The roar of Brett's mechanical chariot finally stopped in a slightly dim neighborhood with tall buildings.

After parking the chariot in an inconspicuous street full of spider webs and food and body wreckage stained with various molds, Bret breathed a sigh of relief and groped into a pocket near the Guard's "Longsword Hammer" medal.

Then, he took out a pocket watch with a copper color.

By gently pressing the machine button at the top, the glass cover with blurred stains on the pocket watch was easily opened by Brett, revealing the carefully crafted hour, minute and second hands inside, and a dial with a few mechanical gears exposed inside.

"It's seven o'clock in the evening, Wright." Brett's mellow voice floated into Wright's ears.

"Yes, it's getting late. But along the way I only saw the scenery of the city, and I didn't see any human beings, or... even the lost and the unintentional ones." Wright suddenly sighed.

"No matter what, no one is always a good thing. It is also a good thing if only unintentional people are. After all, they can speak with fists and weapons. If we win, we will move forward, and if we lose, we will change. If the loser is better, after all, they are enemies, just fight to the death. If it is human beings... I shouldn't say this from the education and moral level I received, but I still need to consider the problem like this." Brett lowered his head, thought for a few seconds, and said:

"Humans are dangerous creatures, especially in places where they are lost or are about to lose control of the empire. In fact, now that I think about it, this place is not bound by any imperial laws. The 'Site Hunter' and the Lost are conscious creatures that will definitely attack us on the surface, and those of our own legions may also be the source of danger. After all, I have heard that many legions' personnel have only about 10 yuan in SGD a month, which is impossible to even replace weapons."

"That's really too few, and I seem to have heard Molos chatting when I was in Migoff. The non-staff employees hired by the Legion and the city were even lower, only S$6-8, and even some small cities only S$5, so it's probably a problem to buy food." Wright added.

"This is still a small problem. Many of the non-staff and some low-level legions were infected by the unintentional virus, but they could not be identified as psychopaths. Some may have stronger combat capabilities, but it is difficult to enter big cities, and they can only survive in out-of-city areas and small cities. Many of them have basic stubborn diseases, and some still need to take care of elderly people and hungry children. They themselves, they don't know one day that their bodies will be filled with burning fluid because of the virus, and they will be executed as unintentional people." Bret stared at the sky that gradually turned orange and sighed:

"Actually, they envy those factory workers who work in three shifts, at least they don't have to put themselves in danger. The journal "Imperial Medicine" once published an article in which statistics were made. Most people living in cities were 50-70 years old. Of course, if the data does not count the superpowers, they are strictly considered not humans." Bret teased a little.

"Not a human, haha, not a human." Wright laughed twice, then came to an abrupt end.

After all, he is now a supernatural being.

"Yes, not human." Brett repeated in a low voice and continued:

"I just mentioned the lifespan of humans in cities, right? The report also counts the average lifespan of legions and guards in various places, about 40-60 years old. This is a formally organized soldier, that is, you and me. Those non-staff members are generally 25-30 years old, and at most 35 years old will die. Even if they are willing to survive by chance, they will be expelled from the city and wander into scattered villages in various places. Some small towns bear low wages and heavy physical labor that tortures the body."

"It's really... miserable, it reminds me of a proverb." Wright's black eyes briefly became dim, and then he scratched the black hair behind his head and said:

"Survival of the fittest, and the fittest survive. Both humans and nature follow similar laws, but the laws of humans are called law and order, and the laws of nature are called survival and reproduction. Right, Brett?"

"That's right." Bret nodded slightly.

Then, he suddenly laughed twice, then turned his head with a smile on his lips, trying to relieve the heaviness caused by the problem just now.

"Do you want to see this pocket watch, Wright? This is a thing left to me by my mother, a famous craftsman in the empire. At that time, my mother wanted to inlay some diamonds, but I said that the thing is made of the same material as coal, which is almost the same for industrial cutting. It is better to use gold to make some alloys. You know, gold is a brilliant product created by the Creator's dream, but He likes to play pinball games, so that the planet made of gold will break and float into every corner of the universe. Gold is romantic and a sacred product."

Brett said, holding the pocket watch in the middle of his wide and heavy palms and handing it to Wright.

