completely different from the radiation-affected babies in this era, dyed with large black, blue, gray and green skin. The small lips also had rare cut-like lines. In short, she was so beautiful, especially for a baby who had not yet been weaned.

He blinked, and the green light shining on the baby girl's face flashed a few times. Finally, he stretched out his hand and opened the tightly wrapped swaddled clothes a little, so that the baby girl could also hear the sounds around him, hear the roars and gasps of the mob, and the occasional screams of the woman who burst out.

These hands were slender, white, and slender fingers seemed to be the dark night celestial. When they bloomed quietly, they were retracted into the blanket.

The baby girl's head tilted slightly, her ears trembled, and she pulled in all the sounds around her, listening very attentively. Only then did he realize that there were two tips on the upper end of her ear, half longer than ordinary human ears.

The feast of tyranny and lewdness in the distance did not last long. With a thunderous cry of disappointment, the mobs gradually became quiet. Then a fire rose into the sky, drifting with the rolling smoke, and there were still bursts of unpleasant burnt smell. The fire would occasionally rush into the air more than ten meters, and the fire could even disperse the darkness in the alley for a moment.

The sewage accumulated in the alley was empty, and the child who was always wrapped in a dark black blanket was nowhere to be found.

The sun rises as usual.

The blazing sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick gray clouds and fall on the black and yellow ground. Occasionally, strong wind blows a small piece of gray clouds, allowing the sun to pass down unhindered. All kinds of strange animals on the ground fleeing in search of shade, or simply hide in caves underground to avoid the strong sunlight that can kill. The only thing is not afraid of the sunlight, with half a meter-long spikes on its pale stems. Whenever the sunlight shines, it twists its branches and stems, receives the baptism of strong light as much as possible, and then grows wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Bang, bang! Noisy noise broke the tranquility of the morning. An old man in his fifties knocked on an empty iron pipe inserted on the ground and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You're working! Get up for me, bastards! Let the old man see that there are still a few lucky guys left today!"

More than a hundred people around immediately jumped up from the ground and ran towards this side, but five meters away from the old man, these people stopped automatically, as if there was an invisible border there, which prevented them from moving forward. Several people in the crowd were unknown and were still trying hard to push forward. Several strong men around immediately cursed: "The new guy is behind! What are you squeezing?" Before the people could react, they had already been punched hard on their faces and fell to the ground. The people around immediately fisted and kicked each other without any mercy. After a while, the strong men threw the new men out of the team and vomited a few thick phlegm.

Old Hans had long been used to seeing these atrocities, but shrugged indifferently. He wore a completely bleak leather jacket on his upper body, a thick cloth coat with dark red plaid inside, a pair of jeans with some engine oil on his lower body, and a pair of high-waisted military boots on his feet. Compared with the refugees around him who were dressed no differently from beggars, Old Hans was simply a king, and he was indeed as arrogant as a king. On his chest, there was a silver badge, with a city in the distance, and a rumbled tank in the center. Under the sunlight, the badge shone and was very eye-catching. Hundreds of eyes fell on the badge from time to time, with fear, envy, and more of the greed of the thin wolf seeing flesh.

Facing hundreds of wild wolves, the old man was not afraid at all. He stood behind a table made of corner iron, took out a few cans from the wooden box behind him that could not see the trademark, threw them on the table, and shouted: "Old rule! One hundred kilograms of ore are exchanged for five cents, the price of food is the same as yesterday, you bastards, and there are even a few cans today, it depends on who can take them away! Don't squeeze them, come one by one!"

These people had known the rules for a long time, lined up and walked to the iron table one by one. The old man looked like a butcher who picked animals. He glanced at their physique, skin and face, and casually ordered: "You can, go there to get something to work!" or "You can't!"

The refugees who received the permission immediately ran to the pile of tools next to them, picked up a pickaxe, picked up a basket and ran to the mine hundreds of meters away, fearing that if they were slower, they would be regarded as useless by the old Hans, and said the terrible "You can't do it." Those who had already experienced walked in a hurry, their expressions were naturally as familiar as if they were in their home yard. You must know that this job would take a whole day, and it was very unwise to waste their energy on the run.

