Chapter 16: Wasteland Age VI

　　 The room is a bit dirty.
　　Everything here looks like second-hand, some things are more like washing out from the garbage dump and cleaning it here. There are some cheap wine on the table near the wall, and the price is marked with a card. This era is not very short of food, but the food grown in the ground still carries radiation pollution.
　　 There is a label on the wine bottle, which is a handwritten ‘whiskey’.
"Guy. If you want to have some fun at night, there are safety measures here." The waiter smiled a little wickedly, opened the drawer to reveal a row of inferior condoms, and patted Su Ziyu's shoulder: "Safety the first."
　　 Footsteps came from the corridor.
　　 The waiter squeezed a little bit at Su Ziyu and turned around.
　　 "Is this all right?" Pasha asked, leaning on the door and raising her hands to lift her long hair, staring at Su Ziyu.
　　 "Alright." Su Ziyu nodded and put the backpack on the bed.
　　Pasha's eyes shifted a little, and then said: "Then I will go back first. This time we have suffered a lot and it is estimated that we will be busy for a while. I will come back to find you tomorrow afternoon."
　　 "Good." Su Ziyu nodded.
　　Pasa turned to leave, suddenly stopped and said quietly: "Don't run around. Don't pick up their cigarettes, don't buy cigarettes in the store."
　　 "If you want to smoke, I will bring you some clean tomorrow."
　　 "Good." Su Ziyu nodded with a smile.
He basically doesn't smoke except for socializing, and he doesn't have any smoking addiction. He smokes two at most when he is stressed. But people in this era are very addicted to smoking. At least half of the people he sees smoke at least half of men and women, and they seem to smoke. It's stuffing stuff. Su Ziyu doesn't know how it is in other places, but Western countries are indeed more serious in this respect.
　　Pasa left with a grin.
Su Ziyu stood by the bed and looked at everything that was so strange to him. Civilization had really gone away from this era. The pedestrians on the street in his eyes seemed to be numb walking dead. There were two not far away. The drunken people were fighting, and the man who was knocked down was dragged into the alley by several people, and then they came out with a smile in their hands with something in their hands. Although Pasha said that the free people are the rebels who want to rebuild the civilized society, but Su Ziyu does not see many traces of civilization here, and the security here is not good, except those gates guarded by guns.
　　 should be the base camp of the free people inside, and these people outside are probably just scavengers who depend on their existence.
　　The best food provided by the hotel is potato stew. Before Pasha left, he didn’t know why he left the mechanical watch. After eating the squid, he glanced at it. The radiation pollution index increased by about 0.02%. If you usually eat relatively clean food, the demand for anti-radiation drugs will be greatly reduced. On the counter are some commodities, mainly consumer goods of tobacco and alcohol, the most expensive of which is pure water, they are packed in relatively delicate bottles, the price is thirty times that of the same volume of alcohol, and there is nothing to spend on. The pretty ads are printed with only one row of large characters-'Pure water, multiple purifications, no radiation pollution'.
　　 This is an extremely expensive luxury in the current era!
　　 The clothes provided by the hotel looked a bit old, but they were washed very cleanly. Su Ziyu changed a set of ordinary trousers for himself, and the price was very cheap as long as fifteen. The money obtained from the predators is about five or six thousand dollars. In this era, the purchasing power should be good. Su Ziyu put the gun in the bag under the bed and prepared to go out to see.
　　 The sky gradually darkened.
　　 It seems that there are more people outside, and I don't know where it came from. Three or five black people stood on the street beside the hotel. After seeing Su Ziyu, they looked at him up and down very friendlyly.
"Go!" A rough voice came from behind, and the innkeeper yelled at the black men with a modified rifle: "Get out of this street! This is Lao Tzu's territory! You filthy lazy and shameless! Nigga!"
　　 Hearing the screams of the hotel owner, all the nearby shops seemed to be open. Some men with guns came out, and they looked basically white.
　　The black men put their hands on their waists and left with a bit of hatred.
　　 cough! Pooh! ! !
The innkeeper coughed and then spit loudly towards the ground on the street. When he turned to face Su Ziyu, he already had a smile on his face and looked quite kind. : "It's okay. Here you are careful of those niggers, they are a group of lazy and shameless robber thieves."
　　 "What can I find my old Bob!"
　　After he finished, he smiled and said: "If you want to find Niu Lehe, I will help you to contact you, don't touch those niggas, they are all sick."
He patted Su Ziyu's shoulder and turned a little bit more serious when he turned towards others. He lowered his voice and said to a white man: "Let Jack come over to see me at night. Recently there are more and more in the camp. Yes. They dare to enter our territory, I always feel something is going wrong."
at this time.
