Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Celeste still only saw the boundless wasteland in front of him. Exhaustion, hunger and thirst made him stop and rest in frustration.

When his breathing finally calmed down a bit, his hearing, which was better than ordinary people, seemed to hear some movement vaguely.

Celeste approached the source of the sound softly, looked down from a dirt slope, and saw a few people as dirty as groundhogs carefully advancing on the wasteland, looking around from time to time, Like a group of herbivores cautiously avoiding predators.

Celeste didn't know what kind of power they belonged to, but he had to ask for help. Even if he fell into the hands of the True God Cult because of this, the chance of surviving was much better than continuing to wander in the wasteland.

He poked his head out, and just shouted: "Hey..." Those people suddenly jumped up, and several guns were aimed at him.

"Don't be nervous, I have no malicious intentions." Celeste spread his hands to indicate that he had no weapons.

"Who are you?" the leader asked.

He speaks Chinese.

Of course Celeste understands Chinese, and can speak it as fluently as he has spoken his mother tongue for decades, because his knowledge base that popped out of nowhere also includes all languages.

Seeing that those people were typical oriental people with black hair and black eyes, Celeste said in Chinese: "Is this China?"

Those people looked at each other, looking at him with crazy eyes.

"I accidentally fell here, can you help me?" Celeste asked as politely as possible.

"He must be a spy of the True God Sect!" The leader with an obvious scar on his left eye stared at him nervously and said, "We can't let him find out where the entrance is!"

"This is a misunderstanding, I'm not a spy." Celeste quickly explained.

"Zhang Lin, how can you conclude that he is a spy? I don't think he looks that good." A person next to him said.

"It's better to kill by mistake than to let it go. After all, we bear the lives of hundreds of people!" Zhang Lin pulled the bolt of the gun.

The hairs all over Celeste's body stood on end, and he once again entered that familiar and strange state. Every slight movement of the opponent, the angle of the muzzle, and all factors affecting the ballistic trajectory of the surrounding environment were all affected. It was quickly calculated in his mind.

Although Celeste's motor nerves have never been very good, in this emergency, he still avoided the bullet with the best posture without any extra movements, and ran down a few steps to hide behind the mound .

Zhang Lin fired three shots in a row and was dodged. He blamed the guys in the same company a little angrily: "Keep your eyes open. If it is not a professionally trained spy, can you have such a skill? Why don't you hesitate?" What, we must not let him leave here alive! The two of you outflank, follow me."

Those people clenched the weapons in their hands, and slowly leaned over with some hesitation. Celeste lay on the back of the mound and gasped. He didn't understand how these people had such hostility towards strangers. , If he didn't even give him time to explain, he would kill someone to silence him.

Reasoning obviously didn't make sense, and he didn't have any self-defense weapons at hand. Celeste grabbed a slightly larger stone and prepared to fight to the death with his purely theoretical fighting knowledge.

At this moment, he heard a voice that he had never heard before, but he felt inexplicably familiar. It seemed that other people were attracted by the gunshots and stopped their further actions: "What are you doing? It's not that you can't say no." Did you shoot casually?"

"General Fang." Zhang Lin said, "We found a spy of the True God Sect, and we had no choice but to shoot to prevent him from escaping."

"I'm not a spy!" Celeste quickly seized the opportunity to defend himself, "He's going to kill me as a spy without even giving him a chance to explain."

The general surnamed Fang said, "Come out."

Celeste thought for a while, and it was obvious that there was no chance of winning if he held on to a stone, so he dropped the stone and stood up.

The first time he saw "General Fang", Celeste felt that he might have traveled through time and space. The person standing in front of him was simply a vicissitudes version of Fu Yunlan. When I was ten years old, and my life was a bit more difficult, it would probably be like this now.

But the way that man looked at him clearly showed that he didn't know Celeste.

Fang Jingyu looked Celeste up and down, and said, "He will not be a spy, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, let's go."

"But..." Zhang Lin wanted to say something, but Fang Jingyu interrupted him directly, "Don't talk nonsense, you may have caused real danger by shooting blindly, and the operation must end early."

"...Yes." Zhang Lin seemed a little unconvinced, but he had to obey Fang Jingyu's order.

When they were about to walk back, Celeste chased after him clutching the wound on his arm: "Wait, this is the end? Your subordinates wanted to kill me without saying a word, and they almost succeeded, but you Just say 'I made a mistake' and it's over?"

Maybe it was because Fang Jingyu was so much like Fu Yunlan, Celeste felt extra angry at his cold reaction.

Fang Jingyu looked at the mixed-race boy who stood upright in front of him with some doubts, waiting for him to give an explanation, and was also a little speechless: "I'm sorry."

"If an apology is useful, there is no need for war." Celeste is in a particularly bad mood now.

Fang Jingyu frowned and said, "I can give you some food as compensation...you can't ask for more."

