Coincidentally, while walking alone in this open street, he suddenly met another being covered in scars.
She had loose black hair that looked even darker than the cold winter night. She held a wooden sword in her hand and stared at him with bruises all over her body. The desolate street scene unfolded before their eyes.
She stared at him blankly, their experiences were so similar.
“You escaped, too,” she said.
"Just 'growing up' has become hard for us," she said. "But I can't blame them... they are family, only family... we can't blame them."
[If I could grow up.] She said: […I don’t want to blame anyone, I want to leave that place, forever and ever, completely.]
He wanted to speak.
He wanted to say that there would be a day when your future self would be completely away from the gloomy past, you would go to many worlds, and you would become a good person.
However, he didn't have time to say this.
The dream is over.
The open streets in his dream gradually became blurred, distorted, and moved away from him.
The snow falling in winter turns into a vague white color and fades away without a trace.
…
Su Mingan opened his eyes and rubbed his temples.
He glanced at the system time and saw that it was still a while before dawn.
[Good morning, An-chan! It is now 4:32 in the morning! It is recommended that you continue to get enough sleep and sleep for eight hours to prevent symptoms such as memory fuzziness, intellectual decline, and sudden death! ]
Good morning, Doctor.
Two voices, one after the other, came from his left and right hands respectively.
Ah Du on the left hand still looks like a faceless man with no set appearance, while Xi Ke on the right hand has blonde hair and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.
In terms of appearance, Adu failed miserably.
Coupled with Xike's pleasant female voice, Ah Du, who sang mechanically, was defeated again.
[An-chan! This Xike AI is so annoying! Kill it, kill it!!!] Ah Du was furious: [I will never allow anyone to take my place!]
Su Mingan made a "click" sound, and the noisy A-Du went into hibernation.
He maneuvered his wheelchair out. The wind blowing in his face was cool and smelled of rusty metal. He looked up and saw airships passing slowly under the tall gray-blue dome, like dark clouds covering the sky.
"Gurgle...gulp..." The sound of wheels crushing metal fragments was heard as Su Ming'an drove forward. The sound awakened some alert people. They leaned against the earth wall, their dirty faces full of vigilance, like rats living in a sewer.
This place is like a dead black and white painting, with only dull black, gray and white left. Even if you just walk through it, you can feel a deep depression from the level of survival and humanity.
Su Mingan suddenly saw a staggering figure walking from the other side of the open street.
She had a head of black hair that was messy and looked like it had been torn apart by someone. She had a thin red cape draped over her shoulders. Her reed-like legs were exposed, revealing bruises and purple pinch marks. As she walked, her whole body was trembling slightly, as if she was sick or cold.
As he got closer, Su Mingan saw her face clearly - it was a pale face covered with white fluff, as white as frost and snow.
Her eyes were long and narrow, her pupils were dull in color, and her lips were exceptionally bright red, as if they were smeared with a layer of bright red blood. The low-quality powder on her face fluttered in the cold wind, washing her delicate face as white as a new wall.
She suddenly raised her eyes and met Su Mingan's gaze.
After a moment, she turned her face away slightly, not wanting to look him in the eye.
She was a very pretty girl, looking no older than sixteen. If she were on Zhai Xing, she would be just entering high school and able to sit in a warm classroom and attend classes.
"Crack, crack" the metal pieces were crushed by her sharp high heels. She coughed and shivered in the cold wind.
As they passed by her, Su Mingan noticed the direction she was heading, which was Dong Anan's home.
She might be Dong Anan’s sister Xiaomei who went out to work that night. I don’t know what her job is.
He continued to drive forward. A gust of night wind blew by, and he suddenly smelled the scent of powder.
He raised his eyes and saw two women smoking cigarettes standing against the wall under the mechanical lights in the distance.
They held each other's fire, laughed in low voices, and talked about some vulgar topics in dialect. A thin cloak was draped over them, wrapping their slender and fragile bodies in a charming way.
When they saw Su Mingan in the wheelchair, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes. One of the slightly slender women hesitated for a moment and approached him.
Su Mingan has already figured out what their professions are.
"...Mr. in the mask, it's a cold winter night. Do you need someone to accompany you?"
When the woman spoke, the voice translated by the system had a strange tone.
Su Mingan already understood their "job". This kind of "job" exists in any world.
He looked out along the wide street and could vaguely see slender figures walking in twos and threes under the dim streetlights, or some tall or thin drunken figures. Women with heavy makeup walked by with the men around them, and the lights in the houses on both sides dimmed.
Among them were many women who were not very old, some not exceeding sixteen or seventeen years old. Their slender wrists and ankles were exposed, and their bodies were shivering under the thin cloaks.
The girl in the red cloak just now should be one of them.
"...I don't need it." Su Ming'an's voice was so low that even he was a little surprised.
He had never seen such an intuitive world.
Or maybe he was too young and he had never seen such a [real] world.
The woman laughed and slowly stepped back.
As a person of inferior personality, she has hands and feet, but cannot find a job. Once she enters the city, she is easily arrested due to emotional overload. She can only do this kind of work that can earn money at night, otherwise she will starve to death.
"Then please do as you please. It's best not to hang out at night. People like us may misunderstand you." The woman said. She took another puff of cigarette, her expression becoming a little impatient.
Su Mingan turned his wheelchair and went back from the small path. The air pressure on this street was too low and the wind was too cold.
The faint sound of women's teasing could be heard from the back. They seemed to be talking about how a person in a wheelchair wanted to come and have fun, or perhaps they were talking about where to get breakfast for tomorrow.
The strong smell of engine oil, the smell of mechanical rust, and the smell of powder and cigarettes in the air blend together.
After returning to the room, he bent down and picked up the dagger that "Dong Anan" had used to assassinate him.
He stared at the reflective side of the dagger, looking into his own clear, pure gray human eyes without any mechanical texture, and muttered to himself.
…
"Asa Akto..."
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