"Romantic stuff, no wonder I saw the light of gold in my pocket watch," Wright echoed.

He looked at the pocket watch belonging to Brett carefully. The surface was made of copper and shines with a bronze luster. Although the glass surface was turbid, it looked very smooth to touch.

There is a circle of tulip patterns carved with thin lines around the front glass. On the back, it is a double-headed eagle pattern representing the empire, and the name written in the Sunnese Empire at the bottom - "Bret Klein".

"The material and style of this pocket watch..." Wright murmured in a low voice.

He looked at the front of the glass and suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

Is it a sense of déjà? Or did you really encounter this in a dream?

There seems to be a bit of sporadic reminder in the fragments of his incomplete memory. In the wasteland world, especially in the Sunnese Empire, pocket watches are one of the symbols of identity and status, just as noble women like diamonds that symbolize love, while noble men generally like pocket watches.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! People in the Steam Age generally regard time as money. After all, the continuous operation of factory machines can bring continuous and considerable profits to factory owners. If you have a pocket watch that symbolizes your identity, you can always calculate how long your machine has been running and how much money you have made. It is an excellent thing to immerse yourself in it.

Of course, due to the collapse of order in the early days of the New Yuan Dynasty, the empire adopted military and economic control measures, and all industrial production was assigned to the empire and the committees of each city, which led to the collective bankruptcy of the factory owners.

In addition to those hanging on street lights, most of them silently climbed into abandoned buildings and chose to go to the underworld to continue their business.

But in the past two hundred years, as the empire gradually restored order, the factory owners and entrepreneurs have returned, returning to this empire that they intoxicated and loved very much.

After shaking his slightly sleepy head hard and yawned deeply in a sharp voice, Wright felt that his previous intimacy and familiarity with the pocket watch were just a sense of déjà vu.

Since it is a dream, according to a book about dreams in the previous world, "Analysis of Dreams", I must have had a subconscious attention to pocket watches in the newspaper or in conversation with other imperial soldiers, and then extended to the dream.

After all, in addition to always paying attention to things that are particularly concerned about, some intentions that appear in dreams will also be something you subconsciously pay attention to, and sometimes you won’t pay special attention to.

Opening the cover of the watch, Wright took a look at the time, Wright handed the watch back to Bret and said with a little resentment:

"I seem to have almost forgotten your noble status, haha. This watch is so beautiful, I want to own one too. But then again, it's 7:15 now, we have to find a room to settle down. Since this place has been abandoned and not under the jurisdiction of the imperial law, why don't we live wherever we want?"

"That's not." Brett took the pocket watch and put it in his uniform top pocket, saying with confidence:

"This is the place I'm optimistic about. I just said that we should spend the night near the lake as much as possible. Now it seems that the buildings here are preserved intact, and there are not many traces of invasion by plants. Wright, do you know that when you and Miyou were on the way, Molos warned me not to spend the night at the city ruins."

"Why?" Wright looked out the window at the tall buildings that were old and dark, but had a complete appearance.

"He said that most of the here are wreckage, and the houses are shaky. In addition to regularly injecting the sequential No. 15 drug, be careful not to be infected by the unintentional virus, he also has to worry about the collapse of the house. Moreover, those "site hunters" will kidnap us imperial soldiers at any time in exchange for ransom. To be honest, I was indeed worried at the beginning. After all, to complete a task assigned by the Socratic Committee, we must stay in the city for at least one or two days. But now I feel that Molos is either too cautious or old, and the information is not dilapidated at all, but is full of life, right?" Brett said with a "but that" smile.

"Yes, yes, you're right." Laita said in three consecutive words:

"And apart from a few chariots, there were no traces of other humans along the way. The so-called site hunters may not focus on the inside of the site, but on the periphery. After all, fighting in the city is restricted by terrain factors and is very complicated. Once a battle is fought, it is very likely to turn into a street battle, turning into... a game of cats and mice. If it is outside the site, it is a head-on confrontation, and there is no chance to escape."

As Wright spoke, his lost man Youlan from the 4th rank he met a day ago, and the "hope" sandworm he summoned after releasing his evil soul.

It is indeed a head-on battle, both sides are hurt and lose and lose.

"Your analysis is not unreasonable. So I plan to go to the building on the left. I took a quick look just now and it was about seven or eight floors tall.

