The yellowish dust mixed with a strange smell of rust and rot made people blind.
Outside the steel gate of the Blackstone Shelter, it was the same as now every day, with dozens of ragged refugees lying on their stomachs, lying down, and sitting. They are like parasites attached to the steel behemoth, waiting for the food scraps that the behemoth occasionally shakes off to survive.
Chen Jiu is one of them, and he is the most inconspicuous one.
He huddled in the corner, wrapping himself tightly in the color-shattered windbreaker, leaving only a pair of cloudy eyes exposed, staring at the passers-by.
Next to him, a little girl with two pigtails was sitting quietly holding a sack bigger than her head. The girl was very thin and her face was dirty, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright, and she was looking at Chen Jiu unblinkingly.
This is Su Su, who Chen dug out from a pile of corpses three years ago. She can't speak, but she can always sense danger in advance.
"Master Jiu, how was the harvest today?" A man with missing front teeth came over with a flattering smile on his face. He is an old man in this area and knows that although Chen Jiu looks young, he always has a way to get food.
Chen Jiu didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied in a hoarse voice: "I'm hungry."
The man shrank back angrily.
