messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 86 Most people have dull memories
In the morning, when he first got out of bed, Lawrence had already prepared breakfast.This was the first time Lawrence got up and made breakfast since he first came to this rental house.

Usually, they skip breakfast, or buy some fast food on the street outside for a simple solution.

This scruffy middle-aged policeman looked weird in an apron. When he first got up, he stared at him for a while, which almost made him angry from embarrassment.

It was, however, a seemingly peaceful morning.

Sunshine, morning mist, dew, slightly cool air, and the steaming breakfast on the dining table, quiet surroundings, occasional birdsong outside, everything is so peaceful.

Sitting at the table for the first time, looking at the food on the plate, this is a simple breakfast, a fried egg, a hot dog, and two pieces of toasted bread.

We all know each other for the first time, and she has been in this world for several days, and her memory of food is particularly clear.

"Do you drink coffee or milk."

Lawrence was standing by the kitchen, making coffee while asking Chu.

"All."

She has never drank these two things before, but she wants to try both, and her intuition tells her that when it is difficult to make a choice, she can choose both.

"You decide." Lawrence shrugged his shoulders, poured half a cup of coffee, then added some milk, and handed it to Chu's hand.

"Hurry up and finish eating, it's almost time to go to work."

As he spoke, Lawrence bought himself a cup of coffee, pulled out a chair opposite him, sat down, and ate his breakfast.

Breakfast was going on quietly like this. After eating the last bite of bread, Lawrence glanced at it and asked casually.

"Too short a break won't affect your work status?"

Because I have to watch the night at night and work as a policeman during the day, the initial rest time is only one or two hours in the early morning. Such a short rest time should be unacceptable for any normal person.

But at the beginning, he was not a normal person.

"No." With bread stuffed in Chu's mouth, he shook his head: "It's okay not to rest."

"It's time to rest." Lawrence took a sip of his coffee.

"Extracting police labor is a crime."

Although he no longer cares about what is a crime and what is not, and Chu's current working hours can be regarded as being squeezed.

A simple breakfast, a simple morning chat, just like an ordinary morning for two ordinary people.

Swallowing the bread in her mouth, she looked at Lawrence and was stunned for a moment. The ordinaryness in front of her reminded her of something, something from the past.

She seemed to be back in a room with a warm yellowish light.

She was standing at a table where a woman was preparing meals in the kitchen and a man was sitting on a sofa reading a newspaper.

A woman always has a smile on her face and a man is always serious.

The woman would ask about today's trivial matters, and the man would interject a few words from time to time, and some of them chatted about some gossip.

When the meal was ready, the woman brought the hot meal to the table, and the man put away the newspaper and sat down at the table.

At this time, the man and the woman looked at her together, with gentle smiles on their faces, and waved to her, as if asking her to eat together.

Chu wanted to walk over, wanted very much, she could feel it, but when she took a step towards those two people, the picture shattered.

She returned to reality, and only Lawrence was sitting in front of her.

Lawrence noticed Chu was in a daze, and waved his hand in front of her.

"what happened to you?"

"Ah." Chu woke up and lowered his eyes.

"Nothing, I just remembered something."

She just remembered some very ordinary things, plain and uninteresting, but she didn't know why, she felt her heart was shaking.

Where is that room, and who is that man and that woman?

I thought about it at first, but I couldn't remember it.

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In the abandoned building, the one-eyed Ham is doing bench presses in his room, which is full of fitness equipment.

He likes to exercise his body, which is also what he is most proud of. It is his strong physique that gives him a foothold in this chaotic street.

To ordinary people, he is like a cyclops, with unshakable strength and body.

"Beep, beep, beep."

The phone in the corner of the room rang.

"when."

Heavy barbells were hung on the brackets on both sides.

One-eyed Ham got up and walked to the phone, picked up the receiver.

"Hey."

The person on the other side of the phone should have reported something to him, which made the giant frown.

"You mean the bomb hasn't killed the cop yet?"

His voice is like the engine of a huge machine, humming, heavy and oppressive, striking at the heartstrings of the listener.

Sweat from a recent workout rolled off his rocky muscles, making the scars on his bronzed skin even more glaring.

"Yes, it is."

The person on the other end of the phone replied softly.

"Oh." Ham laughed, showing his shark-like teeth.

"Then it seems that I should meet this interesting police officer. Maybe we will have a good chat."

"I see, I will arrange it as soon as possible." The person on the phone said.

"Very well, I hope you can bring back good news next time."

Ham raised his head, grinning grimly at the wall in front of him.

"By the way, Mr. Ham, did you hear what happened last night?"

"Last night?" After thinking for a while, the smile on Ham's face gradually faded.

"You mean those who were killed last night?"

"Yes, many people are asking for news today, and it seems that many forces are involved."

"Then let them deal with it. It's such a troublesome matter. It's just a few people who died. Why make such a fuss." Ham's tone was somewhat disdainful.

However, he was very concerned about the method of killing them. No matter what killed them, their necks would be pinched and broken. This is probably fun, and he wants to try it next time.

Thinking, he shook his palm for nothing.

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a while: "I understand, then see Mr. Ham."

"Well, goodbye." Ham hung up the phone, stretched his neck, and returned to physical exercise.

On the streets of the city of fog, in a telephone booth by the side of the road, a thin and small man hung up the phone. He shook his head, tightened his windbreaker and walked into the fog.

(End of this chapter)