Chapter 683 Artificial Warmth

The young man was stunned for a moment at first, thinking he heard something wrong, but the words that kept kidnapping him later made him give up completely.

Asking, only asking.

You have to help them, you have to help them unconditionally.

It seems to them as if they should do this.

But his "big brother" was just a name given to a few childhood playmates in the village, and he didn't receive a single copper from them, let alone any benefits. Instead, he had to wipe their butts for them.

Originally, it was okay for everyone to get together and part ways, but he had done his best by dividing the ring that belonged to him, and these words angered him again.

This gun had a special meaning to him, not to mention the humiliation he had suffered.

"Fuck you! I snatched this gun back from the bandits myself. If you want it, just grab it yourself. Don't fucking tell me this nonsense. I don't owe any of you, you owe me."

Although the boy had always wanted to retain the last bit of dignity, even if they were separated, he could still say hello when they met again in the village.

But since they don’t want to be decent, they should fall out and break up!

The young man didn't mean to talk nonsense and just turned around and left.

The sudden outburst of the young man scared those guys, and they didn't start to complain until they were far away.

"Tch! What are you pretending to be?"

"Damn you really think you are something."

"You deserve to be beaten by those people..."

Did the evil atmosphere that entered the ruins amplify their evil thoughts? Or has greed clouded their hearts? Or maybe they are like this...

No one knows. Anyway, several other people with a little conscience also left and cut off from these people.

Not everyone craves exciting adventures; most prefer a stable life.

As for those guys who stayed behind, they were still fantasizing about getting rich and being slapped in the face, and then they were ready to have fun at the suggestion of a guy.

They had seen various entertainment venues in the city before, but because they had no money, they could only look at them. Now that they had some money in their pockets, they couldn't wait to go there.

If the boy was still here, he would definitely choose to use the money to buy guns instead of going directly for entertainment. The two guns would pose a certain threat to the robbers, and then after a few rounds, they would all be replaced by guns, and then there would be no one left. Dare to provoke, so that you can go deep in and pick up more good things.

But these guys leave young people like their bodies leave their brains. They have no foresight at all. They want to go when they see other people having fun, and they don't realize the gap at all.

Maybe in their opinion, if they are saved today, they will be saved tomorrow.

As for investing money in yourself, it is not necessary at all, it is more important to have fun.

Can’t I enjoy myself after a day of picking up trash?

At this time, among the ruins, the sun set below the horizon, leaving only a faint afterglow. At this time, the leader of the plunderers who had been tortured to death by Disma woke up in a daze.

Maybe his body had adapted, or maybe his nerves were numb, but he didn't feel any pain, just a fuzzy feeling.

What's crawling on you?

Only then did he realize what had woken him up. It was the rats that appeared from nowhere and were eating him.

The sudden panic made him resist subconsciously, and the sudden movements drove away the rats, but the severe pain surged up the next second, as if he had been waiting for a long time and finally broke out at this moment.

"Ah~"

He wanted to scream and wail, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood rushed to his brain. The severe pain in his mouth reminded him that his tongue had been bitten off.

That is to say, Lance is not here, otherwise he would definitely be very interested, because the fact that this guy is still alive shows that the idea of ​​"biting his tongue to commit suicide" is not very reliable.

The leader could no longer care about this at this time. Under the impact of pain, he probably remembered what happened. How could he be caught just after opening the business?

I'm not even in the fucking city anymore, but I'm still chasing you, not giving me any way to survive.

Anger and resentment rushed into my heart, but I didn't regret it at all.

But who cares now...Squirrel cares.

It can only be said that the distribution of rats is even more exaggerated than that of humans. They can be found here, and there are quite a lot of them.

The rats that woke up the leader did not run away after being alarmed. They may not have seen humans for hundreds of generations, and they were still eating meat today. They couldn't run away for dinner.

The leader also found that there were countless pairs of red eyes staring at him in the darkness. Looking at the sky, it was slowly getting dark.

This area has been cleaned up by a large number of adventurers, but when night comes, the skeletons hiding in the ruins of the buildings also begin to come out.

He wanted to escape from this place, but the gunshot wound on his leg, although the large burn marks stopped the bleeding, left the entire leg disabled, not to mention the wounds on his hands, which were turned into a puddle of rotten flesh by the arrows, leaving him It's like I've lost control of my fingers.

But don't underestimate a person's survival instinct. The only advantage of being so big is that he has a thicker vitality. Even after trying hard, he climbed to the wall and stood up holding on to the wall.

The excitement made him struggle to walk for a while, but this was already the limit. The burst wound left blood. When he heard the movement behind him, he looked back and saw that countless rats had gathered on the dripping blood and were licking it. He even got into a fight over it.

There was no way to escape. Wailing and crying had no effect. Fear was eating away at his sanity bit by bit.

There is no doubt that the setting sun gradually extinguished like his hope. Looking up at the sky again, the last bit of light disappeared.

There was no need for a skeleton. The rats that had tasted human blood identified it as food and attacked him under the cover of darkness.

"Ahhhhh..."

In the dimness, only a black shadow could be seen dancing randomly and then making a weird cry.

But unfortunately, the darkness had completely taken over the ruins and no one could hear it...

The unstoppable posture of the night overwhelmed, even the new city of Hamlet was shrouded. Everyone finished a day's work and began to return to their families, or enter the nightlife.

Although most adventurers now go to the new town to explore the ruins, as a transit, the popularity of the city is still lively, and goods are constantly coming and going, which also brings the exchange of information.

"I should have gone to the ruins earlier. There's no point in fighting with those guys."