"General..." Zhang Lin wanted to stop Fang Jingyu from wasting precious food, but Fang Jingyu interrupted again: "Shut up, this matter is entirely your fault, I will deal with you when I go back."

Fang Jingyu took a few packs of simple-looking compressed biscuits from his backpack and handed them to Celeste, but Celeste didn't take them. He covered the wound on his arm and said, "I don't want food, what I need is medical care and medical treatment. Shelter, you take me back."

Fang Jingyu hesitated for a while with some doubts, and a hurried whistle sounded from somewhere around him, and his expression changed immediately: "Let's go!"

Everyone quickly ran in one direction, and Celeste quickly followed.

During the period, several people came from other directions and joined their team. The crowd stopped in a sunken wasteland. Celeste couldn't see what was there at all, only saw Zhang Lin drying up. After digging a few times on the deserted land, a doorknob was dug out, and then several people went up to help together, and raised an iron door that was like a manhole cover, allowing only one person to pass through.

The sand slipped down through the cracks in the door, and people of the same color as the mud had already filed in and entered the steps behind the door. Fang Jingyu was the last to walk. It was dark until someone flipped a pull-wire light switch.

Fang Jingyu struggled to twist a round valve, and locked the iron door firmly. He turned around and asked, "Take a count, have everyone returned?"

It seems that until this time, people didn't realize that there seemed to be one more person who came back.

"Why did this kid get in here too?" Zhang Lin pulled the bolt of the gun, "We can't let him enter the base!"

"Why?" Celeste knew that Zhang Lin couldn't be reasonable. He looked at Fang Jingyu, who was very similar to Fu Yunlan, and said, "There are not many surviving humans. Not only do you not help the victims, but you also plan to save them." Killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

Fang Jingyu always felt that Celeste looked at him with an indescribable sense of disobedience. He suppressed Zhang Lin's gun and said to Celeste, "We will not hurt you, but you have to tell him first." Us, who are you and why are you here?"

"I was the only survivor when the plane crashed while I was flying overhead."

"You are not a person who is good at lying." Fang Jingyu said as he walked deep into the passage, "Tell me the truth."

Celeste followed him step by step: "The truth sounds more like a lie than a lie, and you won't believe it when you tell it."

"You talk about it first."

"I am the emperor of the Federal Republic of Earth. I was going to the American continent by plane, but the Devourer attacked my plane with a certain ability based on four-dimensional space technology, so I ended up in this place for no reason. You know The Devourer? It is the thing called God by the True God Sect. It is actually a very powerful alien civilization and our common enemy."

Fang Jingyu stopped and looked at Celeste again. The experience of being almost buried alive made Celeste look very embarrassed, covered in dust, and the original straight military uniform was worn out in several places. The blood stains seemed to be dug out from some garbage dump, and there were blood scabs that had solidified after abrasions on his face. A piece was shaved off to make him look extra funny.

Fang Jingyu didn't say anything, but his expression clearly said everything. Celeste said a little unhappy, "I knew you wouldn't believe me when I told the truth."

Fang Jingyu was noncommittal, but just stretched out his hand to ring the doorbell on the wall at the end of the passage, and pressed it long and short according to a certain pattern, but Zhang Lin said beside him, "Unexpectedly, he is still a lunatic."

Celeste didn't bother to argue with this person, but kept looking at Fang Jingyu with curious eyes, wondering if this could be Fu Yunlan's relatives?

Unless there is a blood relationship, it is hard to believe that there will be two people who look so similar in the world, but asking Fang Jingyu directly will obviously not yield any results. Fu Yunlan grew up in an orphanage in Kansas, USA. His name It was Fu Yuanshan who named it for his unborn child who didn't know whether it was a boy or a girl, and this somewhat neutral name was used on him by accident.

Perhaps Fang Jingyu has heard of Fu Yunlan's name from other channels. After all, He Xiao has been using all possible ways to promote the Federation of the Earth around the world a few months ago. Celeste, then he probably wouldn't know who Fu Yunlan was.

After Fang Jingyu rang the doorbell, a while later, Celeste heard a tooth-sickening sound of metal rubbing, and the metal door at the end of the passage slowly opened.

Behind the metal door is a brightly lit dungeon. Many dirty and dilapidated people live in this narrow and cramped underground kingdom. Most of them are yellow people with black hair and black eyes, and there are also a few white people with high noses and deep eyes. People, with a familiar expression on their faces that Celeste used to see when they were in the wasteland, gradually numb from heavy labor and hopeless life.

Zhang Lin said: "General, you have to think about it carefully. This person has an unknown origin and is full of nonsense. It's hard to say what kind of purpose he has. Besides, how can we have extra resources to support a lunatic?"

Fang Jingyu looked at Celeste and said, "If you want to stay in our base and you have to work to get food, what would you do?"

Thurlist replied blankly, "I can fix things, most electronics and machinery."

Zhang Lin sneered: "Listen to him."

Fang Jingyu called someone over: "Take him to Dr. Zhong's for a bandage, and then let him try to repair something."