The young man picked up a bottle of water and swallowed the bread in his mouth with water. He glanced at He Ao and ate the bread in small bites.
At this moment, they were sitting on the roof of a nearby factory, overlooking the brightly lit city.
"Our family was attacked by alien beasts, the patriarch died, and everyone was scattered.
My parents, brothers and sisters and I originally took an off-road vehicle to go to other homeless camps, but we were attacked by strange animals on the way, and all the dry food we had stored was lost. We walked hungry for a day, and then...
"
Speaking of this, his movements froze for a moment, as if he remembered something terrible. He glanced at He Ao, paused for a while, and said softly,
"Then we came across a fallen tree, blocking the slightly flat road that could be moved forward, and a car next to us was also blocked there.
Their car ran out of oil, so we poured some oil for them, and they poured some dry food for us. It was too late that day, so we set up a temporary camp nearby. When cooking at night, they brought
A small milky white mushroom appeared.
The mushrooms had a special aroma, even more fragrant than roasted meat sprinkled with spices. They sliced the mushrooms, put them into the soup, and stewed them with the dried meat. It smelled like the most delicious thing in the world, my father.
I drank soup with my brother, sister and a few others.
But that day, I had a bad stomach and couldn't digest dried meat, so my father gave me a bowl of nutritional supplements alone. That day, my brother even showed off the soup in front of me.
But I always feel like something is wrong.
At night, I got up and saw my father, mother, brothers, sisters, and those few people outside.
They all stand together,"
As the boy spoke, his voice even trembled. He glanced at the bread in his hand and did not bite any more, "Milk white mushrooms grew out of their cheeks, their arms, their necks, and their eye sockets.
It was densely covered in their bodies and even burst their clothes.
When they saw me, they came over and pulled a piece of mushroom from my body to give me to eat."
The boy's body curled up slightly, and his tone became more and more trembling, "They ran towards me, the milky white mushrooms fell to the ground one by one, and new mushrooms grew out from under their cracked skin, one by two, more and more.
many."
His eyes widened and his pupils shrank, his body was stimulated, he clenched the bread in his hand, and it took him a while to recover.
He glanced at He Ao, took a long breath, and said,
"At that time, I finally realized that it was the 'ghost mushroom' that the patriarch once taught in the family school.
Ghost mushrooms look like ordinary mushrooms, but have a special fragrance that will constantly attract people or animals to eat them.
Then its spores will absorb the flesh and blood of the person or animal that eats it as nutrients, grow new ghost mushrooms, and use mycelium to drive the dead corpse back to their group, attracting more of the same kind to eat it.
I knew that my parents, brothers and sisters were dead, and the only ones chasing me were corpses controlled by ghost mushrooms.
I tried to lure them away, then returned to the off-road vehicle and drove the off-road vehicle into the big tree.
Then I saw it,"
The young man looked ahead and said softly,
"Ghost mushrooms all over the mountains and plains.
Under the illumination of the moon, they reflect a faint milky white light.
The land was covered with the bones of countless dead people. However, I didn't think there was anything scary about those bones at the time. I just thought those ghost mushrooms looked so delicious.
Later, I bit the tip of my tongue, stimulated my spirit, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of there.
The car was driving very fast that day, and I don't know how long I drove it. I didn't stop until the car was completely out of gas. At that time, the scent of crushed ghost mushrooms still lingered on the wheels.
Two wilderness hunters discovered me and I stopped them from eating ghost mushrooms. They said that in order to thank me, they could take me to the city and find me a stable job.
I have never been to the city, I only know that there are no strange animals in the city,"
The young man looked at He Ao, "Then I was taken to this factory."
"What happened to the two Revenants who brought you here?"
He Ao asked casually.
The young man paused and said slowly, "I was just killed by you."
He Ao was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing. Then he asked softly,
"How do you live and work in the factory?"
"After entering the factory, the factory management personnel will directly assign the newly entered wilderness wanderers to the wilderness hunters or agents who brought them, and then uniformly enter a certain workshop.
There are one or two foremen in the workshop. They are usually members of the Revenant team, or gangsters hired by the agency. The factory is not responsible for management. They give the tasks to the foreman, and then the foreman arranges for us to do it.
If he doesn't do well, he'll be kicked with his feet; if it's serious, he'll be whipped with a whip.
If a mistake is made, the foreman will hang him up and beat him.
Basically, we spend all our time working except for sleeping. In terms of working hours, different people work different hours. Our workshop works in three shifts.
I go to work at six in the morning and get off at ten in the evening. This is the morning shift, the afternoon shift is from two in the afternoon to six in the morning the next day, and the evening shift is from ten in the evening to two in the afternoon the next day.
Work seven days a week.
The specific shift to be arranged depends on the situation at that time. Some people may be arranged to work overtime continuously. The person with the most work in our workshop worked for three days and three nights in a row, and then died in the workshop."
