If you don't animate, you will die

Chapter 204 Three People (Human 3)
This memory also ends, and the camera returns to Huatong's current body again.

Smoothbore first looked at a few photos carefully, then wrote some plans, and then drove a very old Santana to check out the locations according to the addresses on the photos.

The first thing he went to was Chunhua Square. He found the person in the photo without much effort. The homeless man was rummaging for something in the trash can. Then, he pulled out a bulging garbage bag from inside and started to carry it alone. Walk to a bench.

The homeless man took out a box of barely touched lunch, the kind of big box where vegetables and rice are distributed, a ham sausage with only one bite, a few pieces of basically intact bread, and half a bottle of Coke.

The homeless man produced a small aluminum spoon from the pocket of his dirty coat, ate his dinner slowly, and threw the rest of it back in the trash.

Huabo looked around, the city lights around the square were just on, and Huabo kept scanning his surroundings, he muttered to himself: "In the past, there were a lot of beggars here, no wonder he can eat enough now."

He looked at the photo in his hand again, "Could it be that other homeless people have been processed? There are a lot of people missing here."

Smoothbore then found the address on the second photo.

Under the bridge hole of a traffic bridge on the edge of the city, there is a shack built with waste tiles and cardboard boxes, with dim lights shining through it.

Smoothbore carefully pushed open the cracked door of the shack and poked his head in. Unexpectedly, he entered a colorful world. It turned out that the shack was full of oil paintings of different sizes, forming another layer of walls.

Following a puff of smoke, Smoothbore saw the wandering artist. He had long hair, was wearing a ragged T-shirt that was painted with oil paint and was as bulky as a robe, and was smoking an unknown hand-rolled cigarette.

His eyes wandered among his works, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if he was the first time here.

Smoothbore also looked shocked, and the painter's words broke his confusion.

"It's okay, come in."

As the painter said, his eyes were still scanning the paintings, and he didn't glance at the door. His tone was smug, as if this was a palace of an emperor.

After Smoothbore came in, he asked again: "Do you like my paintings?"

Smoothbore looked around, and found that most of the paintings were just a mess of colors, and even the random splash of oil paint on the canvas seemed more rational than them.

But there were a few pictures that were very realistic, and Smoothbore's eyes were quickly attracted to one of them.

What occupies the whole picture is a dry and cracked yellow land, and a few dry plants protrude from the cracks, as if they have been dead for centuries, and in this world, water seems to have never existed.

On this arid land, there is a skull, which is also white with dryness, and the surface is covered with cracks, making people think that it will shatter in the next moment, but from its mouth hole and an eye socket, there are actually growths. There are two living green plants, their verdant verdure, in stark contrast to the drought and death around them.

On the top of one of the plants, there is a delicate flower blooming.

In the other eye socket of this skull, there is actually a living eye. Its clear pupils looked at the sky, and the smooth boobs looked at that eye, unable to say a word for a long time.

"I like this one," said Smoothbore, pointing to the painting.

"This is the second in the "Barrenness" series, do you want to buy it?"

"how much is it?"

"Look at it."

Smoothbore took out his wallet, took out all the hundred-dollar bills inside, and handed them to the painter.

But the artist only took two out of them, and he smiled and said, "It's only worth so much, the painting is yours."

Smoothbore left here, and then started the car. He picked up the third photo and looked at the address on it. The car drove for a while, and then turned off the engine. One of the largest dumps.

Smoothbore took out the binoculars and looked through the windshield among the scavengers at the dump.

A narration introduction also began, and the camera began to change accordingly.

"There are 30 scavengers living on garbage in this metropolis, and they have formed a class, and there is a clear hierarchy within them.

The highest level of waste pickers can enter the high-end villa area, where in the trash cans as exquisite as art sculptures, they can pick up new shirts, socks and bed sheets that are only worn once every day. These things are disposable items here.There are also high-end leather shoes and belts that are only slightly damaged, as well as Havana cigars that are only one-third smoked and high-end chocolates that are only eaten by a dime..."

Following the words of the narration, the camera also changed accordingly. There were scavengers who picked up the things mentioned in the narration.

The narration continued, "But it takes a lot of money to bribe the community security guards to pick up garbage here, so only a few people can come, they are the nobles among the garbage collectors.

The middle class of scavengers are all concentrated in the numerous garbage transfer stations in the city, which is the first concentration of urban garbage, where the most valuable parts of garbage, waste electrical appliances, metals, complete paper products, discarded Medical equipment, discarded expired medicines, etc. have all been picked up.

It's not easy to come in there. Every garbage transfer station is a territory controlled by a garbage leader. Other scavengers enter without authorization. The light ones are beaten and driven away, and the serious ones may lose their lives.The large piles and landfills of garbage that are sent to the outside of the city through the transfer station do not have much "nutrition", but the largest number of people rely on it to survive. They are the bottom of the scavengers, which is what Smoothbore sees now people. "

The ever-changing commentary screen finally stopped, and the display of a corner of the life of urban waste pickers also ended.

The lens returned to the smooth-bore telescope again, and in the two round lenses were some people who were picking up waste. The narrator continued: "What is left for these bottom-level waste pickers are scraps of plastic and scraps that are worthless and difficult to recycle. Paper, etc., and rotten food in the garbage, can be sold to nearby farmers as pig feed at a price of one cent per kilogram..."

A scavenger found a four-legged roast suckling pig, a grouper with only one chopstick, and a whole chicken from the garbage dump...

Many scavengers were smiling happily. Some of them looked in the direction of the distant city in their ragged clothes. Not far away, the metropolis was like a huge bright gem, shining in the dark night. Its light spread here, A shifting twilight coats the fetid mountain of garbage.

At this time, the last sanitation truck transporting garbage arrived that day. When the dump truck tilted up, a group of scavengers rushed up against the landslide-like garbage, and quickly melted into the mountain of garbage in the flying dust.

These people seem to have completed a new evolution, and the stench, toxins, and dust of the garbage mountain seem to have no effect on them.

Smoothbore watched in silence. Under a dim streetlight by the side of the garbage dump, the scavengers were just vague shadows in a group of dust, but Smoothbore quickly found the target he was looking for among them.

Smoothbore found her so quickly, besides relying on his own sharp gaze, there was another most important reason, that is, the crowd at the garbage dump had obviously decreased. Smoothbore shook his head in surprise, and he also got out of the car, smelling Seeing the overwhelming rotten smell, he still didn't change his face.

Huatong picked up the telescope again, and he began to continue to observe his target. At first glance, she was not much different from other scavengers. She had a rope tied around her waist, a large woven bag in her hand, and a long pole on the top. It's just that she looks thinner than others and can't squeeze in front. She can only pick up outside the circle of other scavengers. What she rummages through is already garbage.

Smoothbore put down the binoculars, thought for a moment, and shook his head slightly.

The people she and he saw today came to his mind one by one, a homeless person who was very happy after finding leftovers, a painter who was too poor to live without a fixed place, and a girl who made a living by picking up garbage.

Smoothbore also looked at the city not far away, and the identities of Zhu Hanyang and others began to flash, and the magnificent picture of the five-star hotel appeared in his mind, "Spending so much money, let me kill these people?"

Smoothbore's tone was full of confusion. Suddenly, there was a scream from the garbage dump. Smoothbore saw that the world outside the car was shrouded in blue light. The blue light came from the eastern horizon, where a blue sun was rising rapidly. That is the older brother spaceship that travels to the southern hemisphere.

(End of this chapter)