Chapter 165

On the desolate wilderness, a figure moved quickly. Its speed is so fast that it raises a dust smoke on the earth.

The figure in the Mercedes suddenly stopped. It was a black girl. She was carrying a 12-year-old girl on her back. The young girl has long silver gray hair and a chubby mutant on her shoulder.

"What's the matter, atatha?" asked moni.

Atatha looked in the direction of windmill town. She seemed to feel something just now. But that feeling is very vague and not clear. But that feeling made artesa feel a little scared.

"Nothing, let's take a break and go." artessa hid that feeling. There was no need to say anything that she couldn't understand, just to make another person worry.

After simply eating something, Moni gestured on the sand with her fingers. She drew a curved line and a circle at the end of the line. Moni lit it and said, "go straight along the road and we will go to a base called Shadow capital. This is the largest settlement within a thousand kilometers. Let's go there and wait for zero."

Atatha looked at her somewhat unexpectedly and said, "how do you know this?"

Mone smiled shyly and said, "there's a map in the lobby of the hotel. I paid attention to it before. But at that time, I didn't think it would be easier to go to the shadow city in this situation. At that time, I just thought there was a large population there. It should be easier to inquire about my mother..."

Mother?

This is a strange word for atatha. Atatha's parents were the best soldiers in the village, but when atatha was born, her mother died in childbirth. At the final choice between adults and children, atatha's mother resolutely gave up her life and left her chance to return it to her daughter.

Children are the future!

When she was ten years old, her father told her what her mother had said before she died. In fact, atatha's name is inherited from her mother, which is the only thing her mother left her.

Also at the age of ten, she lost her father. In a hunt, her father met a very powerful mutant. In order to protect other villagers from leaving, atatha's father stayed, but left her forever.

For her, the impression of her mother is vague, at least not as clear as her father. Atatha imagined her mother's face more than once, but got nothing. Therefore, Moni, who at least remembered her mother, seemed happy to artessa. As long as Moni's mother is not dead, they at least have a chance to meet again.

Unlike artessa, she didn't even know what her mother looked like.

"As long as you don't give up, you'll see each other again!" said atatha, patting Moni on the head.

Moni nodded heavily and said, "atatha, what's the matter with zero now?"

"It should be all right. Even the big crack can't kill him. How can such a duel die." but when artesa said this, she suddenly realized that the source of the previous fear came from zero.

When she discovered this detail, her anxiety became more intense.

At about 3 p.m., parkland's team finally drove away. Before leaving, parkland's soldiers cremated the excavated bodies, and a flame rose from the ruins of the factory. But the flame is not so blazing, but the flame released by efficient fuel quickly burns and decomposes human physical tissue. So bursts of meat fragrance were blown in all directions, but the people who smelled the fragrance looked very bad, and even someone threw up directly.

The burning process lasted two hours. When the evening came, the flame gradually went out.

The ruins of the factory have been cordoned off by the public security team, and the cleaning up will last for several days, but before that, the primary task of the public security team is to resettle the nearby citizens involved in the explosion.

There is no so-called mayor in windmill town. Except for the law and order team, only four or five elderly residents form a committee to decide the size of the town. At an emergency meeting in the evening, the homeless residents were decided to stay in the committee's office building until their houses were rebuilt.

The town is not rich. Most of its residents will work in a nearby mine in batches in exchange for a meager income. A small number of people live by growing crops such as potatoes, but now the land is not only barren, but also with radiation. Although the crops planted will not change, the sales volume is not good because of the low yield and radiation. Therefore, the life of farmers is not better than that of miners. It is a day without three meals.

The only one who makes money in the town is the owner of the waterwheel bar. Although the inferior beer brewed by the bar is hard to drink, men are still willing to drink cold inferior wine from the bar with a few cents after a hard day's work. With the principle of small profits and quick turnover, the boss, Mr. Holt, has made some money these years. Therefore, when the Committee asked him for financial assistance to help the poor residents repair their houses, Mr. Holt generously agreed.

A successful businessman must understand that wool comes from sheep. The money donated today will get more from them tomorrow.

When I got home from the committee's office building, it was already 8 p.m. Today is indeed a thrilling day. Mr. Holt has forgotten how long it has not been so exciting. Now he was a little tired, so he planned to take a bath and go to bed, but he heard his wife's curse coming from the roof.

"What's the matter, dear?" asked hotter.

The wife came down from the roof and scolded as she walked: "it's all because of the explosion at noon, which blew away all the clothes you hung on the roof."

"Come on, come on, we're lucky we're all alive. If we lose our clothes, we'll lose them." Mr. Holt didn't mind. After comforting his wife, he walked to the bathroom.

Holt's wife said to herself, "but it's really strange that the sheets fixed with clips were not blown away, but only a few clothes were blown away. What's the reason?"

Obviously, she didn't understand the key, and a lot of housework was still waiting for her to do, so she didn't have any spare energy to think about this brain wasting thing.

In the wilderness at night, a human shadow appears on the road. The figure moves very fast, leaving a series of residual shadows in the sports room. It has been going north along the road.

Occasionally when I stopped, the person who appeared was obviously wearing a suit of clothes that didn't fit. Both the striped shirt and the gray blue jeans are too wide, just like wearing other people's clothes.

If Mr. Holt's wife saw it, she would understand that her husband's clothes had not been blown away, but stolen. At the moment, the thief on the road seems to have determined a certain direction. He comes down from the road, passes through a piece of dry sand, and after several overhead electric towers that have stopped working, the outline of a city looms under the night.