After a brief scream, the wilderness returned to tranquility. People should hurry up and rest so that they could carry an extra basket of ore tomorrow.

In the warehouse, the lame Peter could no longer see the boy. He grabbed the head with few hairs left and murmured: "Where is this kid going? If he was eaten by a rotten wolf, my five cents would be ruined. Hey, old Hans, you said my money would not be ruined, right?"

The old Hans, who had been leaning against the shed, spread his hands and said, "God knows."

The cripple Peter stood up with difficulty and began to pack up the food and record list on the operating table. His only remaining thighs were thick and powerful enough to support more than 100 kilograms of body and jump around in the warehouse without using crutches. He picked up the last note handed over by the boy and was about to throw it away when he suddenly remembered something, looked at it again, and said to himself: "Level 3 drinking water, I really don't know what he wants to do. The radiation in the mine is much stronger than the sewage outside the town. This is not something that can be solved by drinking some clean water."

The old Hans took the note from Peter's hand, glanced at the numbers on it, and then crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the fire pit outside the warehouse.

The old man coughed a few times, spitted thick phlegm, and said, "Peter, tell the mad dog Maid that from tomorrow, the child will be deducted less than ten kilograms per basket. If he can work here for a month, he will calculate the full amount."

Peter said: "It seems a bit unruly."

"He is raising children." Old Hans lit a cigarette with only half left, and his voice was a little dull.

Peter raised his head in surprise and said, "What? How old is he? How could he have to raise a child?"

The old man spit out a smoke ring and said, "If a child under three years old drinks water without radiation and eats clean things, yes, he will keep eating damn third-level water and food, then he will not mutate when he grows up."

Peter raised his eyebrows and said, "God! I thought everyone was going to mutate. But how do you know this?"

The old Hans said calmly: "Because I have raised children too."

Peter was surprised and said, "You have never mentioned this. How old is he? He should be twenty years old. God bless him, he must not be as ugly as you."

Old Hans smiled and said, "I was very poor at that time and couldn't find enough clean water and food. He mutated when he was five years old and didn't get through it."

Peter didn't know what to say for a moment, and was silent for a while before saying, "Old guy, sorry, I shouldn't say this. You know... Oh, I've never met a woman who can have a child in my life, so I don't have the chance to raise a child."

The old Hans took a deep breath of cigarettes, looked at the light green night sky outside the warehouse, and said, "My man, you never need to tell me this. If it weren't for you, I would have become a rotten wolf food, and it wouldn't be my turn to sit for the company's agent."

Peter picked up a supply incubator worth nearly fifty kilograms, supported himself with one leg, jumped up more than one meter high, gently placed the supply incubator on the highest shelf, scratched his head, and said, "I'm not intentionally saving you. You know that I'm a master in the fighting field, and at that time I had the ability to strengthen my defense was already at the second level. The wolf king wouldn't bite me to death no matter what. But you are different. Like you, a soft egg who plays in the magic domain, he can tear off half of your butt in one bite!"

Old Hans handed Peter the small half of the cigarette in his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "My man, go to bed early. It's so late, no woman will come here."

Peter took a deep breath of cigarettes and held them in his lungs until he couldn't help but vomited them out. Old Hans had already returned to the iron house, and only heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground meant that he had thrown himself on the bed. The cripple Peter dragged out a green painted iron box from under the operating table, and carefully took out the magazine that was so rotten that it could dissipate at any time. With the light of the bonfire, he flipped page by page, and his breath gradually became heavy.

The cover of the magazine suddenly fell off and fell to the ground. The charming woman with a hot figure on the cover has become a little blurred due to the age of time, but you can still see the eye-catching "playboy" on the cover. Under the cover, a line of small words indicate the publication date of the magazine: February 1982 issue.

No matter how many new refugees in the wilderness came, or no matter how many refugees disappeared inexplicably, the sun always rose as usual.

The boy was the same as yesterday. When people came down the mines, they came out at the moment when the sun was completely sunk. The mines were dug as much as yesterday, and the things they exchanged were the same. The only difference was that the money he owed the cripple Peter changed from five cents to ten.

A month later, perhaps because he had enough food to eat, or perhaps because the boy was very strong, and he earned more money every day than before, so the account he owed the cripple Peter decreased day by day.

Life in the wilderness is monotonous and repetitive, and a year has passed like this.

In this era, being able to live monotonically and repeatedly is already a rare happiness. If you don’t have to snatch food from rotten wolves and drink water with less radiation, what else can you expect? As for boredom, it is a too luxurious topic. Only lunatics will think about it occasionally.