Some mercenaries who were stranded because of the mercenary union were a little unhappy. After all, just like the Scorpion Mercenary Group, the mercenaries who could be selected were all good mercenaries. They were all guys who were on the edge of a knife, so they could naturally feel that something was wrong between the union and Hamlet.

I thought I could take advantage of the situation to plunder this rich town, but I didn't expect that the union stayed for a day and a night and didn't say a word. Now everyone knows that Hamlet has suppressed the union, and the union's words will definitely not work well in this place in the future.

Don't think that the union is a sucker. The difference in bounty between fighting and not fighting is very large, and now hearing that there are gold coins to pick up in the ruins is a kind of excitement for them.

Because in their concept, this should have been theirs, and they were dragged down by the union.

There are also some more conservative adventurers waiting for news from the front line. Now it has finally been confirmed. I'm afraid that a group of good players will continue to flow into the new town and head to the ruins tomorrow.

Everyone was talking about the fragility of the skeleton and the treasures that could be found everywhere, but they seemed to have forgotten something, that is, what happened to the adventurers who could not come back.

Whether they were robbed by the thieves, drowned by the skeletons, or encountered something unspeakable, no one cared about them, and no one cared about them.

The figure wrapped in rags and chains wandered in Hamlet. He did not have the means of performing like a clown, and he did not have a single penny on him. He was no different from those refugees.

Hunger and fatigue almost devoured his sanity, and the pedestrians around him seemed to smell food.

But the chains and the strangely shaped locks on his body really glowed slightly in the dimness, helping him suppress his bloodthirsty desire.

For the cooling of the autumn night, he could only wrap the rags tightly around him, curled up in the corner of the city, and survived the night with difficulty.

But you have to know that Hamlet has never allowed homeless people. Not long after, a patrolling policeman found his figure.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you having any trouble?"

"You can't stay here, wake up!"

The faint warmth from the torch brought the man back to his senses, and when he found out it was the police, he couldn't help but show helplessness on his face.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The warmth of the firelight made him feel stinging, it didn't belong to him, and he instinctively wanted to cover his scarred and twisted face, with obvious inferiority.

"Have you eaten?"

The police suddenly asked a very strange question, and the man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and shook his head after a slight hesitation.

"No, I just got here."

"Then come with us."

He thought he would be expelled, because he had heard a lot of news about Hamlet along the way, or he might have been imprisoned for violating some rules.

But the police didn't make things difficult for him, but took him to the police station on a nearby street and brought him a bowl of chowder, which was some plant roots such as potatoes and carrots, boiled with pork or beef.

"This is all we have for supper tonight. If it's not enough, there's more."

"Sleep here tonight. It's very cold outside."

"Go find a job tomorrow. There are many job opportunities in Hamlet. Anyone who is hardworking can survive here."

A few words made the man's dead heart feel strange. Since he started wandering, everyone treated him as a monster. They either avoided him or expelled him. Some even wanted to attack him.

Not to mention that he was under pressure from the church at that time. He took the initiative to avoid those people, wandered in the wild, and hid his body among those inconspicuous refugees.

Fortunately, his special physique gave him a strong digestive ability. He survived in this world full of natural disasters and man-made disasters by eating things that others could not digest.

There is no doubt that he felt hope in Hamlet...

Nonsense, although these weird people were allowed in, they were all the focus of the police. Just like the legion was led away before entering the core of the city, he was the same.

If there is any violation, they will call for a heavy blow, but if there is no violation, in order to appease these weirdos, they will take care of them a little and let them have a good impression of Hamlet.

Just like Baldwin was fooled by Lance, but it is undeniable that an artificially created warm scene is a kind of salvation for some confused and numb souls, even if it is false... just like the warmth reflected by the last match.

The man carefully held the bowl, feeling the warmth coming from it, lowered his head and ate the hot porridge, not daring to look up because tears were about to fall.

"That..." The man finished a bowl in a few bites, and wanted to return the bowl, but the man smiled and gestured as if he understood something.

"Also, those of us on night shift get subsidies, including midnight snacks and breakfast."

The police didn't waste any words and took him directly to the kitchen next to the police station. In addition to the porridge, there was also leftover chowder and bread with cheese and bacon.

He didn't care about the leftovers, and stopped after eating three bowls. He returned to the lobby of the police station. There was a detention room surrounded by several iron fences in the corner.

It was originally used to temporarily detain prisoners, but now Hamlet has a prison, and there have been no cases in the jurisdiction of this police station recently, so it was vacant, just right for sleeping on the bench.

The man did not forget how he escaped from the cage, but now he took the initiative to walk into the detention room, but compared to the cage, the door here was open.

With the house to shelter him from the wind, the weak candlelight inside the house gave him an incomparable warmth, and the conversations of the patrolling police next to him who came back to report also made him feel inexplicably at ease.

This was the most comfortable night for him to escape...

"The target is not aggressive and has settled down now, but he has not clearly shown his desire for the ruins, and is more like a fugitive hiding from place to place."

"We plan to arrange a job to test it tomorrow."

"I don't think it's possible. What's the situation with him? Those chains..."

"Let it go and see what he plans to do and what his intention is to come to Hamlet."

In another place, Greendale and several sheriffs were discussing the control of those extraordinary people. It was not just that man, but several others were also found and marked, but most of them were not so bad that they couldn't even afford to eat, so there was no direct contact.

Others could sleep, but Greendale was really full of pressure. Baldwin handled the government affairs, but she had to come forward to convey the lord's decision on some details.

For some people, the night is long. Some people in Hamlet City stayed up all night worrying about possible attacks, but the night was very peaceful, without any abnormality at all.

For some people, the night is just a blink of an eye, and a new day has come... (End of this chapter)