Author: Charcoal Grilled Rice Mushroom

Chapter 3 Advising you to die

Take Heda and leave the tent of "Hera's Family".

Jiatu and the others walked down the steps of the "central spiral staircase" in the center of the residential area.

Dark and humid air roared from the depths of the stairs, filling their nostrils. They walked for about four or five minutes before stopping in front of an excavation area that looked like a mine.

The dark yellow torch burned quietly deep in the mine, reflecting the dark gray cave and several men in black standing at the entrance of the mine.

These men in black were standing or lying, leaning in the shadows that were not illuminated by the fire. Only a tall man in front of them was left, standing in the most conspicuous position in the center of the cave, like a black statue.

"Brother Jiatu..."

Seeing the terrifying sight in front of her, Heda timidly hugged Jiatu's arm.

Jiatu himself was relatively calm.

He bent down and saluted the "statue" in the cave, and then said carefully as his adoptive mother taught him:

"Good midnight, fellow mourners."

"Good afternoon, those who are still alive."

The person who was the target of the boy's salute had a gas mask on his face that looked like a bird's beak. He looked at the two people in front of him through dirty and blurred eye lenses, and said in a low voice:

"What's wrong, young man? Since you appear here, does it mean that our old colleague, Mrs. Hera, needs us to greet her in person?"

The mourner obviously knew Jiatu, and after a brief greeting, he immediately got to the point.

Jato didn't know his name.

But through the gray eyes and old voice behind the lenses, he realized that the old man, like his adoptive mother, was the "undertaker" in the shelter - that is, similar to the "undertaker" or the "gravekeeper"

"People" work the same way.

So when faced with the old mourner's inquiry, he quickly shook his head in denial and said:

"No, no, my adoptive mother just has a high fever, so there's no need to ask anyone to help..."

Several mourners who had already stood up silently sat back in the shadows.

They did not waver because of this misunderstanding. Even the old man in front of him just asked calmly:

"Then what are you planning to do here? Hera should have told you that you only need to find us when disposing of corpses, right?"

"Yes, I'm sorry...for breaking the rules of the shelter..."

Jiatu lowered his head and apologized honestly.

In order to isolate pathogens from the corpse, mourners take turns to rest every seven days.

Jiatu knew this very well.

Whenever Hera finished her work week, she had to take off her crow-like isolation suit, go to the cleaning area on the seventh floor, and rinse it repeatedly.

But even so, she still gets sick from time to time.

Therefore, "sending off one's colleagues with one's own hands" is not that rare among mourners.

However, precisely because this job is so dangerous, the average salary of a mourner is pretty good.

It was because of this that Hera was able to support the three children Heda, Herna and Gato on her own.

Therefore, when the family suddenly fell into trouble, Jiatu's first thought was to turn to his adoptive mother's "colleagues" for help.

So he considered his words and answered carefully:

"Hera... Although my adoptive mother is not in big trouble yet, she has been sick during this time, and the food and water at home are almost running out... So I want to ask you if you can lend us some food.

...It doesn't take much...After this period, we will pay it back immediately..."

Jiatu's voice was a little condescending, because he felt indifference and indifference from the old man's eyes.

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, the old man immediately asked:

"'I'll pay you back later'? Boy, have you forgotten what kind of work we are engaged in?"

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiatu. His old and hoarse voice was like the cold wind whistling by in winter: "Don't talk about the next time. It's not certain whether Hera can survive this time. You are planning to let the best know

At this point, 'we', are we going to ignore the 'danger' of this profession?"

"..."

Jiatu bit his lip and said nothing.

Because he knew very well that what the old man said was true——

In the shelter, "favors" have no meaning. The vast majority of people here are not "rich" enough to consider these things.

Just like Hera raising three children alone, other mourners also have their own sufferings.

When Jato made these requests, he was prepared for rejection.

So he took a deep breath and made his next "suggestion."

"So... what do you think of me?" The black-haired boy covered his chest with his right hand and introduced himself sincerely: "I am already over ten years old. If it is a child's body, I can move it. If

If you are the 'mourner'..."

"Just you?"

Now, not only the old mourner, but also other people burst into laughter.

They did not give Jia Tu any face, and laughed loudly: "We have advised Hera a long time ago! There is no need to raise a little waste like you! As a lame person, even if you are raised, what can you do?!"

"You can't even carry a stretcher!"

The old man pushed the iron bracket in his hand to Jia Tu. Seeing that he was trying his best not to fall, he said sarcastically:

"Give up! We look down on you! It's not because of who you are! It's because of your legs that you can't contribute to others! Hera picking you back was a mistake from the beginning!

"

Jato pushed the stretcher to the ground with all his strength, and pulled Heda in front of the mourners in a hoarse voice: "But... if I can't do it, what about Heda?! Although he is young, when he grows up, he can

Pay you back!"

Feeling the trembling in the young man's voice behind him, the little guy, although a little timid, still puffed up his chest and responded loudly: "Yes... yes! Even if it's just my sister and I! Absolutely! Absolutely! We will save our mother and brother Jiatu."

Protected!"

"Hena..."

However, the old mourner didn't pay attention to the little guy's statement.

He just thought silently and refined the keywords he needed: "That little girl does have a bit of the shadow of Hera... But if she can't become a [Waste Explorer], then it won't help."

The old man looked at Jiatu with some pity and said slowly:

"The reason why Hera can still afford to support you is because you are still 'three children'.

When Hera is old and you are useless, how long can Hena and Heda support you?"

The little guy wanted to say something more, but the old man covered his mouth with his hand.

The old man leaned down, looked at Jiatu through the dark crow mask, and said slowly:

"I persuaded Hera back then not to take you back... but Hera was very stubborn, and I did not persuade her until the end...

But I never expected that... not only would you become seriously ill, but you would also develop foot problems after you recovered... If I had known that you would have this problem, I would have made Hera throw you back...

Even with my own hands..."

The old man's eyes turned pitch black in front of Jia Tu.

The harsh air-conditioning made him take a step back.

But the old man straightened up, shook his head and walked to the corner:

"Forget it, I failed to persuade Hera back then. That might have been a mistake... I clearly knew that was against the rules..."

The old man picked up a bag of things from the shadows and gave it to Jiatu, waving his hands in disgust:

"Say it beforehand! This is my first time! It will also be my last time to help you! After giving you this pack of rations, Hera and I will be clean! I will also make it clear to Hera then!"

The old man looked at Jiatu and Heda and said with an indifferent expression: "But I still advise you! If you really still have some conscience, then think about how you should go next!"

"If necessary, jumping from here would be a good lesson to others——"

The old man pointed to the black cave behind him and said with a cold expression:

"Jump down from here, and we won't even need to help you collect your body..."

Jiatu held the dry food bar in his arms and said nothing.

Because he knows that at this moment, in the eyes of the other party, he is no longer recognized as a "person".
Chapter completed!