"slave?"
"Yes, there are many slaves like me in the base."
As he spoke, he coughed crazily. Then he took out a nameplate from his pocket and handed it to Ye Fu, "This is my identity document."
Ye Fu took the badge, with the word Meng Yu written on it in red pen. The pin was a little twisted, so he must have worn it for many years.
Meng Yu is only 20 years old this year. He fled to northern Xinjiang five years ago. In order to have a bite to eat, he became Liu Cheng's slave.
In fact, he was working as a slave for him, and not only had to serve tea and water. Liu Cheng was twenty-two years old, had a bad temper, and liked to beat people. But in order to survive, Meng Yu had to make a living under him.
He was organized clearly and spoke unhurriedly, but his clothes were soaked in water, his lips were white from the cold, and he was shivering all the time.
In order to confirm his words, Qi Yuan and Fang Ming took off his clothes. Under the wet tattered cotton-padded jacket, his skinny body was covered with various injuries. It seemed that his clothes had been damaged by a whip.
There were more than ten whip marks crisscrossing the back.
"Well, what he said is probably true. There is still black bruises on his abdomen. He must have been kicked a few times." Fang Ming looked at the tattered cotton-padded jacket in his hand, clicked his tongue twice, and helped him wipe off the water on his clothes.
Wring it dry.
"Young man, can you get up? We will take you across the stream."
Meng Yu nodded quickly and met Ye Fu's gaze. He was so frightened that he quickly moved away, "Just don't kill me, just don't kill me."
Ye Fu smiled when he heard this. Is she a murderer? Why are you so afraid of her?
Perhaps because he was afraid that he would freeze to death, Qi Yuan felt compassion and took a relatively clean old clothes and threw it to Meng Yu.
He and Tang Yizheng wanted to send him across the creek. It was impossible for the island to accommodate outsiders.
What's more, Meng Yu's identity is not a refugee or a villager. He comes from the base and his identity is a slave.
With these two words in his mouth, Ye Fu felt disgusted and repelled by the Second Base.
Fortunately, they did not enter the city or the base.
Meng Yu thanked him again and again. It could be seen that he was holding on for a breath. When Tang Yizheng and Qi Yuan pulled him up and were about to take him to the shore, he suddenly vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and then fainted.
Ye Fu checked and found that his injuries were not fake. The internal injuries were more serious than the external injuries. Without treatment, he would not survive more than three days.
After soaking in water for several hours, my lungs choked with water and the situation became even worse.
"What to do?" Qi Yuan was confused. He suspected that Meng Yu fainted on purpose.
"Carry him to the woodshed and send him a stove to prevent him from freezing to death."
"Where are his injuries?"
Ye Fu glanced at Qi Yuan and said, "Help him deal with it, lock the woodshed, don't let him run around, and send him out when he wakes up."
Ye Fu suddenly remembered something, Jiang Run could hypnotize him.
After returning to the living room, the ghost movie was over and everyone went back to their respective rooms.
"Jiang Run, can you use hypnosis to delete people's memories?"
If Meng Yu didn't lie, his experience was too tragic and he couldn't just kill a poor person casually.
"It can mess with people's memories."
Ye Fu nodded, "Before sending him out, change his memory."
That night, Ye Fu had a nightmare. She dreamed of herself in her previous life, living an elusive existence in a corner of the corner. She didn't eat or drink water for a long time. All that was left on her body were protruding bones and loose skin. She
She got into a fight with a refugee next to her over a tiny mouse. She had no strength, but was proficient in human acupuncture points. She quickly pinched a man who was taller than her until he begged for mercy.
Sometimes she would be beaten. In the fifth year of the apocalypse, bugs overran her. She was not short of food, but lack of water killed her several times.
This is how people are, the more they want to die, the less they dare to die and the more they cannot die.
At that time, she would think that her life was really terrifyingly tenacious.
Yes, she almost forgot that she drank the blood of someone who had just died and who had snatched food from her before.
Unlike Jiang Run's blood, that blood was full of stench and rotten smell.
Ye Fu doesn't dare to eat dead meat. She eats bugs, cockroaches, mice, and even dirt.
When he woke up, Ye Fu looked at the dim night light on the bedside in a daze. He felt the strong beating of his heart in his chest. Ye Fu closed his eyes and turned over.
Jiang Run took her into his arms, but he didn't wake up.
The word slave frightens Ye Fu. Like an animal, it has no human rights, no freedom, and no ability to live.
When she woke up again, it was already several hours later. Ye Fu was sick. After many years, she had a rare high fever.
Everyone was worried about her. The lights in the bedroom were bright, and the lights in the corridor were turned on. Ye Fu opened her eyes in a daze. She talked a lot of nonsense, sometimes calling her mother, sometimes calling her father.
"Why did Ye Fu suddenly become ill? Is it because of the cold wind?"
"There hasn't been any wind in the past two days. I guess it's because of the cold water."
Only Ye Fu knew that she had a nightmare.
Ye Fu took special medicines and antipyretics, but her brain was still hazy. Sometimes she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, let alone past and present lives.
When she woke up, she thought she was still squatting in the corner of the corner, guarding the rats that came out to look for food. The moment she saw Jiang Run, she shivered with fear.
After a long time, her chaotic brain finally became clearer.
Ye Fu had been ill for a week, and Meng Yu was still recuperating in the woodshed. He heard from Qi Yuan that she had suffered severe internal injuries and had vomited blood several times.
Lying on the bed, smelling the aroma of the food, Ye Fu really had no appetite. In the past few days, whenever she fell asleep, she would dream, and she would go back to the previous life. Her stomach was full of all kinds of bugs, bitter, fishy, mixed with mud.
If you eat them together, your throat will feel better.
When Ye Fu sees the meat, she will think of the person who died in front of her and was bled by her.
On the sixth day, Ye Fu finally regained her energy. During the few days she was ill, everyone did not stop working. The warehouse was full of ground cornmeal and neatly stacked corncobs.
The ceramic jar in the kitchen is filled with kippers, which are smeared with chili peppers and will be delicious fried or grilled.
Ye Fu went to the woodshed to see Meng Yu. He was still recovering from his injuries. Qi Yuan told Ye Fu that Meng Yu's right calf was broken and he could not walk now.
This is how to do?
The polar night is not over yet. On the Yuanhe Dam six kilometers away, the people racing are full of enthusiasm.
Two days later, Officer Song fished out two corpses from the water. Ye Fu had an idea and asked Meng Yu to come out and identify the two corpses.
"I know them. Their master is a friend of Mr. Liu. They are probably like me. If the master loses the race, the slave will be beaten to death."
Judging from how swollen and decomposed their bodies were, they must have been dead for four or five days.
Meng Yu found the breastplates belonging to them on the two corpses. Like his, the pins were twisted, and they must have been used for many years.
Ye Fu looked at Fang Ming and Wu Pei, "Burn it."
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