Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

"If the master wants me to analyze the situation and give feasible suggestions directly, I suggest that the master just go for a walk without any effort." Masi said, "Even if you can't shoot a single shot, the town won't Something will happen, the number of bandits is not large, although there will inevitably be some casualties among the townspeople, but the bandits will definitely end up being wiped out in the end. However, if the master continues to perform your perfect stunt, your own condition will be a little bit worse Dangerous."

"Are you saying that I should continue to keep a low profile, but it would be very boring." Celeste walked in an empty alley with a shotgun, "I haven't watched many film and television works, but when I know In all the stories, if the protagonist possesses the power that others do not have, he must have his own special mission. Now I have the knowledge enough to change the world and the supernatural power that I don’t understand, but I can’t use it to become a king Hegemony can’t be used to save the world, but to hide everything deeply and live a life of poverty like an ordinary person, so what’s the point of everything I have?”

"Existence itself is meaning, my master."

"This chicken soup for the soul won't solve any problems."

"If the master wants a 'special mission', there is no need to envy the protagonists in those stories, of course you have your own mission."

"What mission?"

"Alive." Marth said this time particularly succinctly.

"...What kind of 'mission' is this, who is not here to live?"

"Of course, being alive is the premise of everything." Marth said, "On this basis, you need to observe and learn everything around you as much as possible."

"It's unreasonable." Celeste said, "If you talk about observation, your observation must be much more detailed than mine. Besides, I have something to learn. The knowledge I have is hundreds of years ahead of this era. Let alone this Small town, I’m afraid there’s no one in the entire wasteland who knows more than me.”

"Of course, in terms of 'knowledge' alone, no one is qualified to be your teacher." Marth said, "but you can learn things other than knowledge."

"what you mean?"

"Everything, everything you see is something you need to learn," Maas said, "like how people survive in a harsh environment, how to help each other or kill each other, how to interact effectively with each other. Communication, or how to deal with complex interpersonal relationships, etc. Zi once said that three people must have my teacher, there are always new things to learn in this world, and it is not very humble to think that you no longer need to learn."

"... How do I feel that you have made a big circle and are talking nonsense."

"That's just my style, master."

Celeste let out a sigh of relief, and didn't want to talk nonsense with Mars anymore.

He walked out of the alley and came to the main street. The gunshots around him had subsided. As Marth said, the gangsters who rushed into the town had been almost wiped out, and the battle was coming to an end.

Even if Hummingbird Town is now without the protection of the mercenary group, these 20 or so gangsters will not be able to attack it. Rabbits know how to bite people when they are in a hurry. Even the most ordinary workers or homeless people who survive in the wasteland, It is also impossible to have no combat power and will to fight.

Celeste seemed to understand that this was not a well-prepared attack, but a desperate fight under hunger and despair.There is not even a little food to be found in the cold winter wilderness. These gangsters have long lost hope of survival. Instead of being trapped in the cold wilderness and waiting to die, it is better to find a soft persimmon and squeeze it with all your life. Maybe luck It's okay to squeeze it, anyway, even if it fails, it won't make the situation worse, and it will save a few mouths to eat.

Turning an intersection, Celeste saw a figure curled up in the corner, it was obviously a bandit, all the bandits in the wasteland abide by a common custom-they all have very conspicuous faces There are tattoos representing different gangs, weird and exaggerated hairstyles, and uniform clothing if possible, so that people can recognize the difference between them and ordinary people at a distance.

Of course, this is not only a culture and trend, but also has a very practical effect. It ensures that once anyone joins a gangster organization, he will never want to return to a normal life and can only hang out with them, because No gathering place for survivors will accept a person who has been a bandit, which largely eliminates the possibility of escape and mutiny.

Celeste didn't shoot right away, because the gangster was obviously seriously injured, his stomach was covered in blood, and even soaked through his thick cotton coat, his face was pale and blue due to excessive blood loss, and his leg seemed to be broken .

Celeste speculated that he was shot by a bullet when he came down from the city wall, fell from a high place, and then struggled to climb to this deserted corner to die.This gangster is actually very young, maybe less than 20 years old. Although the townspeople have rumored how cruel and terrifying the gangster is, this gangster looks as thin and poor as other young people in the town. He cried Tears were all over his face, and someone walked towards him, but he didn't respond, he just cried weakly: "Mom... woo... Mom..."