"Why can't I do it!" A roar like a muffled thunder pulled everyone's eyes back. A strong black man who was about 1.9 meters tall and looked like a mountain bear beat the iron table hard and roared at the old man.

The old man took out a clean handkerchief, slowly wiped the saliva that sprayed on his face, pointed at a bowl-smashed ulcer on the black man's chest, and said slowly: "You are sick! If you go down the mine, you will infect all my strong mules. Who will work for me at that time?"

"I can work! I want to eat, I have three children to raise!" The black man didn't listen carefully to what the old Hans was saying, but just kept roaring, roaring the iron table.

The old man frowned and gestured behind him while tidying his thick beard. With a bang, the black man's scream suddenly stopped. He looked at the big hole suddenly in his chest, and his throat made a buzz, but he couldn't speak.

Behind the old Hans, a bald strong man pulled the trigger of the double-tube shotgun in his hand again. Another loud bang, hundreds of iron sand hit the black man's chest, doubled his wound, and completely penetrated his broad chest. The strong man was wearing a black suit that was wrinkled and several holes, obviously I don't know how many years ago it was an antique product. Behind the old Hans, there were three such strong men standing in total.

Old Hans wiped his face and said to the air in front of the iron table: "Also, nigger, your saliva is very smelly!" Seeing his tone of speaking, it was as if the black man was still standing at the table.

There were more than a hundred refugees who had not entered the mine. Their eyes were less greedy and more fear. Several people came over and dragged the black man's body away, and threw it a few hundred meters away. It didn't take long before the rotten wolf and vulture smelled the bloody smell would eat his body clean, and not even a bone would be left.

The team in front of the iron case was shortened rapidly. Before dawn, most refugees had already gone into the mine, and those who were not selected walked towards the town to see if they could go there to try their luck.

"There are more and more sick mules, and the share this month is a bit terrible..." Old Hans murmured, stood up, and stood up with a sore waist. He stretched his waist halfway through his waist. His movements suddenly stopped, and then he leaned forward with his hands on Tieken, looking at the child in front of him who was just one head taller than Tieken.

The child was wrapped in a blanket that was so dirty that he could not tell the original color. His face, hands, and any parts exposed were wrapped tightly with cloth strips, only one left eye was exposed, and he looked at Hans quietly. Seeing that he looked only eight to nine years old, he didn't know whether he was a man or a woman.

Originally, Old Hans would never waste any effort on such obviously unqualified refugees. He was not a charity organization. Perhaps he had just seen blood and made his heart a little soft, perhaps because he was worried about the lack of labor this month, or perhaps the child's eyes. No matter what, he hesitated for a moment and actually asked, "Do you want to work too?"

The child nodded.

"Okay! But tell me first whether it is a man or a woman?" said the old Hans.

"Male." The child finally spoke. Compared with the children of the same age, his voice was a little low, but it had an indescribable magnetic smell.

"Very good, boy, go there to get tools. Like everyone else, dig a hundred kilograms of ore and get five cents. This is the greatest preferential treatment for you. If you dress like this, you will not have any illness, right? Well, don't worry, at least you don't have a stinky smell, and the old man's nose is very good. Go to work, fill your stomach early and fill it up. When you can't do it, go find Pitt, the cripple, and he will tell you how much money you have earned and how much food you can exchange for."

In the old Hans' nagging, the boy carried an iron pickaxe that was almost taller than him, carrying a basket that was almost wiped to the ground, and slowly disappeared deep in the mine.

It was not until his figure disappeared that Old Hans shook his head. He suddenly turned his head and asked the strong man in black suit who was following closely behind, "Am I particularly long-winded today?"

In front of this somewhat nervous old man, the black suit as strong as a cow couldn't help but take a step back, quickly, shook his head firmly, and resolutely.

The old man laughed dryly and said, "You are very smart, so I made you the leader of the guard. But you must always remember that I am the only official agent of the company in this place. I can let you kill those wild dog-like refugees at will, and you can also become a dog tomorrow. Older people are always a bit weird. You just need to do your own job well, do you understand?"

"Get it, Mr. Hans."

