The main character did not end well

It's hot.

The scorching sun shone viciously on the Ninth District, as if it wanted to sunburn all the people in the Ninth District to death.

The slave owner brutally reprimanded his slaves, threatening to send them to the lowest twelve districts.

For the people of Garbage Street, being a slave to be used by the superior is already a gift that they are very grateful for.The people living here have no tomorrow and no hope. Maybe they will starve to death in the next second, or be killed by their own kind and become food in their mouths.

Water is very scarce in the Ninth District, and it is not afraid of being laughed at. In the current situation, even urine is a precious existence that needs to be robbed.

The sun in the ninth district is always so high and vicious, even if it hides in the shadows and becomes a rat in the gutter, the gutter is hot and exudes a rotten stench, just like the smell of their bodies.

The low-class untouchables are not eligible to walk out of the garbage streets in the ninth district, they can only survive on the supplies that are distributed from outside at regular intervals.This also means that if they want to survive, they must fight for it by all means. They are exiled like rotten food, turning the garbage street into a smog.

There is no law, morality or civilization in Garbage Street. People here always follow one truth: to live.

They are the garbage that lives here, so people outside call this place Garbage Street.In their eyes, this place doesn't seem to belong to the ninth district, it is a guy who is not tolerated just like the No.12 district.

Some who can be used as waste will be reluctantly accepted as slaves to get out of here, but they are also inferior to other slaves.

However, even becoming the most humble slave is the hope and belief of the people in Junk Street who are struggling.No one would want to be starved to death on the garbage street unwilling to be reconciled to being starved to death, and the moment the body collapses, it will be divided up by the same kind who are staring at it immediately.

The arm was fed to the wild dog, but at this time the same kind is the wild dog.

The dead wreckage is left unheeded, trampled upon by those who come and go.After a long time, it was trampled to the ground, and it could never be separated from this dirty land.

This is the daily routine of Trash Street, and it wouldn't even be classified as a tragedy.

This kind of commonplace thing really can't touch the hearts of the people in Garbage Street that have long been eroded and numb by suffering.It is the greatest tragedy in their eyes that the supplies that were obtained after risking their lives were snatched by others within a few minutes.

Those who heard it were in tears.

In the past few months, fewer and fewer supplies have been distributed, and even the distribution of supplies has been delayed for half a month than before. This makes the people in Junk Street restless and hoarding food more and more frantically.

They vaguely realized that if the Ninth District refused to accept them to stop distributing supplies, everyone in Junk Street would become food in each other's eyes.

This day may come soon, and the only way to get rid of it is to become a lowly slave and sign unequal treaties at will.

The sun is about to set, but the sun is still so vicious.

Hilo licked his thirsty lips, he got up from the shadow of the eaves in embarrassment, but fell back without any strength.

The scorching sun scorched the ground, and the high temperature made the panting between the noses faintly tinge with scorching pain.Several people stared this way, letting Shiloh know that he must keep his eyes open, otherwise he would be eaten as a corpse in the next second.

Hilo has eaten other people's corpses, and it's not surprising that he might be eaten too.But he didn't care before, but now he doesn't want to die.

He thought of that person and closed his eyes.At this time, there was a frantic scream in my ear, as if the cry of a dying person at the last moment of his life.

This kind of sound is common in Junk Street, and it is not worth listening to.But it's so neat and consistent that it can't help but make people look sideways——

"Lord Ude, please take a look at me, please. I will be your best slave, and I am the best person who is the most suitable slave."

"Get out—shameless, Mr. Ude won't look at such a shameless person like you. Mr. Ude..."

"Please choose me as a slave, please."

Crowded pleadings sounded chaotically in the crowd, and the crowded Lord Ude would bring two or three slave places every time he came, and take out two or three of the garbage in the garbage street to serve as lowly slaves.

For some, it's a dream come true, at least better than waiting hopelessly on Junk Street.

But Hilo's eyes were dismissive. He stared at the crowded scene indifferently. Everyone tried their best to prove that they were excellent and qualified slaves like grabbing straws. Their faces were pitiful and despicable. .

Someone actually touched Mr. Ude's clothes corner with his dirty body. Mr. Ude frowned, and then that person was beaten to death with an electric baton by Mr. Ude's bodyguards.

The man knelt on the ground screaming and twitching in pain. Even so, he humbly crawled in front of Lord Ude, begging him to be a lowly slave.

