Apocalypse Cockroach
Chapter 820: 313 Perverted Wax Artist 3/5 more
After breakfast, Yuan Yi walked around the camp with three children, teaching them Chinese and telling them something they could understand.
The little boy, Gangnam, was rather bored, kept everything in mind. The two little girls were lively, came running around for a moment, looked all over the camp. The two little girls yearned for Yuan Yi, hoping to take them to the gathering place outside to see it. Yuan Yi hesitated for a moment, thinking that even if she was good today, she nodded her head and agreed to let the two little girls cheer for a moment.
The successive changes in the concentration areas left the majority of the population impoverished, the camps had driven the economy, provided a number of jobs, and large and small forces had begun to cultivate their fields. Although they had not reached the point where they could feed all, they had caused the number of people starving to die in the assembly areas to drop rapidly, sometimes for three or five days without seeing a starving poor.
However, with a new round of mergers and challenges, many more people die each day in the gathering places than before, and many more people disappear. They disappear quietly in the gathering places, no one cares, no one cares, they have become accustomed, anyway, the majority of the missing people are lonely women, or small roles nobody cares about.
At one end of the gathering area is the garbage dump of the entire gathering area, where all kinds of garbage piles are piled up, and in the garbage hills, a girl wearing a grey t-shirt flips through the garbage hills looking for all kinds of electronic components.
The grey T-shirt prints the image of a man frowning and smoking. It was a rhinoceros brother who used to go through the Internet. Now the dirty eyebrows can no longer see the avatar. The girl is not old and her eyes are pure and bright. Two distinct black and white eyes swim in the garbage pile. Whenever she sees what she needs, the beautiful eyes will flourish. Whenever she doesn't find anything intact, she will hold her mouth in boredom. After three seconds, she will re-energize herself and look for the next target.
An hour later, the girl smiled with a bag of electronics and hung a telescope around her neck with only half a lens left, and with these things, she had a good harvest today.
The girl is sixteen years old, besides her big, distinct black and white eyes, dirty, with a smell, all kinds of bumps and unevenness on her face, like a cornucopia, like a skin disease, such a woman is not noticed in the gathering place, because there are beautiful enough women to attract the attention of the snoopers.
Just entering the building complex of the gathering place, the girl's big, colorful eyes suddenly changed, her eyelids pulled off, covering one-half of the eyes, the eyeballs as far down as possible, who dared not look, plus her chicken nest hair and the stench on her body, no one wants to take another look.
Girls stick to the corners of the walls, carefully avoiding everyone walking in front of them, like rats crossing the street, hiding themselves in the shadows as much as possible.
When the girl came to a shelter that looked like it would collapse at any moment, she pulled the door open gently and flashed in carefully. Half a mile, the girl left the door with tidy electrical parts, along the road of the gathering place, the girl came to a remote place, knocked on a few noteworthy wooden doors, and stood quietly at the door and waited.
The wooden door opened, a bald old man stood at the door, saw a dirty girl, frowned, took over the bag in the girl's hand, closed the wooden door heavily and made a 'bang’ noise.
The girl was accustomed to standing quietly outside the wooden door, staring closely at the door, revealing a desire in her eyes. Ten minutes later, the door reopened and the old man threw two things to close the door again.
The same is true of a girl's cloth bag, which contains parts that have not been picked, and a plastic bag, which is thrown on the floor with three egg-sized rice dumplings.
When she saw rice dumplings, the girl was surprised that she thought she could only get two today, or one, but didn't expect to get three.
Picking up the bag, the girl carefully took one of the rice balls out, squatted in the wooden door where she slowly ate it, very careful to eat, deeply afraid of losing one rice, three rice balls went into the girl's stomach, the girl stood up and patted her stomach satisfactorily, walked back at a pace not three meters away, walked out to face a man, saw the man, the girl's sweat all up, quickly lowered her head, leaned aside hoping that it would not attract the attention of the man.
The image of a man is lean, not hungry and thin, but naturally waxy yellow, the clothes are neat, although some are old, the slurry is still clean, the orbit is deep, the eyeballs are the same size as yellow beans, also a color as yellow beans, the hair is cloudy yellow, the hair on one side is long, covering his half face, walking room, the hair is still tattooed, the half face hidden in the hair does not show a trace.
The man also saw the girl, and when he saw the girl's face and dirty neck arms, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he saw the cuticle on the girl's face, his eyebrows suddenly unfolded, as if the girl in front of him, he looked very smoothly.
The two missed each other. Suddenly, the man felt that the fabric on the girl was familiar. Turning his head, the girl had a avatar behind her, Ringo's avatar. Seeing that avatar, the man had a vague memory in his head, but he couldn't remember. He called the girl:
“Wait..."
But when he opened his mouth, the girl threw away the cloth bag and ran away, looking at the electronics that had fallen in the air, and the man suddenly remembered a place, a garbage dump.
“You're too tired...”
As soon as the man's steady voice came out, the girl's footsteps slowed, but she dared not turn around, still walking step by step, in a strange position, swinging her arms sharply, lifting her legs sharply, seemed to be running in slow motion.
After saying this, the man did not open his mouth, chased the girl, rubbed the girl's body and ran to her front, turned to look at the girl's eyes open due to horror, saw the black and white division and purity in the girl's eyes, the man felt a disgust from the soul.
“You need to rest...”
The man fell into the girl's ear, and the girl could no longer control her limbs, standing in place, staring at the man in horror, a glimmer of despair in her eyes.
“Did you see that in the dump? Don't pretend, I know you saw, huh... didn't expect you to be so timid, you shouldn't have run, you ran away, I had reason to kill you.
Unfortunately, you're not the one I wanted to kill, but I had to kill you, really... I hate killing ugly women, and the only thing that satisfies me is that you have beautiful eyes, okay... and I'm going to let you die painless, as an equally ugly gift I gave you... ”
When the man said this, he reached out and curled up the long hair that covered his cheek. A horrible cheek with no skin, no ears, and even no eyelids appeared in the eyes of the girl. The man was a sick wax artist, Wang Rui.