Chapter 677

At the beginning, the visual angle of the picture was very high, and the calls, swearing and pushing sounds seemed to be far away from the players' headphones.

Chen Yao, they are just like watching TV, a group of unimportant "others" rushing towards the garbage on the wharf.

However, after the camera zooms in on the three words of Wuguang street, the picture and the voice come closer. The people running past the stone tablet, the various net pockets hanging on their waists, and the hair glued together because they haven't been cleaned for a long time can all be seen clearly.

Hair effect is the most troublesome thing for artists in any game. Even in some games, even the horses that players ride are bare and hairless

But Chen Yao and his friends saw a variety of hair patterns, and they could also move with the wind, so the effect was very realistic.

"Wait for me! Wait for me Crete has a voice at last.

In fact, his position is good. If he wants to pick up the garbage, he will have a good harvest at his feet - some styles are not very good-looking, but there are still hanging tags, clothes that were thrown away by the owner without wearing them, and expired food that has not been opened.

But Crete's eyes didn't stay on these things. He rushed desperately towards the big ship that had finished throwing rubbish and was preparing to return

"I shouldn't be here! Please help me! Please, help me... " His voice was so harsh in Chen Yao's headphones, but in fact, no one could hear what he was saying in the noisy harbor.

Everyone is just searching desperately. Several cans of unopened and expired cans left behind by Crete have become the focus of competition, and some people have been fighting for them.

Behind Crete is the bloodstain of the fight, but the boat in front of him, which he was holding up loudly, didn't notice him at all, and had already sounded the siren to leave

Seeing that the ship was about to leave the harbor, Crete was in a hurry. Instead of slowing down, he sprinted.

The ship has left port

Without hesitation, he flopped into the water and cried hoarsely, "wait for me! Why not Wait for me... "

Bang!

Of course, the sailors on the ship noticed Crete, but they couldn't hear what he was saying. In response, there was only one gun!

Because of the gunshot, the crowd at the port yelled back

Before they heard the second sound, they continued to look down and pick up the garbage. Of course, some people saw Crete shot. Even if they didn't see him shot, they could at least see a bright red on the dark water.

However, no one looked at him one more time, and there was no "don't die?" "This is no light street!" That kind of gossip.

There is no gossip, because no one will look at others more.

The cans of expired food at Crete's feet were finally taken into the arms of a young woman. Although many people beat and kicked around her to snatch, she arched herself to the ground and protected the cans of food. The person who tried to snatch gave up quickly, because every second wasted on this woman, another part of the material was taken away by others .

Crete struggled painfully on the surface of the water twice and didn't even call for help.

Calling for help is a waste of energy, because no one can save him.

But he was shot, almost fatal, and could not swim back

His body had been sinking, and the black sea water full of all kinds of rubbish had poured into his mouth and nose. He closed his eyes until the waves of sea water passed over his head.

Just then, with a sigh on the water, a middle-aged man who had been squeezed into the water before swam towards Crete.

The picture went black for a while.

By the time the picture lights up again, Crete has been sleeping in a tent. Because of the serious infection, he has been in a coma. There is no medicine in this place. He has suffered such a serious fatal injury. It seems that it is only a matter of time before he dies.

But God seems to be good to him.

He opened his eyes when the early morning sun came into the tent.

Half a bottle of water passed to his mouth, he raised his head in dismay, opened his mouth, but he could not say why.

"I know you're not a criminal. Even if you grow up here, your eyes are still clean. " The middle-aged man said with a smile, "of course. Neither am I

Sobbing

In Crete's throat, there was a tremor of unknown significance.

"Since the shortage of surface resources, there is no place to build prisons, and taxpayers are not willing to provide prisoners with necessities for survival, this is the only place for all criminals. This is our Wuguang street," said the middle-aged man. "This is an international public garbage dump. Once they throw criminals here, they will not occupy any social resources."

There was weakness and shock in Crete's eyes.

Because, of course, no one in this place will tell him what the street is. He may also have a feeling that there are a lot of criminals here, but this is probably the first time that he knows the real purpose of the street."Our street, this harbor, has 365 days a year, 300 days of rainy weather, oh, you are very lucky, today's weather is good..." Said the middle-aged man.

“……” Crete's throat moved and he looked around.

"In fact, I used to support throwing criminals away like garbage," the middle-aged man said. "Until one day, my daughter was thrown here like a murderer because she hung a underwear on the balcony on her first day of college. I think they must be crazy..."

Crete looked at him in disbelief.

It's not middle-aged men who think they're crazy. He also thinks these people are crazy!

Although, Crete doesn't seem to understand what university is, because he can't read.

The middle-aged man's voice was calm: "she didn't know that the law stipulates that underwear can't be dried on the balcony of college girls' dormitory. She is a good girl with a kind heart. "

"And then What about it? " The boy's hoarse and trembling voice, in fact, has a trace of sadness.

"You were born and raised in this place, right? Well, you should know that there is no more... " The middle-aged man lowered his head and lowered his voice. "My daughter is very beautiful."

Crete was silent, too.

They both knew what would happen after the beautiful girl was thrown into the dark street, so the topic could not continue.

"I don't want to bring her back alive," the middle-aged man said after a long time. "I'm a priest. I just want to finish a decent funeral for my daughter..."

Crete plucked up his courage and finally asked, "well Then why did you save me? "

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time. After that, he didn't answer Crete's question. Instead, he asked him, "would you like to be the only priest in the dark street?"

"The only one?" Crete didn't understand. "Isn't there you?"