Chapter 680

Crete eventually left an empty monument.

He thought for a long time and did not carve the word "angel", because he did not want her to be an angel, and the world was not worth her appearance.

However, he is still struggling in this dark street in contradiction and complexity. He cleans up the corpses and comforts the dead. He reads his prayers day by day, but he forgets what he is reading from the bottom of his heart.

People in Wuguang street change every year.

Every year, more than half of the ships of criminals sent from all over the world will die in the first month when they come here, and more than half of the rest will die in the first winter. The people who survive should have strong survival ability.

But they are still dying.

What Crete sees most here is death.

Unconsciously, he is 25 years old. He is no longer a child. His eyes are no longer confused. He can see more than 90% of the sins. Therefore, his prayer is more numb and empty.

In the summer when he was 26, something strange happened.

None of the boats that were supposed to carry the criminals came.

Until the autumn of Wuguang street came early, there were no new criminals. Then, in the winter of that year, the garbage ship disappeared

It seems that Wuguang street has completely become an abandoned place.

The sea outside the port is already polluted, and sometimes it takes a whole day to catch food, but it's not the most frightening - the real crisis is fresh water.

Wuguang street has mountains, so there are springs, but there is little fresh water, so we have to rely on the bottled water dug out from the garbage.

In the past, this problem was not obvious, because bottled water was the most common thing in the garbage.

Most of them were thrown away after a few drinks or half of them. Because they had been put away for a long time, there was a layer of water mist on the inside of the bottle. The middle-aged man told him that it was usually put in the aircraft by people outside. Occasionally, when they need to quench their thirst, they open a bottle and take a sip. But they often forget to take it away when they get off the aircraft. The next time they pose for the aircraft, the water will disappear When the water fog came up, they didn't want to drink any more. If they wanted to drink it, they had to reopen a bottle.

At that time, Crete was at a loss. Why can't they drink when it's foggy? Didn't they drink well?

But now they can't even drink this kind of water.

In the spring of the next year, more people couldn't stand it.

Some people are thirsty and go to drink the sea water. Some people fight in the spring until they die

It was only when Crete had collected the body of the last man in Wuguang street that he realized that he had not eaten or drunk anything for a month.

The angel told him that if people don't drink water, they will die in three days.

Crete realized that something wonderful was happening to his body.

However, when he realized this change, the first thing he did was to erect a third tombstone in the dark street, dig a pit next to the tombstone, make a coffin and put it in.

The coffin was made in the shape of a cross.

And the name on the tombstone says, Crete.

He felt that he must have died.

……

Crete lay silent in the coffin for three days, and a group of people dug him up.

However, this group of people probably thought that there was a dead man inside. Instead of opening the coffin, they threw it into the sea with other rubbish.

Crete's coffin happened not to be thrown in, and it was put on the beach. It is estimated that because of its unique shape, it was accidentally carried out by the ship as a useful thing by someone who did not know who was returning.

Only after taking it back did the ship realize that it had made a mistake and left the coffin in the harbor. When Crete, 27, climbed out of the coffin, he was at a loss like a newborn baby.

The port is very clean, just as the middle-aged uncle described to him.

For the first time, he breathed the air outside the street, but maybe he was used to the smell of the street surrounded by garbage. After taking a deep breath, he covered his nose and frowned.

He left the harbor with his coffin on his back.

Originally, he thought he had learned a lot from middle-aged men, but when he came to the outside world, he found that every word they said "the secret base was selected in the garbage dump", "only there is an isolated island" and "there is no zombie" seemed to understand, but he didn't know what they meant when they were connected together.

However, he is not in a hurry.

He left the dump and could start a new life.

The middle-aged man told him a lot about the wonderful outside world. He was still young and wanted to see it for himself.

But before he got out of the port, he saw the crowd rushing in desperately, and a group of soldiers were closing the door, stopping a group of crying young and old outside the port.

Crete is so strange.

as like as two peas on the face outside the street.However, he has left the street of no light, right.

The sun in the sky is very good. It's very sunny. It's totally different from the dark street all the year round.

Then, he was shocked to see that behind the crying and pleading crowd outside the gate, some creatures without skin and describing terror were chasing them.

Soon, there was a heart splitting scream outside, that is, in the street of no light, Crete had never heard such a voice of panic and despair.

"What's that?" Crete's mind was blank. Everything he saw was completely different from what the middle-aged uncle described to him.

"Zombies! Never seen a zombie? Fortunately, I ran faster and came in front of the girl who was holding the baby. Otherwise, I would be locked out like them. " A sweating middle-aged woman looked out in horror and replied.

Zombies?

Crete didn't know what a zombie was because the middle-aged man never mentioned it to him.

But it sounds like a corpse?

But these corpses are different from the corpses he saw every day from childhood to adulthood. These corpses can move and eat people, which is a wonder that he can't imagine.

The middle-aged man told him that the outside world was wonderful. If he had a chance to leave Wuguang street, he must walk and see more.

Now it seems that

The outside world is really "wonderful", much more wonderful than Wuguang street.

In turn, Crete's face turned to the instinctive disgust when he heard the middle-aged woman's words, the shock and bewilderment when he saw the tragic situation outside. Finally, it returned to the numbness and indifference that he had been fixed on his face for years.

His lips opened slightly and he said to himself in silence

"I managed to get out of the dump, but the whole world became a dump..."

"What are you living people doing?"