our family is gone

The young man was stunned for a moment at first, thinking he heard something wrong, but the words that kept kidnapping him later made him give up completely.

Asking, only asking.

You have to help them, you have to help them unconditionally.

It seems to them that they should do this.

But his "big brother" was just a name given to a few childhood playmates in the village, and he didn't receive a single coin from them, let alone any benefits. Instead, he had to wipe their butts for them.

Originally, it was okay for everyone to get together and part ways, but he had done his best by dividing the ring that belonged to him, and these words angered him again.

This gun had a special meaning to him, not to mention the humiliation he had suffered.

"Fuck you! I snatched this gun back from the bandits myself. If you want it, just grab it yourself. Don't fucking tell me this nonsense. I don't owe any of you, you owe me."

Although the boy had always wanted to retain the last bit of dignity, even if they were separated, he could still say hello when he met again in the village.

But since they don’t want to be decent, they should fall out and break up!
The young man had no intention of talking nonsense and turned around to leave.

The young man's sudden outburst scared those guys, and they didn't start to complain until they were far away.

"Tch! What are you pretending to be?"

"Damn you really think you are something."

"You deserve to be beaten by those people..."

Did the evil atmosphere that entered the ruins amplify their evil thoughts? Or has greed clouded their hearts? Or maybe they are like this...

No one knows. Anyway, several other people with a little conscience also left and cut off from these people.

Not everyone craves exciting adventures; most prefer a stable life.

As for those guys who stayed behind, they were still fantasizing about getting rich and being slapped in the face, and then they were ready to have fun at the suggestion of a guy.

They had seen various entertainment venues in the city before, but because they had no money, they could only look at them. Now that they had some money in their pockets, they couldn't wait to go there.

If the boy was still here, he would definitely choose to use the money to buy guns instead of going directly for recreation. The two guns would pose a certain threat to the robbers, and then after a few rounds, they would all be replaced by guns, and then there would be no one left. Dare to provoke, so that you can go deep in and pick up more good things.

But these guys leave young people just like their bodies leave their brains. They have no foresight at all. They want to go when they see others having fun, and they don't realize the gap at all.

Maybe in their opinion, if they are saved today, they will be saved tomorrow.

As for investing money in yourself, it is not necessary at all, it is more important to have fun.

Can’t I enjoy myself after a day of picking up trash?
In the ruins at this time, the sun set behind the horizon, leaving only a faint afterglow. At this time, the leader of the plunderers who had been tortured to death by Disma woke up in a daze.

Maybe his body had adapted, or maybe his nerves were numb, but he didn't feel any pain, just a fuzzy feeling.

What's crawling on you?
Only then did he realize what had woken him up. It was the rats that appeared from nowhere and were eating him.

The sudden panic made him resist subconsciously, and the sudden movements drove away the rats, but the severe pain surged up the next second, as if he had been waiting for a long time and finally broke out at this moment.

"Ah~"

He wanted to scream and wail, but when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood rushed to his brain. The severe pain in his mouth reminded him that his tongue had been bitten off.

That is to say, Lance is not here, otherwise he would definitely be very interested, because the fact that this guy is still alive shows that the idea of ​​"biting his tongue to commit suicide" is not very reliable.

The leader could no longer care about this at this time. Under the impact of pain, he probably remembered what happened. How could he be caught just after opening the business?

I'm not even in the fucking city anymore, but I'm still chasing you, not giving me any way to survive.

Anger and resentment surged into my heart, but there was no regret at all.

But who cares now...Squirrel cares.

It can only be said that the distribution of rats is even more exaggerated than that of humans. They can be found here, and there are quite a lot of them.

The rats that woke up the leader did not run away after being alarmed. They may not have seen humans for hundreds of generations, and they were still eating meat only today. They couldn't run away for dinner.

The leader also found that there were countless pairs of red eyes staring at him in the dim place. Looking at the sky, it was slowly getting dark.

This area was cleaned up by a large number of adventurers who came over, but when night came, the skeletons hiding in the ruins of the buildings began to come out.

He wanted to escape from this place, but although the gunshot wound on his leg had stopped the bleeding due to the large area of ​​burns, it also crippled his entire leg, not to mention the wound on his hand, which was stirred into a pool of rotten flesh by the arrow, making him seem to have lost the ability to control his fingers.

But don't underestimate a person's survival instinct. The only advantage of being so big is that he has a thicker vitality. Even after trying hard, he climbed to the wall and stood up holding on to the wall.

The excitement made him struggle to walk for a while, but this was already the limit. The cracked wounds left blood. When he heard the movement behind him, he looked back and saw that countless rats were licking the dripping blood. He even got into a fight over it.

There was no way to escape. Wailing and crying had no effect. Fear was eating away at his sanity bit by bit.

There was no doubt that the setting sun was gradually extinguished just like his hope. Looking at the sky again, the last bit of light disappeared.

Skeletons weren't even needed, the Rats who had tasted human blood recognized it as food and attacked him under the cover of darkness.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

In the dimness, only a black figure could be seen dancing randomly, and then making a weird cry.

But unfortunately darkness has completely taken over the ruins and no one can hear...

The unstoppable force of the night overwhelmed even the new town of Hamlet. Everyone had finished their day's work and began to return to their families or enter the nightlife.

Although most adventurers now go to the new town to explore the ruins, as a transit, the city is still very popular, and goods are constantly flowing in and out, which also brings about the exchange of news.

"If I had known better, I would have gone to the ruins. It's no use to those guys."

Some mercenaries who were stranded because of the mercenary union were a little unhappy. After all, just like the Scorpion mercenary group, the only ones who could be selected were some good mercenaries. They were all guys who licked blood at the edge of the knife, so they could naturally feel it. Things are not right between the union and Hamlet.