"Sixteen hours a day?"
He Ao asked softly.
"Not necessarily, our workshop is 16 hours, some workshops are 18 hours, some are 14 hours, their shift schedules are a little more complicated."
The young man took a long breath, exhaled it slowly, and then took a bite of bread.
"In terms of daily life, there are sixteen of us crowded into a dormitory. There are four beds lined up vertically on the wall more than two meters high. There are sixteen beds lined up in the entire dormitory. The dormitory is in the middle of the building, which is convenient for work and to prevent escape. Foreman
The dormitories are usually right next to the homeless dormitories for easy management.
There is a one-hour lunch break at noon, but in fact it can only take fifteen minutes. The foreman will ask people to bring up the battered food in buckets, let us eat it quickly, and then continue working.
I don’t know what’s in those pasty foods. It tastes a bit sweet. I heard from other people that it’s a low-quality nutritional paste made of synthetic starch added to synthetic protein and mixed with some vitamins. The sweetness mainly comes from saccharin.
Breakfast and dinner are the same."
As he said this, he glanced at the bread in his hand and said, "I haven't eaten bread in two years."
"How did you escape?"
He Ao looked at the tall building opposite and asked slowly.
"There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the factory. It's easy to get in but not easy to get out. Many wilderness wanderers come in and never go out again,"
The young man thought for a moment, "But these surveillances are not completely blind.
Every Friday, the factory will arrange a general cleaning, mainly cleaning the public areas of the factory that are not assigned to anyone. The factory will not hire outside cleaners to do it. These tasks naturally fall to the various foremen and the wilderness wanderers under the foremen.
.
The various foremen rotate out people according to certain rules. At this time, the foreman will select those who are well-behaved and sensible to work as cleaners. Every two months, it will be our turn.
Cleaning is much easier than working in a factory, and there is still time to be lazy. In addition, in order to prevent wilderness wanderers from exploring the terrain while cleaning, the foreman will strictly screen the cleaners, so it is not easy to be a cleaner.
I spent three months doing chores and delivering water to the foreman, slowly getting closer to him, and finally got the opportunity to be a cleaner. But for the first time I did cleaning, I didn't do it. I just got familiar with the area I was cleaning.
The topography of the area.
When cleaning, there will be a foreman around to supervise, but the foreman will also be lazy. He will hide in the shadows and take a nap at noon when the sun is at its strongest. This nap will last about fifteen minutes.
During this fifteen-minute gap, I will carefully study the surrounding walls and surveillance, look for their blind spots, and then briefly leave my area along the blind spots to see nearby fences.
I used to like to find blind spots for this kind of surveillance in our family camp, so I figured out some blind spot rules for these cameras.
But I didn't fully explore the wall. After I cleaned it for the fourth time, the foreman stopped letting me clean it, and then he hung me up and beat me.
At first I thought my behavior was discovered, but later I found out that he just saw that I was doing too much cleaning and warned me, so as to make others feel that he was not biased towards me.
I waited for half a month, and after confirming that there was no problem, I started to study the elevators in the factory. The factory building has a total of thirty-five floors. The first to third floors are the offices of the factory managers, and the fourth floor is the factory.
The floors are locked most of the time, and there are many people assigned by the foreman to guard them, making it basically impossible to pass through.
All the windows are equipped with anti-theft bars, and iron thorns are placed around the building. If you jump directly from the upstairs and escape, you will fall on the iron thorns and die directly from the intestines and stomach.
But there are two places where there are no iron thorns.
First, the main entrance of the building is guarded by factory security personnel armed with live ammunition.
The second is a small door at the back of the building for management personnel to enter and exit, but this small door is locked during working hours. When the door is locked, iron thorns will emerge from the ground, and identity verification is required to open the door.
My working position is by the window, right above the small door. My eyesight has been good since I was a child, so I often look at the entrance and exit of the small door from top to bottom.
Then I discovered that the factory management personnel pay great attention to style. Once the big boss or distinguished guests of the factory come, the main door will be closed and the small door will be kept open for the factory staff to enter and exit.
At this time, all the factory's security focus will be on protecting the big boss and distinguished guests.
Every time the boss or a guest comes, the foreman will ask everyone to work hard a week in advance, and even temporarily improve the food, so that the workers can barely regain their energy, so that they can meet the big boss for inspection and show their full working ability.
In the past two months, I have been taking advantage of my good relationship with my foreman to eat more and recover. Finally, a week ago, I waited for the notice of "serious work" and took the opportunity to improve my food.
Hidden some food.
Finally today, when everyone was outside, I went down to the fifth floor through the elevator, then pried open the anti-theft fence a little, used my size advantage to get out, and held on to the anti-theft fence all the way down to the small door.
before, and then escaped through the Iron Thorn area as planned.
You know what happened next."
"So, factory owner, are you in the factory now?"
He Ao looked at the boy.
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