When Celeste was thinking about whether he should go over to fix him a shot or call someone else to fix it for him, Mars said through the headset: "Oh, master, I found someone smashing the glass of your house."

Celeste immediately ignored the dying gangster, and ran towards home.

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Fu Yunlan, who was already in a daze, heard the sound of glass being broken, and thought that Celeste accidentally knocked over something. After a while, he felt that someone had come to his room, so he opened the door with difficulty. Eyes: "Surley..."

He stopped after only half a sentence, because the person in front of him was obviously not Celeste. The person was thin and thin, so dirty that he couldn't see his original appearance, but his facial features were familiar. If Fu Yunlan remembered correctly If so, this should be a resident of Hummingbird Town.

The man was eating the food that Celeste had left on the table. Hearing Fu Yunlan's voice, he turned around exaggeratedly like a frightened mouse, and brought a chair down.

Fu Yunlan stared at him sternly: "...Who are you?"

"I, I..." The homeless man's eyes flashed with rodent-like fear, he couldn't utter a complete sentence, and food crumbs were still on the corner of his mouth. He was obviously a fisherman who came to take advantage of the chaos of the bandit invasion He is a very unprofessional thief—he completely forgot about his situation as soon as he saw the food, and he just stuffed the food into his mouth desperately, until Fu Yunlan made a sound, and he suddenly realized There are still people alive in the room.

Many thoughts flashed through that man's mind in an instant - Fu Yunlan knew him, maybe he didn't know his name, but he must remember his face, as long as Fu Yunlan told others, he didn't even need any evidence to prove it The charge of theft.

According to the rules of Hummingbird Town, the lightest punishment for stealing is exile. Being driven out of the town in this kind of weather, he can't even survive a night, let alone what he stole is not good, and he actually stole it from the mercenary group. The long home is coming.

He's dead—unless Fu Yunlan never has the chance to tell the story.

Fu Yunlan instinctively sensed the danger. When he propped himself up and tried to sit up from the bed, the man had already picked up the wrench from the cabinet and slammed it down on Fu Yunlan's head.

Fu Yunlan almost exhausted all his strength before rolling from the bed to the ground, letting the fatal blow miss, and almost fainting again in front of his eyes, the homeless man didn't intend to let him go, so he swung the wrench and lost his head Reckless, he threw it down at Fu Yunlan.

Fu Yunlan didn't have the strength to get up at all, so he could only raise his hand to cover his head, and after a few hard hits, he finally touched the scissors that fell on the ground. During the struggle, he caught the man's ankle and tripped him. The moment he lost his balance and fell down, Fu Yunlan set up the scissors at the right place - he only had this strength.

The homeless man fell on the scissors, and the sharp points of the scissors pierced his ribs through the thin clothes.

The homeless man was stunned. He trembled and tried to pull out the scissors, but he didn't know whether it was because his hands were weak or the scissors were pierced too deeply. He couldn't pull out after several times.

Fu Yunlan was leaning against the foot of the bed, seemingly unable to move, but the pair of wolf-like eyes on his blood-stained face were still staring at him without blinking.

The tramp was finally starting to feel scared.

Even if this battle-hardened man in front of him was seriously injured and dying, he could still be killed. How could a guinea pig fight a wolf?

The homeless man leaned on the wall, dragging his limp legs and backed away in panic, trying to escape. He managed to move himself outside the house, then fell limply on the ground and stopped breathing.

Before dying, he saw a boy with golden brown hair running towards this side quickly.

Celeste only had time to glance at the homeless man lying on the ground with scissors stuck in his chest, and ran into the house without stopping, and stopped suddenly at the door of Fu Yunlan's room.

Fu Yunlan's head and face were covered with blood, and she lay on the side of the bed with her eyes closed, motionless.

Celeste was stunned for more than ten seconds.

He didn't know fear, he didn't know sadness, he just felt empty in his heart, as if an infinitely small but infinitely large black hole appeared, and his whole being was gradually being swallowed up.

Finally, he moved his feet, walked over slowly, and reached out to touch Fu Yunlan's carotid artery.

A weak pulse came through his fingertips, Fu Yunlan was still alive.

The black hole disappeared, and he turned back into the calm and emotionless boy. Celeste carried Fu Yunlan to the bed, treated the wound on his head briefly, and then rushed to find a doctor.