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Fatty stood among the ruins, dazed for a while.

Familiar land, familiar piles of debris, familiar rags, familiar smells, familiar everything—and the only strangers are myself standing here, and the blond deacon who is inseparable behind me.

Fatty never thought he would miss District [-] so much.Humans are such a fucking cheap creature.The fat man thought cursingly, when he was still struggling in the seventh district, he had thought countless times to escape from the seventh district, escape from this rotten-smelling slum - or mix in the first few districts, or leave altogether Norton Planet.But now that Fatty is standing here, his dream has been fulfilled in a certain way, but at this time, facing the seventh district, he feels a subtle sense of closeness to his hometown.

Fatty still can't believe that his "children" would allow him to come back.This sense of unreality made Fatty stunned for a long time in the ruins. Behind him was a high-end aircraft parked, and he acted arrogantly and freely as if they had come to have a picnic in this waste disposal center. All this made Fatty even more Feeling unreal - he is back, wearing a priceless suit, sitting in a high-end aircraft, and taking his "children".

The fat man stepped forward hesitantly, one step, two steps - he seemed to be released from a cage, and quickly ran among the piles of waste.

The wind hit his face, and the running man narrowed his eyes.It's the smell, the heavy metal smell of motor oil; it's the feeling, his body still remembers how to run and avoid in a piece of uneven waste - as if he went back in time, holding the hard-won The food was chased in embarrassment.

My physical strength has reached the limit, but I can't bear to stop.This nearly venting run came to an end when the fat man almost tripped over a few gears.The body that lost its center of gravity fell down, but the fat man's mood was unbelievably calm—and then he was caught.

Arrogance wrapped his father in his arms from behind, feeling the breath of the person in his arms, and hugged him more tightly without any trace.

"Father." The arrogant breath brushed over the fat man's head, even if he didn't have to turn his head, he knew that the blond young man still had that gentle smile: "Please be careful where you step."

The fat man shivered for a moment. He looked up at the place where he had tripped just now, and suddenly felt a chill in his bones.

In the past, if you fell down while running like just now, let alone someone kindly grab you, let alone how it feels to fall on a pile of sharp objects, it is more likely to become a fatal mistake —the person who is following must be quite willing to tell you this fact.Therefore, in the seventh district, how to run among the waste has long been the instinct of the people in the seventh district.The deterioration of vigilance makes the fat man panic, but what scares the fat man the most is that he has already begun to develop dependence-why he is so calm when he falls, is it not because his subconscious mind has already made the most intuitive Response: "They" would never let him get hurt in the slightest.

It's different, it's not the same anymore.

Fatty looked at the scene in the seventh district as usual, and suddenly felt a shadow cast over his heart.

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The fat man struggled to identify the direction, comparing it to the road in his memory.District [-] was originally a place where waste was concentrated, and the government would throw waste and junk here from time to time, and a single throw could form a small mountain of waste.People in the Seventh District often look for some junk in the waste to renovate and recycle. If this goes on, the hills of waste will gradually slow down and disappear-this is like a man-made natural cycle.Therefore, from a macro perspective, the Seventh District is composed of a pile of waste, but the details are constantly changing, and people who are not familiar with it will often get lost in the Seventh District.

People in the slums have their own way of debating their way. The fat man's habit is to look for a huge reference. His previous "nest" is facing a huge dead clock, which is easy to identify.

Turn left here - then forward - right -

"stop!"

Just when the fat man was about to approach the ruins with a wall, a shout came from behind the wall.A person poked his head out from the gap in the wall, his bright red hair was dazzling.

"This is the territory of the Blood Wolf Gang! Non-members are not allowed to pass through." The red hair raised the laser gun in his hand threateningly, probably because he saw that the two were not dressed like people from the seventh district, and his tone was still "kind".

The site of the Blood Wolf Gang?The fat man subconsciously looked behind the wall, he was a little dazed.Territory is a concept between gangs. The most intuitive comparison of the strength of gangs in District [-] is the size of the territory. If a gang can own a larger territory and manage it well under the prying eyes of other gangs, The strength of this gang is beyond doubt.Before Fatty left, it was still an unowned area, so Fatty was able to live here.I didn't expect that when I came back again, the owner of this place had changed, and this was the Blood Wolf Gang...?

"Good afternoon, sir." The deacon stepped forward with an arrogant smile, and the impeccable smile and etiquette made Hongmao unconsciously feel good: "I'm sorry for disturbing your gang. Due to my negligence, I don't understand the situation in the seventh district I have a thorough understanding, so I didn’t make a good notice of your visit in advance, please forgive me.”

"No, nothing." I don't know if he was affected by his arrogance, but the red hair became very restrained. He asked, "Do you want to come in?"

Nodding arrogantly with a smile: "Yes, please be sure..."

The red hair interrupted the arrogant words, clenched the gun in his hand and insisted: "The leader said that no one is allowed to enter, you should go back!"

A gust of wind blows, and the world seems to be quiet.The red hair suddenly felt bad, he suddenly felt that the world was so quiet, and the words of the blond deacon in front of him were incredibly clear.Arrogance stood in the silence, smiling as always.

"Please let us pass."

Red-haired backed away.

Arrogance retreated behind Fatty without accident, and turned back into that shadow again.The fat man trembled, bit his mouth and rushed in, trying not to look at the red hair next to him.

After both of them walked away, another person appeared from behind the wall.He also held a laser gun in his hand, and he and the red hair guarded this place one by one.The man ran to the red hair, pushed the red hair who seemed to be in a daze, and said with some dissatisfaction and strangeness: "Hey! How did you let them pass?"

The red hair has remained motionless since the two left, and after being pushed by the man, it seems that some kind of petrification spell has been lifted.The red hair grabbed the man's hand in horror, almost screaming: "Hurry, hurry and inform the leader—he, them...!"