At first, there were new rookies among the refugees who wanted to hit a boy, but the cloth strips he wrapped around his body scared them. There were at least dozens of diseases that could be strongly contagious and untreated in this era. These diseases all have one common characteristic, which is rot. Many people are secretly guessing what they have rotted under those cloth strips and betting how many days he can live. However, the deadline set by the boldest gambler has passed.

Later, four rookies who were brave enough and ignorant enough followed the boy in the dark night. Three people never appeared again, and the one who came back was the whereabouts of the boy. Early the next morning, the refugees found that the man was hung high on the wooden pole outside the old Hans' house. The bodyguard in a black suit shot ten shots at him with the double-shot shotgun, but he still did not die. In terms of how to torture people, the black suit was obviously quite talented.

From then on, the old birds among the refugees knew that they would never be able to make the boy's idea.

Three years have passed.

The boy dug out four times the ore as originally, but the food needed to be replaced has continued to increase, so he never saved up. The wrinkles on the old Hans's face became deeper, and the number of pages of the 1983 version of Playboy collected by the lame Peter also changed from fifteen to eleven.

In the fifth year, less ore can be dug out in the mines, and the simple happiness in the wilderness has come to an end.

One evening, when he received food and water from the cripple Peter again, Old Hans called him. The boy, the boy now, followed Old Hans into the iron house. The house was full of debris, but there was a bed, a real bed with bedding and pillows. Such a bed was enough to distinguish Old Hans from everyone. The boy did not look at the bed more, but kept looking at a hand-drawn map hanging on the wall. The map was very rough, with a large blank space on it, and some places were marked with eye-catching danger with red pens.

"We're here." Old Hans pointed to the map, then pointed his fingers all the way westward, pointing to the circle marked with the scarlet danger before stopping, and then said, "This place is the nest of fire-breathing ants. These guys over one meter long are very difficult to deal with. They won't really spit fire, but you should be extra careful that the acid they spray is worse than fire burning. The most annoying thing is that these guys always go out in groups. However, they also have good things on them. Their front paws are harder than steel, but the portion is half lighter, so they can be sold in many places, and the price is pretty good, because few people dare to hunt fire-breathing ants. There is a small piece of meat in the middle of their hind legs without radiation and no toxins, but the portion is too small."

The boy looked at the map quietly, as if he wanted to engrave every stroke on it in his heart. The only eye exposed outside looked dark green, and there were some gray patterns faintly around his pupils, crystal clear, like a piece of top-notch jade. Over the years, Old Hans found that this was the first time he could see the boy's eyes clearly.

The old Hans cleared his throat and pointed to the southern end of the fire-breathing ant nest. There was only a w there, and I don’t know what it means.

"There is a cave here, a sewage pool in the cave, and there are only mutated large leeches. If you feed it with your own blood, it will drain excess water from the body. This water contains only slight radiation, not much, barely enough to be enough for a five-year-old child."

"The fire-breathing ant's nest is about 100 kilometers away from here, and you may have to walk for a few days. The mine will be closed tomorrow, and you don't have to come here." Old Hans waved his hand, and the boy quietly left the iron house. Before leaving the door, the boy looked at Old Hans and said thank you softly.

The boy's voice was as soft as the wind, and it also had a mysterious magnetic nature. If it were in the previous era, it might have the potential to become a superstar.

The next morning, the sun shook the wandering rotten wolf back to the nest, but it also brought the whistling wind and fist-sized sand and gravel. From the mine west, there was an endless Gobi desert. The fiery red rocks were blown by wind sand into erected stone pillars with holes. Looking around, you can only see a few low plants, covered with sharp thorns, and the branches and leaves contain highly toxic sand scorpions. Rock scorpions and giant black-bellied bees are fatal threats, but the biggest danger is that there is no water, even the sewage filled with radiation.

When the rock scorpions were hiding in the cracks of the rocks to hide from the sun, the boy appeared on the edge of the Gobi Desert. He wrapped his whole body tightly with a black felt blanket, holding a small child in his bandaged hand, and the child was also covered with a black blanket.

In the eyes of the rock scorpion, two figures, one big and one small, held hands and walked slowly towards the depths of the Gobi Desert. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, lifting the blanket on the child's head, and a piece of long gray silk satin-like hair sprinkled out, and under the reflection of the sun, millions of dazzling brilliance were emitted.