"You should call me Lord Hans!"

"I understand, Lord Hans!"

Old Hans hummed a tune he learned from somewhere and walked into a shack made of iron. Even in the town a few kilometers away, this iron shack that was not very airy and leaky can be regarded as a luxury house.

Dusk soon came, and the rotten wolf who had been sleeping in hunger for a whole day sent out long howls and began to wander around like ghosts, looking for opportunities to fill their stomachs.

With a creaking sound, the old Hans pushed open the iron door of the shed and walked out, squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset that was about to sink. After a nap, he felt much better. The mine not far away was empty, and the people working had already come out, and they had already received their food and returned to their habitat. When the sun sets on the horizon, there were fierce gophers over one meter long in the complex tunnels. Their powerful upper and lower jaws and sharp and solid incisors could easily bite off two centimeters of iron bars. How solid rocks were not worth mentioning in front of them. Fortunately, only when the sun rose, the fierce gophers would drill into the depths of the ground and fall asleep. Therefore, the miners had at least half a day to dig ore.

Almost as the sun was completely sunk, a thin figure appeared at the entrance of the mine hole. The boy staggered out with a basket of ore almost as tall as himself.

Old Hans' eyelids hopped a few times. He remained silent and watched the thin child dragging the ore on the scales, then poured it on the pile of mines like a hill, and then walked slowly over with the foreman's note. The strips wrapped around the boy's body had been stained with large pieces of red yellow and miscellaneous blue by the ore powder.

Seeing the boy coming, the old Hans walked around the back of the house. There, a cripple Peter, who had half a leg, moved his body more than one hundred kilograms with difficulty, shouting: "Boy, come here!"

The boy walked to the shed and handed the note. The cripple Peter glanced at it and couldn't help but whistle, saying, "Boy is not bad! He does more than many adults. Come on, this is a list, see what you want to change. Do you know literacy? Oh, I know, it's amazing! I only recognize half of the words on this list. Hey, don't look over there, you can't afford to change the things on it now! Look at what goes down from here."

Peter stroked his thick fingers in the middle of the long list, and the boy looked up the list. His eyes remained in the "drinking water" column, and looked up all the way until his eyes were blocked by Peter's thick fingers.

"That's it." The boy pointed at the list with his fingers wrapped in cloth strips.

Peter immediately shouted: "Ahh! Level 3 drinking water! Boy, you must be a nobleman. I heard that the nobles are so tender that they can only drink pure water, but they are not radiated at all!"

"It's this." The boy pointed to the list, his voice so flat that it didn't fluctuate at all, making people wonder if this would be a synthetic sound.

Peter shrugged, and took out a can of drinks that were also invisible to see from the pile of wooden boxes behind him, and threw them to the boy. "Give it! Level 3 drinking water, a luxury boy."

The boy carefully put the drink can into the blanket and turned to leave. The cripple Peter scratched his head, took the moldy bread as big as a fist, and threw it to the boy: "Boy, mining is a job of hard work, and it's not okay to eat. Hold this, remember, you owe Lame Peter five cents and deduct it from your wages tomorrow!"

The boy took the bread, put it into the blanket with caution, and then bowed deeply to the cripple Peter before walking into the darkness.

In the wilderness shrouded in the dark, dozens of wolf-like eyes stared at the boy, and whispers came one after another.

"That kid seems to have done a lot today. Why don't we go over and see what he has changed? Maybe it's half a loaf of bread."

"I bet there must be a large piece of roasted rat meat in his arms!"

A lazy but cruel voice next to him took over the conversation: "Hi! A few new rookies over there, don't you know the rules of Old Hans? On his territory, no one can grab the things he has received."

The previous voice was obviously not convinced: "Old Hans? What can he care about? I can beat ten old men like this!"

The lazy man laughed and scolded: "It's up to you? I don't deserve to lick my ass for the old man!"

The person who was scolded as a rookie was not convinced and was about to argue, but who knew that the other party suddenly lost his patience and whistled, "Boys, chop this guy who wants to make trouble and feed the rotten wolf!"

More than ten black shadows rose up and surrounded them.
To be continued...