Sentinel is not good

The wind finally stopped. Song Shi huddled under the blanket and called his parents for a long time, but no one responded.

There was only wind and sand around, and the sound of rolling sand and stone was amplified infinitely.Where there is war, there are refugees. The refugees live in the desert and migrate around to avoid natural disasters. But there is never a day as quiet as today. When they wake up, there is no one around.

Refugees are used to living in groups, everyone lives together, pitches tents, and changes places after a few months or weeks.Song Shi wakes up every day to hear his parents arguing, the mothers-in-law in the tent next door exchanging knitting for canned food, and occasionally someone comes to ask and touch him.

They asked their parents how many cans the blind bauble sold.

Sell?Song Shi could only hide in the tent with his big empty eyes open.He couldn't see clearly and was born visually disabled.The field of vision is very dark gray, and people can only see the outline, like a rough silhouette.

How terrible the invisible world is, no one can know, full of unknowns and fears.But the feeling of no one around was even more frightening, so Song Shi could only touch the ground with his hands and kept calling his father and mother, but no one responded to him.

There is no one left.

"Dad? Mom?" His voice was very hoarse. He obviously drank a big bowl of water before going to bed, but now he was working like hell, so he had to stand up and feel around, only to find that the tent was gone, and he was sleeping on the open space .

What's going on here?What about them?What about people?Song Shi fumbled around, ignoring the blanket, stepping on the sand surface to find someone.

His leg was very painful. He didn't know what kind of injury he had suffered, but he felt that his ankle was broken.I am disabled, and my parents sometimes vent their anger on me. Those men who want to trade cans for themselves will occasionally get into the tent and pinch themselves.As soon as I hide, those people laugh, laughing so scary.

I couldn't see clearly, the wind was about to blow again, Song Shi walked around in the wind and sand, and couldn't find anyone.He knew that his parents often quarreled because of him, there was not enough food, and he couldn't see him, which was a burden to the refugee camp.

Although I am only 6 years old, I already know a lot of things. I heard from others that the rotation of the earth is slowing down, and it started 200 years ago.After the sudden slowing of the rotation, each day becomes 27 hours.

It's just such a slowdown, the atmosphere that rotates synchronously with the earth can't keep up, forming a natural disaster climate and violent storms.

The violent storm destroyed all the cities on the earth at that time, and razed human civilization to the ground.Immediately afterwards, the seawater crazily flowed into the poles, and most of the earth turned into deserts.

The surviving humans cast steel into mobile bases, each as big as a city, and fought for resources.They have advanced weapons, some are sentinels, some are guides.

Song Shi couldn't understand these words. He only knew that half of the people on the earth would awaken when they were adults, and only after awakening would they be eligible to enter the mobile base.

The other half of ordinary people who cannot awaken become refugees.

His parents were both refugees. On the day he was born, he just caught up with a violent storm. His mother hid in an underground bunker and gave birth to him, saying that there were rocks falling from the sky that day.

But Song Shi didn't know what they looked like at all, and he couldn't see the road clearly. He was looking for people in the desert wearing ragged clothes.His throat was sore, but no one responded, he couldn't move anymore, the sun above his head wanted to melt him.

"Father? Mom?" Song Shi squatted down holding his bruised knees, touched a waist-high weed, and hurriedly crawled in.There are beasts in the desert, a little half-blind, the only way to survive is to hide.

No one, no one responded, Song Shi huddled in the grass and wrapped his clothes around his body.He was too tired, and after experiencing tension and fear in his small body, only exhaustion remained.

It was as if there was a hand in his body, pulling him down, making him continue to sleep without knowing anything.

When he woke up again, Song Shi was awakened by something wet and steaming.It was still dark, he was cold, stretched out his slender arms full of scars to instinctively look for a heat source, and immediately hugged the hot one.

It was very hot, very warm, and I couldn't feel what it was for a while. Song Shi's eyesight was very poor, but he was used to touching it. He touched it carefully with his hands, and found a lot of bristles, like the blankets that mothers-in-law put up outside the tent to bask in the sun. son.He touched again and found two pointed ears.

Then there is a very long nose with two nostrils.

Has fangs.

The hot air sprayed onto Song Shi's small face, and there was still a bloody smell.He shrank back in fright, and saw the silhouette of a wild beast.It moved quickly, sniffing around itself, as if deciding from which direction to bite, and ate itself.

Another dark silhouette came over, Song Shi stretched out his hand towards him as if asking for help, and called out in a low voice: "Dad?"

But after shouting, he regretted it. This can't be Dad, and he doesn't even know if he is a human being.Humans walk on their legs, but this shadow is not like a human being.

In the next second, he was grabbed by the arm with great strength and bluntness. Regardless of whether the thorns and weeds scratched him or not, he was dragged out directly.

"It hurts, it hurts, I hurt." Song Shi now knew that it was someone who was pulling him, because he grabbed it with his hand, but that hand was not big.He was behaving strangely, pulling himself out of the grass and dragging himself all the way.

Like dragging prey.

Those blood-smelling noses are by my side, never leaving.Song Shi cried out in pain and was dragged for tens of meters.The sand and gravel scratched his skin and nearly cut his pants.Suddenly, the savage tugging ceased, as if finally letting go of its tortured prey.

Song Shi got up in a jerk, squatted and retreated, and bumped into someone's leg again.

"Hey, what did your wolf cub find?" Zhang Mu said to Fan Yu.He is tall, with a broad face and a green stubble. He wears the clothes of the refugees, but there is a red armband on the left shoulder. He is the leader of the refugees.

