Chapter 1 The garbage dump of all realms for dying people
On the outskirts of Tan City, Ganzhou, Changrong Scrap Disposal Site, the exclusive office of the site owner’s son.
Sitting slumped on the desk chair was a young man with an unattractive appearance. His eyes were scattered, his expression was poor, and his facial features were distorted and deformed by pain.
Huang An seems to have suffered from a long-term illness. His face is different from that of ordinary people, with high cheekbones, exposed gums, slightly blackened eye sockets, and yellowed teeth that look extremely long, somewhat like a vampire in a storybook. The long-term illness has made Huang An's shiny hair, which he was once proud of, now turn yellow and dry.
This is a twenty-three-year-old young man in his prime, but he looks like a dying man.
"How can the long sky be inferior to me?"
Suddenly, from his pale lips, Huang An revealed Prime Minister Zhuge's words of regret.
If you look closely, there is a touch of bright red on one side of the corner of his mouth, and there is blood-colored toilet paper on the table, which is eye-catching under the setting sun.
"Hey, damn it!"
I slapped the messy desk and cursed, and the literary and artistic atmosphere in the room was gone.
"Advanced pancreatic cancer, I..."
Suddenly.
"Brother Huang, Brother Huang?"
Suddenly there was an urgent shout outside the house, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps.
It's a veteran employee of the place, the driver Chang.
Can't let him see it.
Huang An's expression changed, he wiped the corners of his mouth, grabbed two wads of toilet paper soaked in blood on the table, and stuffed them into the trash can hidden under the desk.
Finally, kick the trash can deep into the depths.
Afterwards, Huang An's expression changed. As he struggled to get up, seven-thirds of the pain on his face was hidden.
While wiping the blood on the table, he pretended to be fine and asked loudly:
"Has it been installed? Have you calculated the weight clearly?"
"Okay, okay! I'm finally done with my work, hehe!"
Chang's voice was a little tired, but more of a joy, he was about to get off work.
Huang An's face is still pale, but under his habitual concealment, most people can't tell that he is terminally ill, and his body may not be able to hold on for even half a year.
He walked to the door, rinsed the blood on his hands, and rinsed his mouth with cold water. Huang An took a deep breath as he watched the blood-streaked dirty water flow down the sewer.
With a "crunch", the door was pushed open. Huang An wiped his hands on his clothes, took the account book at the door, and stepped out.
Turning around and gently closing the door, he took a step forward, pretending to look at the sunshine outside, avoiding Ah Chang's frontal observation, and asked casually:
"Is the weight correct? Are the categories sorted?"
Ah Chang smiled and didn't think Huang An's behavior was abnormal, "Brother Huang, I have been working here for seven years. In which year did I not get an outstanding employee?"
"I'll do the work, don't worry!"
Ah Chang patted his chest, and the calculator in his hand made a banging sound on his chest, but he didn't pay attention at all.
As he spoke, he led Huang An to the work area two hundred meters away.
He really didn't notice the abnormality in Huang An's body.
After all, after Brother Huang gave up his postgraduate studies and returned home to take over the business, he always lived in seclusion.
Usually when I reconcile my accounts at night, I am too busy to see clearly what is wrong with Huang An.
The two of them talked and gradually walked away.
What Huang An didn't notice was that in his house, the crystal ball he picked up a year and a half ago before he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer was emitting bursts of faint blue light.
An hour later, the staff in the waste treatment plant finished their meal in the canteen of the waste treatment plant and had already left work.
Huang An sent Ah Chang away and spent time adjusting the ledger.
Two hours later, Huang An, whose face became increasingly pale, walked from the direction of the canteen step by step.
Today, his appetite is still bad. When food enters his throat, he always vomits it out. In order to prevent others from noticing his abnormality, he always brings food to eat.
The autumn wind rustled, and under the slightly dark dusk, a gust of cool wind blew by. Huang An suddenly shivered all over, and his body stiffened instantly. A chill came from all directions, seeming to freeze his soul.
He instinctively squeezed his clothes and folded his arms across his chest. His body seemed to shrink into a ball, but the expression on his face did not change. It seemed that the sensor nerves on his face had lost their function in an instant.
Late-stage pancreatic cancer makes Huang An suffer torture like needle pricks every moment.
I heard that when a person is about to die, his body will feel extremely cold.
Huang An knows that he doesn't have much time.
Shivering, he opened the door. The wind blowing from the door blew against the door. Just opening the door made him lose a lot of energy.
He leaned against the door and used the strength of his body to close the door. He rested against the door.
That little bit of labor just now made him feel endlessly tired.
There was a heartbreaking pain in both arms, and the food in my hands slipped and fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
Fortunately, the food has not been scattered yet, and Huang An packed it securely.
Obviously, he is used to this.
Huang An closed his eyes and panted laboriously, but judging from the rise and fall of his chest, he didn't even have the strength to take a big breath.
Suddenly, a faint blue flash passed in front of his eyes, completely awakening Huang An.