The boy stopped, carefully put her long hair together, covered her with a blanket, and then took her hand and continued to walk deep into the Gobi Desert.

After walking like this for a whole week, they finally found the cave that Old Hans mentioned and also found the mutated leech. The boy placed the girl in the cave and walked alone to the fire-breathing ant nest under the night.

It was not until dusk on the third day that the boy struggled to come back. The little girl sat quietly at the entrance of the cave and waited for him to return, and I don’t know how long she sat.

That night, the little girl frowned and used her snow-white teeth to bite the blue-white fire-breathing ant meat that was tough and tough like a piece of rubber. The ant meat was tough and fishy, ​​but she tried hard to chew every piece of meat and swallow it, and even the juice stained on her fingers was licked cleanly.

Deep in the cave, the boy was hiding in the darkness, clearing his body crisscrossed with bones, and deep wounds.

The mutated leech that sucked blood lazily out of the porcelain bowl, slid silently into the sewage pool with sparkling green light, dived into the depths of the pool water, leaving half a bowl of clear water in the porcelain bowl.

It takes three days for a boy to go to the fire-breathing ant nest. So the life of a boy, a girl and a leech is repeated over and over again.

Three years later, the leech died.

No matter what changes, the sun will always rise.

The boy and the girl stood side by side at the entrance of the hole, and the strong wind blew the ragged blanket on their bodies, and from time to time, pulled off a piece of shredded floss from it.

"We have to go to the settlement." The boy's voice was always so gentle and calm, and the vague magnetic radiance was deeper and wider.

The girl has now grown to the teenager's chest. She leaned against the teenager, wrapped the blanket on her body, and said softly, "I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you." The boy's voice was firm, with unwavering determination, but only he himself would know how much confidence could be.

The boy brought four carefully selected fire-breathing ant forelimbs. Old Hans said that this thing should be sold at a good price in the settlement, and a good price means food and clean water. Experience in the mine told him that he should not bring too many things that can be sold at a good price, otherwise there will be trouble.

The boy walked in front, while the girl held the corner of his clothes, and the two walked together towards the desolate and desperate front.

Yorkston Town is a settlement that has only developed in the past decade. Five or six hundred people of all kinds have lived here for a long time. Bars, hotels, hotels, grocery shops and clinics have been opened one after another, and there is even a sheriff responsible for maintaining order. The sheriff's power comes from the Uz submachine gun that is always carried on his body. Compared with the common wine bottles, iron rods, machetes and even homemade gunpowder guns in the surrounding area, the sheriff's submachine gun is obviously more convincing. Therefore, Yorkston Town has basic order, at least it cannot be killed here at will. If you kill someone, there must be a legitimate reason.

The reason why the sheriff approves is a legitimate reason.

On this day, a real big man came to Yorkston town, and some people with status and status went outside the town to greet him. Those who were not qualified to go were talking excitedly about the big man, although they didn't even know whether the big man was a man or a woman. In this way, no one noticed the boys entering the town.

The butcher in the town runs the only hotel at the same time. After collecting a high-quality fire-breathing ant blade, he happily opened a room for the boy and the girl, and said that he could provide a free dinner. Of course, if you want a high-quality product with low radiation, a fire-breathing ant blade is not enough.

The boy asked the girl to rest in the room, so he brought the remaining fire-breathing ant blade out of the hotel. He heard that this thing could be sold at a better price in the grocery store. Before leaving, the boy carefully arranged an inconspicuous mechanism on the door.

From the butcher's unnatural smile, the boy had a premonition that there might be trouble, but he didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly. Just after passing an intersection, the boy was stopped by two people. From the square-headed wooden stick that was ready to move in his hands, he could tell that they had bad intentions.

"Hi, boy! I heard you have fire-breathing ants sold, our boss wants to talk to you!"

The boy hesitated for a moment, but followed the three people into a secluded alley and walked into a relatively complete big house. A big man sat carelessly in the middle of the house, looking like the leader, while the three people behind him blocked the door intentionally or unintentionally.

The head was obviously satisfied with the attitude of the boy who always lowered his head and lowered his head: "Boy! You can call me a viper. I heard that you have a fire-breathing ant blade, which is very good. No matter how many you have, I want it. This is the reward for you!"

The boy looked at the black bread that was as hard as a stone rolling to his feet, slowly bent down and picked it up, and at the same time placed the three fire-breathing ant blades on his back on the ground. Although this bread was hard enough, the radiation was not high. The girl had grown up and could withstand the radiation of this program.

