Chapter 2 Phytolacca

Okay, it's another drill.

It really doesn't stop.

Shang Lu glanced at the text message, turned off the screen of his cell phone and put it in his pocket. He raised his head and asked, "Master, are we practicing here every day? Are they disturbing the people?"

"It's easy to get used to it," the taxi driver said slowly, speaking in Chongqing dialect, "It's like setting off fireworks when the air raid siren goes off and tells us to stay in the house and not come out."

The car "clunked" over a speed bump. Shanglu turned around and looked out. They were passing the seventh sharp turn on the winding mountain road. On one side of the road was a cement slope protection as high as a person, and on the other side were lush plants. The average of Nanshan

The altitude is 400 meters. Standing on the winding mountain road, you can vaguely see the skyscrapers of Chongqing, far away hidden in the thin fog - Chongqing is a foggy city, and there is always fog.

Phytolacca thought so.

There are no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. The taxi driver said that he rarely encounters people going up the mountain all year round. Some of them are people from the People's Liberation Army who are on official business and returning to their units. Who is still running up the mountain these days?

Beyond the mountain is the front line.

Officially, it is called the third-level contact buffer zone, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is called the front line.

"It's really difficult to drive here. I stood there for more than half an hour."

"Of course you don't have a car when you come from the West Railway Station. There are a lot of cars coming from the Jiefangbei and Guanyin Bridge. It's hard to cross the river. No one lives on this side of the river." The driver said, "Let's go, let's go."

chatter."

"Master, why don't you leave?" Shanglun asked.

"Which one should I drive?" The taxi driver's tone was a little proud, but then he calmed down again, "Ross, are you from Chengdu? Tell me, is Chengdu better than Chongqing?"

"That's not necessarily true," Shangluca said, "but Chengdu is in the rear area and is safer than here."

"Safety is a hammer." The driver sneered, "Let me tell you, Chongqing is the safest. Do you want to know why? Let me tell you one by one. First, Chongqing is the last bridgehead for all mankind. Chongqing

If it falls, the entire Sichuan Basin will fall, so Chongqing's defense force is the strongest. What are so many military bases on Nanshan used for? To protect the people. If something happens in Chongqing, no one can escape. Chongqing is fine.

We don’t need to run, this is the safest place in the most dangerous place."

What he said is clear and logical.

Sure enough, even if the world ends, the basic skills of taxi drivers will still be there.

With a "clunk", the car ran over another buffer zone. From a distance, both the driver and Shanglu saw the sentry on the roadside ahead and the red and white landing gear. There were young soldiers in green camouflage uniforms heading towards

They waved.

The driver slowly turned the steering wheel and the car stopped on the side of the road. The soldier came over and knocked on the window, leaned forward and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Give me a gift, give me a five-year-old!" The driver took out his driver's license and pointed to the pokemon in the back seat, "It belongs to your company."

"Comrade, ID."

The soldier came over and saluted.

Shanglu hurriedly took out his pass and report card from his backpack and handed them over through the car window.

"The Institute of Automation of the Chinese Academy of Sciences supports Shanglu, a technician stationed at the 151 support base, and is here to report today."

After the other party completed the inspection, he returned the certificate and raised the railing to let him go. Phytolacca poked his head out of the car window and looked back. The young and thin figure was still standing there, facing the empty winding mountain road, all alone.

After passing this card, there were no obstacles in the future. The taxi climbed all the way up the mountain. There were abandoned and dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. There was no light in the dark windows, and a thick layer of dust fell on the windowsills. These houses had been vacant for several years.

The houses in the year are gradually being occupied by animals and plants. In the pre-Advent era, Nanshan was a famous scenic spot. There were towns on the mountain, but now no one lives on the mountain. Everyone has been moved away and resettled. There are all the people who have gone with them.

Spring chicken.

Phytolacca tilted his head to the other side and looked west through the car window.

"Master, let me ask you something. You have been in Chongqing for so many years, have you ever seen that..."

"Are you asking about angels or giant machines?"

"Both."

"I've seen them both."

"when?"

"Yesterday," the driver said lightly, "I saw it yesterday when I drove to the Botanical Garden. It was very far away, but it was big, very big. It was lying on a trailer. Didn't it say it was going to be a drill? They would put it out every time there was a drill.

Drag it out and run around, I think it must be dozens of stories high, red, with four hands, they said the name of that thing is Red Lotus, Rouse, you are a top student at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, do you think that thing can really drive?

?”

"I don't know, I haven't driven it either."

"You can go and see it. Honglian is in Yaowuyao. You will definitely see it if you go there. He will go to the frontline to support you after graduation. It's amazing, young man...I envy you kids, you are young and capable." The driver smacked.

He smacked his lips and said with a hint of envy in his tone, "I don't have the ability, so I can only drive a taxi in the city."

"What's there to envy?"

"Let you choose, drive a taxi or drive a giant weapon, which one do you choose?"

Phytolacca was silent for a few seconds. He did not answer this question. In an era when mankind is destined to fail, it is difficult to say which one is more meaningful.

If you must choose, why not choose to drive a giant machine and rent it?

Phytolacca continued to cast his gaze out the window. He could not see the other side of the mountain. However, there were rumors circulating recently that Seraph was found nearby. Everyone had received the exercise notice issued by the war zone, which meant that the rumors were very likely.

That may be correct, another angel has arrived.

This may not be a good time to report.

Maybe on the first day of his Philharmonic report, he would be among the 6,418,667,421 people who died at the coming of angels, and there was no way he could even make up the whole number.

Looking at it this way, those who died in round numbers are really lucky.

But which day will be a good time to report? This is a ridiculous era when humans drove giant machines to garrison cities and angels patrolled the wasteland. If it didn't really happen, Phytolacca would suspect that all mankind is doing something.

A weird and long nightmare, in which every day is terrible.

If you die, just die. After all, you are a martyr. When the time comes, the years of your birth and death will be engraved on your tombstone in the Martyrs Cemetery in the Botanical Garden:

"August 27, 1992 - August 26, 2016."

Phytolacca suddenly remembered that tomorrow was his birthday, so he dismissed the idea from his mind.

You can't die tomorrow.

The taxi continued to drive up the mountain. Shanglu looked ahead. Tomorrow he would be 24 years old. He was lucky enough to live for another year in this world. Shanglu hoped that his 24th birthday would be a good start, at least.

Next, the 151 support base that is about to welcome me will be a decent birthday gift given to me by fate.

With a click, the taxi ran over another speed bump.

Shangluca counted silently in his mind.

This is the twenty-second bend up the mountain.
Chapter completed!