When he walked out of the exchange center, Ding Meng felt that his whole body was full of energy and his body was unusually relaxed. Not only was his mind clear, but his vision seemed to be clearer. Looking back at the gate, he could clearly see the faces of the 20 workers in front of the queue.
, now I can see the expressions of 30 people clearly.
Ding Meng took a deep breath. The air in the square became more stuffy, but his body and mind felt much happier.
But this joy quickly dimmed when he walked not far away, because he looked at the "child".
At this moment, the child is no longer that child. He has long since turned into a bloody corpse. Judging from the scars all over his body, the child did not die from Sadler's flying whip, but from countless people who were snatching his dark gold stone.
People rushed over him and trampled him to death.
Not only was all the Dark Gold Stone that he worked hard for a day snatched away, even after his death, others did not let him go, because he was stripped naked from top to bottom. You must know that there are many people in this place who don't even have half of their clothes.
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At this moment, Sadler was directing two mercenaries to move the corpses. Their method of disposing of the corpses was very straightforward, that is, they used small engineering vehicles to scoop up the "flesh and blood mass" and transport it to the outskirts of the base for disposal, without even bothering to bury it.
The square was still lively, the workers were still waiting, and the queue had long since returned to order, but Ding Meng's heart was not as calm as before. He had long expected that the child would be unlucky, but he did not expect such misfortune.
He was neither angry nor sad. Although he had only been in this place for less than two months, he was already used to this kind of thing. He had seen Sadler's flying whip at least ten times.
The most terrifying thing about that flying whip is that it is fast, accurate and high. What is really powerful is that the whip can not only kill people, but can also be retracted very calmly. The most important thing is to grasp and retract the force with just the right amount.
Ding Meng is not an insensitive person, but in this place, sometimes compassion can not only fail to help others, but can even harm himself. Therefore, the most important thing at the moment is to live well. Not only does he need to live, but also others
People still have to rely on him to survive, and Xiao Si is now waiting for the healing mixture he exchanged to save his life.
Walking south from the square, you will pass through a barren sandy land. About 20 minutes further, you will reach a world of pure rocks. Densely packed rocks of various sizes are piled up into gray-brown hillsides. They look huge and ugly at night.
If you stare at it for a long time, you will even feel that these hillsides are a bit ferocious, like a monster with sharp teeth, as if it wants to swallow these workers in one bite.
In fact, many workers are living in the mouths of these monsters. Under some huge dry rocks at the foot of the hillside, the workers dug pits on the spot. They said they were pits but they looked more like basements. After working for a day, they replaced them with nutrient solution.
After that, everyone fell asleep in the basement.
Oddly enough, the base's coverage area is actually not small, but it is very hot everywhere. However, these unventilated basements are actually cooler at night. After a tiring day, you can lie down and fall asleep. It stands to reason that such a room is basically impossible.
It is not waterproof, but Ding Meng has never seen rain in this area. Strictly speaking, the entire base has always been sunny.
You must know that in a very hot climate, wounds are most likely to deteriorate, ranging from inflammation and suppuration to decay and ulceration in severe cases.
Xiaosi's wound has now begun to rot. His back looks like it has been cut open by a sharp blade. The wound was just bleeding at first, but after being left undressed for a long time, it has now deteriorated to the point where a large area of his back is ulcerated.
So much so that the entire basement room was filled with an indescribable stench.
When Ding Meng came in, Xiao Si was lying on the stone groaning. He could only lie down and couldn't lie down at all. There was no bed in the room. Beds were a complete luxury in this place. Every worker had already practiced lying on the floor.
As for the sleeping skill, there is no light in the room. At night, except for the light in the square mercenary area, the entire base is in eternal darkness.
But in such a dark and invisible environment, Ding Meng walked up to Xiao Si with ease, quickly opened a healing potion and poured it into Xiao Si's mouth.
The effect of the potion was very obvious. After just one minute, Xiaosi's moans disappeared and he lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The large piece of rotten flesh on his back was gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that
The stench in the room was immediately dissipated and replaced by a slightly fragrant smell.
Seeing that Xiaosi's situation was effectively under control, Ding Meng breathed a sigh of relief, because Xiaosi was the worker he called F3-2187.
On the first day when Ding Meng came to this place, the situation was not much better than that of Xiaosi now.
The supplies on the transport ship were extremely limited, and not everyone could get enough supplies. Therefore, when the transport ship landed in the base square, Ding Meng was already too hungry to walk. He was kicked by the mercenaries like a football.
Huddled up in the sand, he should have had the same fate as that child, turning into a corpse waiting for the construction truck to ruthlessly shovel him away.
Fortunately, he met Xiaosi, who took him to the basement and revived him with the last remaining half of the healing agent:
"What's your name?" Ding Meng asked.
"I am number 2187."
Ding Meng said: "I'm asking for your name."
"Me?" Xiaosi was a little confused, "You can just call me Xiaosi."
"Xiaosi?" Ding Meng frowned, "Don't you have a last name?"
Xiaosi was even more confused: "Last name? I don't know what my last name is. Anyway, when I was born, others called me Xiaosi. You should call me No. 2187."
Ding Meng was speechless. He was still not used to using numbers to replace people's names. But he also knew that names are given to people. From a certain point of view, low-level workers like them cannot even
After all, no one in this place will treat them as human beings at all. The most terrifying thing is that sometimes they don't even treat themselves as human beings. Those "beasts" in the square are examples.
Since Xiaosi treats Ding Meng as a human being, Ding Meng will definitely help Xiaosi. This is his consistent principle...
Thinking of this, Ding Meng sighed slightly. Life like this was really too hard. He was so hard that he didn't dare to relax for a moment. He had to cheer up and be vigilant at any time. He was still young and he really didn't want to die.
In the darkness, Xiao Si's breathing gradually became evener, and it seemed that he had fallen into a deep sleep. Only then did Ding Meng feel a little tired, and he couldn't help but lie down on the ground, ready to end this hard day.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp sting in his eyes, like a needle piercing the bone marrow. The sharp and violent pain spread from his eyes to his whole body in an instant. Ding Meng even felt that his soul seemed to be stung by this sting.
Feeling throbbing.
That long-lost feeling suddenly appeared again, as if a raging fire was igniting in his chest. What was different than before was that the flame seemed to go straight to his forehead, as if it was going to explode his head.
What frightened him the most was that this time it was no different than before. In the past, his eyes were just blurred, but this time he could not see anything. He was blind in the true sense.