The color of this light is so gorgeous, so dazzling, and so pure that Huang An has never seen it before.
I'm afraid the thousands of colors deep in the starry sky are not enough to describe what is going on.
Huang An just opened his eyes wide, waiting to make a move, but suddenly he felt the world spinning. When he staggered to stand still, he suddenly realized that his situation had changed drastically.
He stood in a gray-black square, and the feeling of being down to earth made Huang An feel at ease. Even the constant needle-like pain in his body was temporarily forgotten.
But now, Huang An's attention is completely attracted by the scene in front of him.
From nowhere in the sky, there was a roar.
Then, "Wow!"
A piece of colorful debris, mainly gray and black, sloping down.
The whole process lasted about half a minute, and the debris piled up into a cone about seven or eight meters high - a hill!
During this process, a unique stench lingered around the ears and nose, which was nauseating.
Smelling this smell, Huang An's complexion instantly turned pale, and he collapsed on the ground.
Pancreatic cancer, the king of all cancers, was tormenting him all the time. Even the slightest smell of discomfort could cause a violent reaction in the body.
Suddenly.
[Intern employees are exposed to viruses and bacteria, and their sense of smell is blocked!]
[The basic balance of bacterial colonies inside and outside the body is completed, and you can directly contact the garbage from all realms!]
Two voices, one behind the other, without any emotion, suddenly appeared in my mind.
Before the voice in his mind could finish speaking, the stench in Huang An's breath disappeared, as if everything before was an illusion.
He even felt that his body relaxed slightly.
Is this an illusion?
Most likely not.
Huang An's nerves have long been weakened by the torture of illness. After all, when he encounters adversity, he can imagine more things than anyone else.
Coupled with the experience of being dependent on others since childhood, Huang An's adaptability and associative thinking are really strong.
Huang An quickly adapted to everything around him.
Let’s just think of it as a strange fantasy before death.
Huang An set his sights on the hill in front of him. Based on Huang An's experience growing up in a waste treatment plant, he judged that this was a mountain of garbage.
Although he could not recognize many of the types of items on the garbage mountain, it was indeed a garbage mountain.
Its weight should be more than one hundred tons.
The square was quiet. Huang An could only hear his own breathing. For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable.
He did not approach the garbage mountain, but turned his body, looked around, and took stock of his environment.
The square is a circle, and he is standing in the middle of the square. The square does not look large, but it is not small either, about three thousand square meters.
Lowering his head and looking down, he saw that the gray-black hard floor beneath his feet was engraved with complex but profound patterns.
The pattern is like words and pictures, but it is a bit like oracle bone inscriptions, which has an inexplicable sense of beauty.
Raising his head slightly, Huang An focused his gaze on the high place, which was a pitch-black void that looked inexplicably infiltrating.
Huang An didn't find the hole where the garbage fell just now.
He slowly turned his body and looked behind him, his eyes suddenly condensed.
Seven or eight meters behind you, there are actually two portals.
There is a circular passage two feet high, one black and one white. Black and white are distinct. There seems to be a rotating airflow flowing slowly on the door, which looks mysterious and unusual.
The distance between the two portals should be about ten meters.
Huang An didn't dare to move. Although he was about to die, he didn't want to die here, nor did he want to die now.
The key thing is that his funeral arrangements have not been completed yet, and even the suicide note is only half written.
If something unexpected happened here, the adoptive parents would definitely think that they had left without saying goodbye. If they were to search for themselves from all over the world and suffer the loss of their son for nothing, how could the two old people endure it?
Huang An wants to find a way back.
Is it one of those two doors?
Huang An is not sure.
It took less than two minutes from the moment the garbage mountain landed to the moment Huang An looked at the entire square.
Huang An was just waiting to make a move when the voice that suddenly appeared in his mind sounded again.
[Welcome here, intern garbage dump employees!]
Huang An stopped walking and listened carefully to the voice in his head. His brain was running wildly, trying to digest as much information as possible in the voice.
He is sure of this. After all, he has read countless fantasy novels, and his imagination and receptivity are extremely strong.
[Abide by the following treaties and you will gain true freedom!]
[During the internship, garbage from all over the world will fall from the void every natural month. Your task is very simple. Sort the garbage and put it into the black garbage entrance behind you. Clean up at least one ton of garbage every day, and you must
Done!]
[Internship period: one natural month! Upon completion of the internship, you will be rewarded with the use of the world shuttle door.]
The door to the world?
Huang An took the time and wrote down the key words.
This is related to whether he can survive.
After all, he was picked up from the garbage dump and never gave up hope of living.
[Friendly reminder, there is no real garbage, only garbage people who don’t know how to use garbage! You can find “garbage” that is useful to you from the garbage. This is the benefit of being an employee working in a garbage dump. Of course, you need to spend a
The lost gold can be exchanged for the benefits you want.]
Gold for trash?
Huang An was thoughtful, he remembered this information that might be useful to his survival!
[Note, you will have the following rights in this square.]