He was soon trampled under the feet of more people who had this desire. They looked up to their savior eagerly and fanatically, but the savior smiled coldly, staring down at them as a group of ants, his eyes casually flowing with disdain.

Hilo stared eagerly at the person who was trampled into mud. When they stepped on this unbearable corpse, he immediately rushed up and dragged the corpse away from this place. quick.

There is no reasonable division of food in Junk Street. If he doesn't seize the opportunity, he might not even be able to drink blood from his mouth.

Panting, Shiloh dragged the corpse back to his dark and remote den. When he entered the door, he obviously thought of something, so he hid the corpse by the door and covered it with a cardboard box.

His residence is remote and dark, and most people don't know that there is such a place for people to live here.

Shiloh wiped the blood off his body, trying to keep the surface clean, and walked in.

The man hadn't woken up yet, and the air inside was stuffy and humid.He frowned tightly, not knowing what kind of bizarre dream haunted him.

Shiloh held his breath and looked at him, his eyes were so pure and pious.The person picked up by him looks so good-looking. Good-looking people don't belong to Junk Street, nor do they belong to the Ninth District. Only a fairy place like the First District is worthy of him.

He seemed to be a poor visitor who broke in by mistake. When Hilo found him, he was so clean from top to bottom, without the rotten smell of garbage street.

Hilo looked at him worriedly, the wound on the other side's abdomen festered and pus, and the hot weather in District [-] made the untreated wound worse.

But he couldn't find medicines, everything in Junk Street was scarce, let alone medicines.If you are injured, you will die, there is no room for negotiation.

Hilo looked hesitantly at the festering wound. If it hadn't been treated, this person would have been tortured to death.

He was ruthless, found out the stored mineral water, and simply washed the festering wound on the opponent's body.But it can only do this, after all, he has no medicine to heal.

And this person seemed to be awakened by his movements, and opened his eyes to look at him in confusion.

Hilo's voice was soft and unbelievable: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

Su Qi moved his lips, neither thirst nor pain: "Hot."

Hilo choked and said, "The Ninth District has always been like this."

Su Qi opened his eyes and looked at this place, his whole body was limp, aching and hot, his thoughts were so confused that he couldn't sort out the original body's memory, all messy memories flooded into his mind and gave him a headache.

This place is dark and small, and it's still hot and stuffy. What's more, I don't know what hurt my abdomen, and it hurts intermittently.

Hilo handed over a piece of moldy bread and said, "Are you hungry? Eat."

Su Qi stared at the moldy piece of bread, Hilo blinked and said, "Aren't you going to eat it? This is the best food I've found."

"I'm a little thirsty."

Xi Luo handed the mineral water to Su Qi, his eyes were soft when he looked at this person: "What's your name?"

"Su Qi."

"My name is Shiloh," Shiloh said. "Where are you from? You don't look like someone from Trash Street."

Garbage Street?Su Qi searched for the memory of the original body, wondering if it was because he was in a bad state, the memory was intermittent and very fragmented, which made him half-knowledgeable.He hesitated, "I seem to live in District [-]."

As soon as the words came out, Hilo's eyes changed when he saw him: "The [-]th District has long since fallen together with the [-]th District, and there are only zombies living there. Are you sure you are from the [-]th District, not from the [-]th District?" Did you break into Garbage Street by mistake?"

What Xi Luo said made Su Qi very confused, he only caught the zombie in the other party's words.But Hilo realized that it was wrong. If the other party was outside the ninth district, he could leave Junk Street when he woke up.If one came to the ninth district from a place classified as a zombie area in the eleventh district, the worst result would be to be killed as a source of zombie infection.

Hilo said seriously: "You have to think about it, if you really came from Area No.11, then you can't tell anyone, it's very dangerous."

Su Qiqi, who was in a dazed state, nodded. The memory of the original body was slowly being pieced together by him. He vaguely knew that he seemed to have come to a place similar to the end of the world.

Hilo's eyes looking at him softened again, the other person looked clean, like a lotus flower that can only be seen from a distance but not played with, the clean and pure appearance poked tenderness in his heart.

"I'll get you some more food." He whispered.

Su Qi nodded and said thank you. Hilo gave him a complicated look, and then went out.

The room was so stuffy and hot that I couldn't lie down, but just as Su Qi was about to move his abdominal wound, he felt terrible pain intermittently.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and his movements suddenly stopped.

He captured the memory of the original body, and the scary-looking monster called a zombie rushed towards him, and then——

Su Qi looked down at the wound on his abdomen.

The author has something to say: 【Thank you】

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