Stealing Pens: Travelers from the End of the World

"Fuck." Tan Yuchen rolled his eyes, and when he saw Zhang Qiling coming to his side, he reached out to wipe the dust off his hat.

"I'll get a hat to wear next time too."

When Tan Yuchen saw Zhang Qiling looking at his head and bending the corners of his eyes, he knew that he must be dirty now.

He moved his hands harder, trying to stop the man in front of him from laughing.

But Zhang Qiling just closed his eyes and patted the ashes on his head, and said with a gradually obvious smile: "Don't be angry."

Qin Yuchen: "..."

Okay, Tan Yuchen admitted that he had a bit of a temper, but since Zhang Qiling said so, let's forget it.

He lowered his head to let Zhang Qiling help him more easily, and was happy that he didn't have to do it himself:

"Not angry."

Zhang Qiling paused.

The soft hair passed through his fingertips, making Zhang Qiling's eyes darken. He rubbed it casually in a panic, then put down his hand and muttered "hmm".

Zhang Qiling turned his back to Qin Yuchen, suppressed the emotion in his eyes and walked away: "Let's go, look for Wuxie and the others."

"?" Tan Yuchen didn't quite understand why Zhang Qiling was acting like this suddenly. Before he could get rid of the dust on his hair, he plucked it casually twice, "Wait a minute, there's still some on his head."

Hearing what Tan Yuchen said, Zhang Qiling stopped and stood not far away, waiting until he had packed up and walked to his side before continuing to move forward.

Tan Yuchen couldn't figure out the reason for his sudden awkwardness. After all, he had lowered his head just now and didn't see Zhang Qiling's expression. Tan Yuchen wanted to ask, but Zhang Qiling pretended not to hear every time he encountered awkward things, so it seemed like asking was in vain. ask.

Tan Yuchen sighed and decided not to worry about it anymore.

……

In a space filled with large rocks, Wu Xie pulled himself out of the soil, then struggled to pull out his backpack, and then looked around with a flashlight.

The location he was in was in a semi-sealed state, and the way he came was blocked by a few pieces of gravel. There was only a narrow gap on the left side.

"Itchy?"

"Bro!"

"Yu Chen?!" Wu Xie shouted loudly, but received no response. He sighed and had to try to see if he could get through the gap.

Wu Xie stuffed the backpack first, then tightened his belly and burrowed inside.

Fortunately, the gap was not very long, and Wuxie came to another space without much effort.

As soon as he stabilized his body, he was startled by several skeletons on the ground.

He first squatted down and turned over the nearest one. Judging from the broken bones, he must have been crushed to death.

Wuxie thought of what Lao Itchy said, and estimated that these must be some of the twenty or so people.

After rummaging through a few more times, but didn't seem to find anything useful, Wuxie walked towards the only passage.

After walking for almost ten meters, he slipped through a gap again. The environment here was more open than other places. He glanced around and found a body pressed by rocks again.

The corpse was not completely decomposed, with its face facing upwards, half of its body pressed under the stone, and its hands seemed to be pushing the stone hard to escape.

Wuxie moved over cautiously, and broke into a cold sweat when he saw only half of the face left.

There were many fat, white maggots eating the carrion on the rotten corpse with only half of its face left. Wu Xie endured the nausea and squatted down to take a closer look. Looking at that half of the face, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Finally, he was sure of Lao Itch, but quickly denied it because Lao Itch didn't know where he had fallen at this time.

Wu Xie swallowed. He needed proof, so he moved the stone away with great effort, trying to find out who this person was and why the remaining half of his face was so similar to Lao Itch.

He reached into the corpse's pocket and pulled out a diary.

Wu Xie forced herself to calm down and opened the diary that was about to fall apart.

The font of the owner of the diary is relatively childish, probably because he doesn't write often. There are only about a hundred words in each diary. I innocently flipped through a few pages, but the more I read, the more I felt a chill in my back.

The first few articles tell how the owner of the diary and more than a dozen people arrived here three years ago and what difficulties they encountered. Later, they describe some of the problems they encountered.

The owner of the diary said that the collapse was because his teammates were all desperadoes and they tried to kill a giant python when they encountered it. As a result, the explosive exploded and caused a large area to collapse. For this reason, he was trapped in the gap for seven days.

With insufficient food and water, he did not have the strength to move away the rocks that hit him. He was already half asleep due to long-term hunger, and his spirit became increasingly trance...

Wu Xie endured the cold and finished reading the diary. He stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, and looked through the inner pocket of the body again. This time he found a mobile phone and a wallet.

The phone had long since run out of battery, and when I opened my wallet, there was only some money and an ID card inside.

Wuxie took out his ID card. There were three words written on the ID card - Xie Ziyang.

"Xie Ziyang..." Wuxie said the name softly, and it felt familiar.

But before he could think about it, a burst of flashlight light came from behind him, and Lao Itchi's voice called him: "Lao Wu, what are you looking at there?"

Wu Xie put the diary away, took his ID card, looked back at Lao Chi and said, "There is a corpse here for me to take a look at. Do we know anyone named Xie Ziyang?"

"I always feel that this name sounds familiar, but I can't remember who it is for a while. This surname is quite rare..."

Wu Xie said a lot but didn't hear Lao Chu's reply. He looked up strangely.

Lao Itch still stood motionless a dozen steps away from him. His face, which was dimly illuminated by the flashlight, could not be seen clearly, but he could feel that Lao Itch's face was a little pale.