I originally thought that I could take advantage of the situation to plunder this rich town, but I didn't expect that the union stayed there for a day and a night without even farting. Now everyone knows that Hamlet has overwhelmed the union, and it will definitely not be easy for the union to speak in this place in the future. . Don't think that the union is just taking advantage of them. The difference in bounty between fighting and not fighting is huge, and now they hear that there are gold coins to pick up from the ruins, which is a kind of stimulation for them.

Because in their philosophy, this should be theirs, and they are being held back by the union.

There are still some more conservative adventurers waiting for news from the front line. Now that it has finally been confirmed, I am afraid that a group of good players will continue to pour into the new town and go to the ruins tomorrow.

Everyone was preaching about the fragility of the skeleton and the treasures that could be found everywhere, but they seemed to have forgotten something, which was what happened to the adventurers who could not come back.

Whether they were eaten by gangsters, drowned by skeletons, or encountered something unspeakable, no one cared about them, and no one cared about them.

The figure wrapped in rags and iron chains wanders around Hamlet. He does not have the skills to perform like a clown, and he does not have a coin on his body. He is no different from those refugees.

Hunger and exhaustion almost swallowed his sanity, and the smell of food seemed to come from the passers-by around him.

But the chains and the strange-looking lock on his body really shimmered in the darkness, helping him suppress his bloodthirsty desire.

Facing the cooling of the autumn night, he could only wrap himself in rags with difficulty, huddle in the corner of the city, and survive the night with difficulty.

But you must know that Hamlet never allowed homeless people. It didn't take long for a patrolling policeman to find him.

"Are you OK?"

"Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"You can't stay here, wake up!"

The faint warmth brought by the torch brought the man back to his senses for a moment, and when he found out it was a policeman, he couldn't help but show helplessness on his face.

"Sorry, I'll leave."

The warmth of the fire made him feel a stinging pain, which did not belong to him. He instinctively wanted to cover the scarred and twisted face, showing obvious inferiority.

"did you eat?"

The policeman suddenly asked a very strange question, and the man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After a slight hesitation, he still shook his head.

"No, I just came here."

"Then come with us."

He thought he would be expelled because he heard a lot about Hamlet along the way, or he might have violated some rules and been imprisoned.

But the police did not make things difficult for him. Instead, they took him to the substation on a nearby street and brought him a bowl of chowder, which was boiled with some plant roots such as potatoes and carrots, plus pork or beef. .

"That's all we have for our late night snack tonight, there's still more left."

"You should sleep here tonight, it's very cold outside."

"Look for a job tomorrow. There are many job opportunities in Hamlet. Anyone who is hardworking can survive here."

A few words gave the man a strange feeling in his dead heart. Ever since he wandered around, everyone had treated him as a monster and either avoided him or expelled him. Some even wanted to attack him.

Not to mention that he was under pressure from the church at that time. He actively avoided those people and wandered in the wild, covering his body and blending in with the inconspicuous refugees.

Fortunately, his special physique gave him a strong digestive ability, and he survived in this world full of natural and man-made disasters by eating things that were difficult for others to digest.

There is no doubt that he felt hope in Hamlet...

Nonsense, even though such weird people were let in, they were still the focus of the police's attention. Just like the legion was lured away before they entered the core of the city, he was the same.

It was announced from above that if someone committed a crime, they would directly call someone to punch him, but if he did not commit a crime, in order to appease these weirdos, they took a little care and let them have a good impression of Hamlet.

Just like when Baldwin was deceived by Lance, it is undeniable that an artificially warm scene is a kind of salvation for some confused and numb souls, even if it is false... just like the warmth reflected by the last match.

The man held the bowl carefully, feeling the warmth coming from it. He lowered his head to eat the hot porridge, not daring to raise his head because tears were about to fall.

"That..." The man finished the bowl in a few seconds. He originally wanted to return the bowl, but when he saw it, the man smiled and gestured as if he understood something.

"Also, those of us who work the night shift are provided with subsidies, including late night snacks and breakfast."

The policemen didn't waste any time and took him directly to the kitchen next to the precinct. In addition to the porridge, there were leftover chowder from the evening and bread filled with cheese and bacon.

He didn't care about the leftovers. He ate three large bowls before stopping and returning to the lobby of the police station. There was a detention room surrounded by several iron bars in the corner.

It was originally used to temporarily detain prisoners, but now that there is a prison in Hamlet, there have been no cases in this branch area recently, so it is free, and you can sleep on the bench.

The man had not forgotten how he escaped from the cage, but now he took the initiative to enter the detention room, but compared to the cage, the door here was open.

The house was sheltered from the wind, but the weak candlelight in the house gave him an incomparable warmth. The conversations of the patrolling policemen who reported back were also inexplicably reassuring.

This was the most comfortable night he had ever escaped...

"The target is not aggressive and has now settled down, but he has not clearly shown a desire for the relics. He is more like a fugitive hiding here and there."

"We're going to schedule a job tomorrow to test."

"I don't think so. What about his condition? Those chains..."

"Let it be and see what he's going to do, what's his purpose in coming to Hamlet."

Elsewhere, Greendale and several police chiefs were discussing the control of those extraordinary people. Not only that man, but several others were also found to be marked, but most of them were not so mixed that they even had to eat. I couldn't afford it, so I didn't have any direct contact.

Others can sleep, but Greendale is really full of pressure. Baldwin handles the government affairs, but she has to come forward to inform the lord of the decision on some details.

The night was long for some, and some people in Hamlet stayed up all night worrying about possible attacks, but the night was very peaceful and nothing unusual at all.

For some people, the night is just a matter of closing and opening their eyes, and a new day arrives... (End of this chapter)