When he stood up straight, he found that the three people behind him had no intention of leaving the door, and his hand holding the wooden stick was obviously exerting force.

Viper also stood up, pulled out a handmade single-tube gunpowder gun from his back, and said with a grin: "You are very skilled and conscious of the current situation. You should have made this deal. Unfortunately, the butcher reported that you also brought a thin-skinned girl, so there is nothing I can do. Actually, I am not the leader, but the dick, the boss is called Black Bear, and now I am probably lying on the girl and making fun of it! There is no way, the boss is about to catch up with the mutant, but he likes to make fun of children. Okay, kid, it's time to send you on the road! I hope that when I rushed over, the girl hasn't died yet!"

At this moment, the boy was hiding under the bandage and suddenly heard a faint sound. It was the sound of the metal piece he was wearing on the door being broken and rubbed. This sound wave of tens of thousands of frequencies was not something that ordinary people could hear.

He suddenly raised his head. Although his face was hidden deep in the shadow of the blanket, his only left eye lit up, like a ball of green flame!

"You..." The Viper screamed, and the scream stopped abruptly. Then a huge gunshot sounded from a gunpowder gun sounded in the room. The gunshot also shattered the only piece of intact glass, and then the air quickly filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder.

The boy wrapped in a black blanket tightly appeared at the door of the Butcher's Hotel like a ghost.

The door of the hotel, which was nailed randomly with wooden boards, was half open, and you could smell the strong bloody smell inside from a distance. There was an unusual silence in the hotel, and it seemed that a small voice was sobbing.

The boy stopped at the door before entering the hotel, leaving behind a series of blood behind him.

The butcher stayed at the door of the boy's room, his eyes glared to the limit, and extreme fear frozen on his face. All he had left was a head, and his body was gone.

The door of the room was covered with a faint veil, and blood kept gushing out from under the door like a spring, making people feel palpitations.

The boy stood in the blood, and the feeling on his skin told him that the blood was still very hot. He gently pushed open the door of the empty room and then was speechless.

The girl sat in the center of the room with her knees, her head hidden deep behind her knees, and was sobbing softly. The black blanket that was always wrapped around her body was thrown in the corner of the room, and the bed made of thick wood completely collapsed. The girl was wearing a rough but very clean skirt. The exposed skin, whether it was her arms or half of her calves, was so white and tender that it made people crazy. Although she was still young, even in the old days, it might turn men in the whole city into beasts.

The room has become hell.

There were people's flesh and limbs everywhere, and there was almost no place to settle down. Some living organs were even squirming, and the walls were completely dyed black and red by the splashed blood. The blood was still pouring out of the limb fragments, and it accumulated a few centimeters deep on the ground. I don't know if the butcher's body is here, nor which piece of meat belongs to the black bear, nor do I know whether it is three or four people lying here. Everything was chopped and then mixed together.

The girl sat like this, sitting in the middle of hell made of blood and flesh.

Her beautiful long gray hair hangs like a waterfall, like a piece of silk, with the ends of her hair immersed in blood. Next to the girl, a huge square-blade bone-cutting knife with a one-meter-long body was inserted into the ground, with gaps all over the blade, and many fine muscles hung on it. Only when dealing with the violent iron-armored bear whose bones are harder than rocks, will the butcher use this square-blade bone-cutting knife made of stainless steel.

Hearing the door ringing, the girl raised her head and saw the boy. She immediately showed a rainbow-like smile. Under the sunlight shining through the window, the tears still hung on the corners of her eyes shone crystal clear, like two dazzling diamonds.

The boy sighed, carefully found a place to settle in the limbs all over the ground, and walked towards the girl.

The girl didn't care about so much, and jumped up and threw herself into his arms. She kicked the meat all the way and the blood splattered everywhere. The young man gently stroked her long gray hair, and the hair was still soft and warm. Although it was soaked in the blood, no blood beads could stay on it for a moment.

"I'm afraid!" the girl said softly. Her little hand grabbed the bandage wrapped around the boy's body, and even pulled him into pain. The boy knew that she was really scared, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

Clusters always mean trouble, but in the wilderness, it is becoming increasingly difficult to find food. The most scarce is clean water. In this era, the first thing everyone faces every day is survival. In the face of survival, there is no tolerance or sharing. Anyone, in the eyes of others, may mean clean food and moisture.

A loud and noisy voice suddenly sounded outside the hotel, and someone shouted loudly: "The outsiders have killed people! The butcher is dead! I see them still inside!"
To be continued...