Fan Yu is shorter than him, wearing a black monocular eyepatch, Cyclops, one eye is blind, he took a sip: "Don't mention it, picking him up from the wolves is nothing, yesterday I Wanting to eat him like a wolf, the little bastard almost didn't fight me."

Beside his legs, a naked boy was on all fours, circling around Song Shi like a wolf.From time to time, he sniffed it with his nose, causing Song Shi to hide in fright, but he couldn't see that Song Shi was afraid, so he was very curious, so he leaned closer.

Not far away, dozens of desert wolves followed them, only getting close to the naked boy and not to other humans.

Fan Yu got angry when he saw the boy, stepped on it, and kicked him.The boy is about 8 years old, and he was picked up for more than half a year. His biological parents should have been eaten by wolves, but he was raised by wolves as a cub, drank wolf milk, migrated with wolves to avoid natural disasters, and ate raw meat.Didn't learn any human habits.

He doesn't look like a kind face, with high browbones, deep eye sockets, and a pointed face. He definitely has the blood of a minority.He was black and thin, with disheveled hair hanging down to his shoulder blades. On the day he was picked up, several adult men went to bed together, and they barely restrained him and took a bath to check that his body was not parasitized by sand mosquitoes.

I just learned to walk upright last month, but I am still used to crawling and running.He was so wolf-like, with tense muscles, he followed the wolves hunting for three days and three nights and ran non-stop. He could understand human conversations and occasionally uttered a few words.

Eat and sleep with the wolves, don't wear clothes, and scream at the moon at night.

Zhang Mu knew why Fan Yu was in a bad mood. Fan Yu was in poor health and fierce. No woman would share a tent with him, so he had no children.Picking up this wolf cub was just to raise him up for his retirement.

If this wolf boy is not protected by wolves, Fan Yu may kill him and eat him.There is no way, food is too scarce, and people are inhumane under extreme circumstances.

As the leader of the refugee camp, he can't control some things.

"Tell the fuck you to find wild rabbits, what the hell are you looking for?" Fan Yu kicked the boy again.The boy ran away on all fours like a beaten beast, and came back after a while, circling the prey he had just found.

He sniffed him like a wolf, trying to tell what it was that he picked up.

Song Shi was so frightened that he was dumbfounded, looking around blindly with his big and beautiful black eyes.He understood that the boy who surrounded him came from the pack of wolves.

The pointed nose that spouted hot air just now was a wolf.

"It's pretty." Fan Yu wanted to leave, but suddenly squatted down, looked at him carefully, and grabbed the boy's face, "What's his name?"

There was a big rough hand on his face, Song Shi resisted instinctively; "Who are you? I want to find... Mom and Dad..."

"Ask you something!" Fan Yu pinched the boy's chin, "I don't understand!"

The naked wolf cub beside him suddenly rushed over and bumped Fan Yu with his head.Fan Yu was nearly 30 years old, more than enough to deal with an 8-year-old child, and kicked him a few meters away.

The boy fell to the ground, covered in sand.But he didn't feel the pain at all, rolled on the ground like a little wolf, squatted again, grasped the ground with both hands and lowered his body, wrinkled his nose towards Fan Yu.

There was also a threatening growl in his throat.

It's just that he is too young, and this roar is still very immature, without any threat.

But the pack of wolves lying down not far away all stood up.

Song Shi only felt his body crooked, and was lifted up.He tried to take a few steps forward, tripped over a rock, and fell again with a plop.He was picked up again, and his face was pinched again.

"I said why was it thrown away." Fan Yu looked at this face carefully with a cigarette in his mouth, "Such a good-looking child, shouldn't, dare to be fucking blind."

"I'm not blind. I wasn't thrown!" Song Shi looked around helplessly, his thin body trembling constantly, "I can see...my name is Song Shi, can you take me to find...my parents Is it? Please."

Next to him, the naked boy tilted his head to listen to him, and the growl disappeared.

Fan Yu smiled and made up his mind.Such a beautiful little thing, it's hard to tell what it will be like when it grows up, there is no woman to sleep with him, even a man. "I can't find it! Your parents threw you away, and you will come with us in the future."

What?Did Mom and Dad really throw themselves away?impossible.Song Shi didn't believe it, he shook his head and ran back, but fell a big somersault after running a few steps.This time, no man came to carry him, instead, it was the boy just now who threw himself under his neck to sniff.

When he breathed, it was like that wolf.

"Don't run away, you will follow us in the future, the name Song Shi won't be used anymore." Fan Yu walked over, with wrinkles blown out by the wind and sand for a long time on his face, "Change your name, I'll fucking raise you up, When you grow up, you have to know how to repay me."

Song Shi sat on the ground with bare feet, unable to imagine that he would be abandoned by his parents when he woke up.They left, packed up their tents, and moved with the refugee camp. They didn't bring themselves with them, so they left themselves, who couldn't see clearly, in the desert to fend for themselves.

"My surname is Song, what's your name..." Fan Yu was not well-educated, "It's called..."

"Pick it up." The boy propped up his arms and kept smelling Song Shi's eyes, gasping for breath, as if he was smelling emotions.He is not very good at speaking yet, he is struggling to pronounce words, and his expression is exhausted, but he said again: "I, Song Jian, picked it up."

Song Shi cried and grabbed forward: "My name is not Song Jian, my name is Song Shi... Can you take me to find my parents? Please, I want to go home."

"Pick it up." The boy clapped his hand vigorously without any hesitation, "I picked it up."