Pasha seemed a little silent on the way back.

When they arrived at the camp, she turned to look at Su Ziyu and said, "I'll get you some bullets tomorrow."

"That's right."

"Don't walk around at night these days."

This was the second time Pasha warned Suziyu not to run around, but she didn't tell him the reason.

"Thanks." Su Ziyu smiled.

Outside the gate, a group of scavengers had just returned. They looked sad and numb, many of them were covered in blood, and there were five or six wounded people lying on the car, being helped down. A boy who was about fifteen or sixteen years old had lost his arm, and half of his body was covered in blood. At this moment, his consciousness was a little blurred.

Pasha stood there and watched for a while, then suddenly sighed, shook her head, and walked away with Su Ziyu.

"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. She said slowly, "The income earned by ordinary people from their labor is simply not enough to buy those expensive anti-radiation drugs. They have to take risks. Only in this way can they earn enough money."

"You can either work day and night in a factory, or become a scavenger and risk your life."

“We don’t have any more options.”

The supplies found by the scavengers will be recycled by the major financial forces. If they are lucky, they may make a fortune from it. If they are unlucky, they will be like the people in front of them.

Fallout has completely changed the world.

This is an unsolvable problem. Everyone is in urgent need of medicine, but the tycoons who inherited the legacy of the old world are too powerful, and there is no organization that can confront them head-on. In this wasteland era, drug resources are almost entirely controlled by them, and how much medicine can flow out every year is entirely determined by them.

Su Ziyu remained silent.

On the one hand, he sympathized with the people of this era, but on the other hand, he knew that all this had nothing to do with him.

He is just a passer-by in this world.

The Hourglass of Time chose him and took him through the worlds. It must have some special mission, but the information was lost. He was just an ordinary person struggling to survive and go home. In fact, he lived in more danger than these people, because the woman from Atlantis told him that whether he was willing or not, the Hourglass of Time would take him to find those "unspeakable horrors".

Su Ziyu wasn't sure if he would be able to survive the next time he encountered those horrors.

The others looked completely numb when they saw these suffering scavengers. Perhaps they had already gotten used to it. A middle-aged man who looked like the leader was pleading with the fat man he had seen yesterday, but the fat man had a blank expression on his face. He was like a completely different person compared to when he faced Old Bill yesterday.

The middle-aged man who was leading the team shouted at the top of his lungs, veins on his forehead exposed, and his pupils were bloodshot, as if he was suppressing some emotion and trying his best to restrain something. He was begging, pleading, and begging, but in the end, the fat man just smoked his cigar expressionlessly, then turned and left with a cold face.

“FUCK!”

The middle-aged man in the lead even put his hands on his waist, but in the end he seemed to have lost all his strength, and dropped his hands helplessly. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, then turned around and said something to others, as if asking everyone to pay some money to treat the wounded.

Some people left.

Some of those who were not injured looked troubled and took out some things with great difficulty. They had very little money, but most of them were luxury items from the old world, such as watches, rings, necklaces, etc. The middle-aged man in the lead pulled his hair in annoyance, and Su Ziyu even saw him tear off a streak of bloody scalp.

"Let's go." Pasha's voice was a little vague.

Su Ziyu followed behind in silence.

Night soon fell on the camp, and everything outside became noisy again.

Some black people came out from nowhere and wandered around the streets in the dark, looking at others with unfriendly eyes. Pasha had already gone back.

Back behind the wall.

Su Ziyu didn't really want to go back to the hotel, and he didn't know what he should do, but he really didn't feel sleepy. About half an hour later, he heard a sound while silently observing everything. 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. Let's take it away." The black man who spoke looked quite old and his voice was a little hoarse.

They carried a man out of the alley, and then carried him all the way to the large garbage dump in the camp. Su Ziyu didn't know what they were going to do, but his curiosity made him follow them. The blacks threw the man into the garbage dump and left.

The man was lying in the garbage dump, motionless, and no one knew whether he was dead or not.

Su Ziyu suddenly thought of the term "scavenger" that he heard near the hotel during the day. His intuition told him that perhaps these black people were the scavengers that those people were talking about.

He saw some people coming out from behind the huge pile of garbage.

Then with the faint light, Su Ziyu saw their appearance clearly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Those should be humans, right?

Their faces were extremely ugly, with many abscesses and scars on their bodies. Their bodies were obviously deformed, their skin looked extremely ugly, with scars like burns, and some people even had tumors covering the stratum corneum. They looked like humanoid monsters, but they were obviously still human because they were talking in human language.

"Is there any hope for this?" a rough, hoarse voice sounded.

"It's hopeless. Get rid of it." Another voice sounded, and it seemed to be a woman's.

Then these people with obviously 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 still people living there!

Su Ziyu had never asked Pasha a question: where did those people who were born with severe deformities due to radiation pollution go? Where did those people who developed diseases due to radiation pollution go?

He couldn't ask the question.

But it seemed he had found the answer.

The wind is a bit cold at night.

Su Ziyu silently took out a pack of cigarettes, which Pasha had given him during the day, and he had never opened it. Su Ziyu opened it with a slightly trembling finger and took out a cigarette, lit a cigarette for himself in the dark, and took a deep puff, and then threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it and turned away.

This is the North Star.

The base is led by those libertarians who try to break the monopoly of medicine by the chaebols and rebuild a free and equal civilized society.

But here Su Ziyu did not see freedom and equality, nor did he see a civilized society.

Not even a little bit.

He only saw darkness, deep darkness, darkness beneath the surface order. Perhaps Pasha was right, this was a barbaric era.

Civilization has really gone away.

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