And on the top floor, you can overlook the entire lake surrounded by steel. To be honest, this area should be the residential area of ​​the past. Apart from the "Tower of Volga", there are not many outrageously high buildings. If there are really hunters in the ruins, the roar of their vehicles can be captured in time, and the group of "Loess Vultures" can't enter the building, haha."

Brett said, completely shutting down the mechanical chariot, and kicking the key that looked like a small silver sword into the pocket of the tactical trousers, then pulled open a small storage compartment near the seat and took out a pure black mask.

After wearing it, Bret turned around and asked Wright:

"Do you and Miyou also need to wear masks? The remaining two were originally prepared by Molos for himself, but now they are cheaper."

"I don't want it." Wright refused firmly:

"I'd rather not want Molos's stuff, give it to Miyou. By the way, I see that you didn't wear this thing even when you got off the car just now, why do you remember now?"

"The unintentional virus will be affected by the sun, which is the basic common sense. Anyway, you were erased by them in the Lost Swamp before, and it should have affected other memories, right? I don't mind giving you some more science." Bret coughed twice and continued:

"The unintentional virus will be affected by the sun. The concentration is the strongest at sunrise, and it will basically drop to a point where it will not harm ordinary people at noon.

But as dusk arrives, the virus concentration will rise exponentially in just one hour. After full night, even if exposed to the air for only fifteen minutes, it will be enough to infect humans who have not been injected with the drug.

So, of course, you don’t have to wear it. Miyou is the same, but I can’t. I am just an ordinary human without any supernatural powers.”

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's true." Wright nodded in a vague way.

"Wake up Miyou. He has been sleeping for most of the day. He will definitely be full of energy after the sun sets completely. The work of vigil is perfect for him. After all, humans are suitable for action during the day, and the blood clans are their special session. There is also that woman. If she is willing to get off the car, she will take her upstairs. If she doesn't want to, leave some food and lock it in the car." Bret arranged the order.

"No problem." Wright agreed, turning his head to look at Miyou who was curled up in the corner, shaking his body and shouting:

"Miyou, wake up, we're at the Dunusk ruins."

"Oh, Wright...Brother." Mi You's voice was a little low, with a little cold breath.

Immediately afterwards, he coughed slightly, turned his body, staring at Wright with his eyes that had become blood-red at some point, with scarlet liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he responded in a speechless manner:

"Have you arrived...had you arrived?"

"Uh, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Wright looked at Miyou worriedly, stretched out his right hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"No, it's okay, it's just...replenished some...energy." Miyou tilted her head and dodged, explaining, showing an apology smile.

It was precisely because of this smile that his mouth opened, and a "energy" that had not yet been swallowed was flowing out from the gaps of his teeth, which were intertwined with scarlet and dark yellow, and all fell on the military-green uniform tops, uniform trousers, and cushions of the chariot seats, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Then, he looked at Leit awkwardly, quickly swallowed half of the "energy" in his mouth, and wiped the area contaminated by scarlet matter randomly.

"Brett just asked you if you wear a mask, I don't think it's necessary. You are a blood clan, the loser, and you will definitely not be affected by the unintentional virus. I suggest you don't drink secretly next time you bought from the underground market... Uh, energy, how good is it to be open and upright, so you won't be embarrassed. After all, I haven't seen any scenes of the Imperial soldiers performing missions everywhere? Brett." Wright turned to look at Brett and shouted:

"I think Miyou and I are ready. Otherwise, let Miyou ask the woman who [Prayer] would like to follow me. If she doesn't want to, you give Miyou the key. Should we go up first and set up a temporary residence?"

"I think it's OK." Bret nodded, threw the keys of the chariot to Miyou, and opened the door of the chariot with Wright, and stepped on the hard and dirty street ground.

Wright subconsciously glanced over a broken sign beside him with "No. 24, Yongji District" written in Sunnese Empire, and looked up at the huge, golden and orange-red sun.

Against the setting sun, the dim streets seem to have a little more "bloody" brightness, and the entire city ruins seem to have become an oil painting painted with golden pigments or red pigments that makes people feel deeply trembling.

This reminded Wright of an ancient legend circulating in the previous world:
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