　　 Su Ziyu only found that the street that Pasha brought him seemed to be basically white. Both the old Bob and the blacks were different from the scavengers Su Ziyu met during the day, and they looked like gang members.
　　 He finally decided to go out and see.
　　 Su Ziyu wants to see what will happen to the human world after the end of the catastrophe.
After walking out of the old Bob’s street, everything around was a bit noisy and noisy. There were some big iron barrels on the side of the street. At first, he didn’t know what it was for, and thought it was a trash can. There was a fire in the iron bucket, and several white or black figures stood next to the fire and smoked and drank. When he noticed that he would throw his cloudy eyes over, and sometimes people huddled together.
Those Indians are still selling roasted rats there, but they have been replaced by a few adult men who look more powerful, and a middle-aged Indian middle-aged man who is not small in size is drinking, A metal buttstock appeared under the chair, as if to notice Su Ziyu's sight. The middle-aged man smiled at him, pointed to the stall of the roasted mouse, and gave a thumbs up.
　　 Meaning probably delicious?
　　 Su Ziyu hurriedly looked away casually. The camps during the day and night seemed to have changed, and the guards returned to the gate. There is a thick wall inside the iron wall outside, but you can't see the inside, but it's not as noisy as the outside. It should be the base of the free people.
　　 The guard at night was also changed.
　　 Su Ziyu saw a man covered in metal. He stood on the sentry tower and stared at the others with cold eyes. No one was allowed to come close to it.
　　 This should be the exoskeleton armor in Pasha's mouth, equipped with a miniature nuclear battery on the back.
　　 The night here is very noisy.
　　 The dim light can only illuminate the location on the street. The alleys are full of darkness. Occasionally, people can still hear the moaning of people, not only from women, but also from men.
　　 Su Ziyu walked and suddenly frowned.
　　 The three black people in front came out of the alley, glaring at him badly, and then smoked away. A man groaned painfully in the alley, and Su Ziyu frowned and thought for a moment before he walked in carefully. He saw another black man with blood on his head, and he looked a bit familiar. He looked closely at the black man who asked him if he wanted to smoke in the car during the day.
　　 "Are you all right?" Su Ziyu walked over to help him up.
　　 "Thanks. Man." The black man got up a little bit hard and scolded in his mouth: "These niggers! Damn racists!..."
　　 Talking.
He suddenly reached out and fumbled, and then tremblingly took out a cigarette. He did not light it for several times. His expression was a bit anxious, and he kept swearing at the black people, and finally ignited. Then he took a deep sip, and then he looked a little slurred and relaxed: "Is it you?..."
　　 He looked like the addicts Su Ziyu had seen. Su Ziyu's expression was a little disgusting, and he took a quiet step back.
　　 "Why did they hit you?" Su Ziyu asked.
　　 The black man's smoking hand shook, and then showed a bitter smile, shaking his head: "They think I am a traitor!..."
　　 "Go to the goddamn!"
　　 "It's the end of the world!"
　　 "Follow them, I don't know when a black gun behind me broke me!... At least following old Bill, I don't have to worry about someone stabbing me in the back!..."
　　 Old Bill should be a German man during the day. He looks very prestigious among scavengers.
　　After the black man smoked a few cigarettes, UU read the book www.uukanshu. The pain on com's face was reduced a lot, he wiped the blood on his face and patted Su Ziyu's shoulder and said: "Thank you. Man."
　　 "Mix here, be careful of those niggas."
　　 "They even start their own!"
　　 Su Ziyu looked at the blood stains on his shoulder with disgust. The other party smoked bit by bit without paying attention to them. He helped the wall and walked out, as if he was planning to go to the bar not far in front.
"Would you like to drink some wine? I invite! Old Bill is also there!" The black man seemed to be in a daze, turned his head to reveal a tooth, and he reached into the pocket behind the buttocks, suddenly violent and violent. Scolded: "Damn! FUCK! These shameless robber thieves!..."
　　 At this time, his expression was even more angry than he was beaten at first.
　　 "I will please. I also have some problems." Su Ziyu frowned and looked at the blood on his shoulder.
　　The two of them walked out along the street.
　　 At this moment, they heard a little voice, as if murmured, very low, it sounded a bit creepy, but listen carefully but you can hear clearly. There seemed to be a dark shadow deep in the alley, looking like a person, crawling on the cold ground, motionless, but the sound came from afar.
　　 He kept saying repeated words, his voice was low and hoarse. Those words were:
　　 "hungry!......meat!......"
　　 "hungry!......meat!......"
　　 "hungry!......meat!......"
hungry……
　　Meat...
　　 The black man next to Su Ziyu could not help but tremble a little, said nothing and dragged him away, not even knowing that the smoke on his mouth fell off.
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