On the desolate wilderness, a figure moved quickly. Its speed is so fast that it raises a cloud of dust on the ground.

The figure in the Mercedes suddenly stopped. It was a black girl with a twelve or three-year-old **** her back. The young girl had long silver hair, and a chubby mutant beast was pulled tightly on her shoulders.

"What's the matter, Artesha?" Moni asked.

Atesa looked in the direction of Windmill Town, she seemed to sense something just now. But that feeling is very vague and unclear. However, that feeling made Artesha feel a little bit scared.

"It's okay, let's hurry up when we rest." Atesha hid the feeling, and there was no need to say something that she couldn't figure out to make another person worry about it.

After eating something briefly, Moni gestured on the sand with her fingers. She drew a squiggly line, and then drew a circle at the end of the line. Moni lit it and said: "Walking along the road, we will go to a base called the Capital of Shadows. This is the largest settlement within a thousand kilometers. Let's go there and wait for zero."

Atesa looked at her unexpectedly and said, "How do you know this?"

Moni smiled embarrassedly and said, "There is a map in the hotel lobby. I paid attention to it before. But at that time, I never thought about going to the Shadow Capital in the current situation. Mother’s news should be easier..."

Mother?

This is an unfamiliar word to Artesha. Atessa’s parents were the best fighters in the village, but when Atessa was born, her mother died in childbirth. At the time of the final decision between the adult and the child, Atessa's mother resolutely gave up her life and left the chance to pay it back to her daughter.

Children are the future!

This is when Artesha's father relayed what Artesha's mother had said before her death to her when she was ten years old. In fact, Artesha's name was inherited from her mother, and this is the only thing her mother left her.

Also when Atesa was ten years old, she lost her father. During a hunt, her father encountered an extremely powerful mutant beast. In order to cover the departure of other villagers, Artesha's father stayed but left her forever.

For her, the impression of her mother is vague, at least not as clear as her father. Artesha had imagined her mother's appearance more than once, but found nothing. Therefore, Moni, who at least remembers her mother's appearance, looks happy in Atessa's eyes. As long as Moni's mother is not dead, they at least have a chance to meet again.

Unlike Atessa, she doesn't even know what her mother looks like.

"As long as you don't give up, you will definitely see you again!" Artesha patted Monnie on the head and said.

Moni nodded emphatically, and then said, "Atesha, what do you think about Zero now."

"It should be okay. Even the big crack can't kill him. How can a duel like that die." But when Artesha said this, she suddenly realized that the source of the previous fear was actually from Yu zero.

When she discovered this detail, the anxiety in her heart became more intense.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Parkland's convoy finally drove away. Before leaving, Parkland's soldiers collectively cremated the excavated corpses, and another flame rose on the ruins of the factory. It's just that this flame is not so blazing, but the flames released by high-efficiency fuel quickly burn and decompose human body tissues. As a result, the scent of meat was blown in all directions, but the faces of the people who smelled the scent were quite bad, and some even vomited directly.

The burning process lasted a full two hours, and when the evening approached, the flames gradually extinguished.

The ruins of the factory have been cordoned off by the security team, and the cleanup will continue for several days, but before that, resettling nearby citizens implicated in the explosion has become the security team’s primary task.

There is no so-called mayor in Windmill Town. Except for the orderly security team, only four or five older residents form a committee to determine the town's major and minor affairs. In an emergency meeting in the evening, the homeless residents were decided to live temporarily in the committee's office building until their houses were rebuilt.

This small town is not rich. Most of the residents in the town will work in a nearby mine in batches in exchange for a meager income. A small number of people live by growing crops such as potatoes, but now the land is not only barren, but also radioactive. Although the cultivated crops will not mutate, their sales are not good because of low yields and radiation. Therefore, farmers’ lives are not better than miners, and they often live without meals.

The only person in town who makes money is the owner of the Waterwheel Bar. Although the inferior beer brewed by the bar is difficult to drink, men are still willing to spend a few cents to drink cold inferior beer from the bar after a hard day's work. Based on the principle of small profits but quick turnover, the boss Mr. Holt has made some money over the years. For this reason, when the committee asked him for financial assistance to help the poor residents repair their houses, Mr. Holt generously agreed.

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When I returned home from the committee's office building, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Today is indeed a thrilling day, and Mr. Holt has forgotten how long it has been so exciting. At this moment, he was a little tired, so he planned to take a bath and then sleep, but he heard the voice of his wife cursing from the rooftop.

"What's the matter, dear?" Hult asked.

The wife came down from the rooftop and cursed as she walked: "I blame the explosion at noon for blowing away all your clothes hanging on the rooftop."

"Forget it, forget it, we are all lucky if we are still alive, and we lost our clothes." Mr. Holt didn't mind, and after comforting his wife a few words, he walked to the bathroom.

Hult’s wife said to herself: “But it’s really strange. The same is that the sheets fixed with the clamps were not blown away, but only a few clothes were blown away. What is the reason?”

Obviously she didn't understand the key, and a lot of housework was still waiting for her to do, so she didn't have extra energy to think about this mind-bending matter.

In the wilderness under the dark night, a figure looming or appearing on the highway. The figure moves extremely fast, leaving a series of afterimages during exercise, and it keeps going north along the highway.

When stopping occasionally, the person who showed up was obviously wearing an improper suit. Both the striped shirt and the gray-blue jeans were too generous, as if they were wearing other people's clothes.

If Mr. Holt’s wife saw it, she would understand that her husband’s clothes were not blown away by the wind, but stolen. At this moment, the thief on the highway seemed to have determined a certain direction. He stepped off the highway and passed through a dry sand. After several elevated electrical towers that had stopped working, the outline of a city faintly appeared under the night.