As he said that, he sat on the edge of the bed, took his grandfather's hand, and said loudly: "Grandpa, people from outside are looking for us! They say they are from the base, and they really have a base!"

The old man was no longer conscious, and was not infected by the joy and excitement in his words. Instead, he frowned in confusion and turned his head away, as if he was escaping from his noise.

"We can go to places with many people!" The boy seemed used to it and was not infected by the old man's negative attitude, and his tone became more excited.

At this moment, the old man's withered mouth moved and uttered a few unclear syllables.

His grandson said: "What?"

An Zhe also listened carefully. The old man's lips moved and he repeated the syllables again.

"The time..." His throat was hoarse, air leaked from his mouth, and his voice was like the sound of broken wind: "The time... is coming soon."

The boy apologetically turned to Lu Feng and said, "Grandpa always says this. He feels that he is seriously ill and about to die."

After that, he told the old man: "Let's go to a place where humans are. There will definitely be medicine there."

The old man turned over and over, still saying this, so they had no choice but to give up. The boy took them to a slightly spacious square room. The rugged walls of the room had a mine route map and operating instructions posted on yellowed paper.

, there is a small square table in the middle.

Lu Feng was communicating with the boy.

The boy's name is Xibei. According to him, when the unprecedented disaster struck, the mine collapsed. But because there was no lethal radiation in the cave, some of the people inside survived and have continued to this day. They will go

The nearby ruins of a small town were collecting daily necessities, but they would also be killed and devoured by monsters outside. His mother only had one child, and slowly and slowly, out of the dozens of people at the beginning, only he and his grandfather were left to depend on each other.

"I knew that everyone would definitely not die. They must have built a new home somewhere, but we couldn't find you. My grandfather said before that when we found another exit to go out of the mine, the sky had changed outside. A

There are no living people left.”

"The radio can't receive a signal. There are monsters outside. We can't go out. We can only stay here, but we know there must be others." Xibei's voice was trembling with excitement. He looked from the side of the wall.

I took out a thin book that was basically worn out from the small compartment on the top.

"Two years ago, we found a car outside. In addition to a dead person, there were only these books in the car. I knew there were people outside. I... have been waiting for you to come." He looked at Lu Feng, his eyes

It's full of hope.

An Zhe reached out and saw the top one in the stack of thin books. The dim gas light illuminated its cover. The title was four words "Base Monthly". These four words touched the memories stored in his mind.

Fragments, this is a brochure distributed to people by the cultural department of the base.

And this manual was produced by a distant human base. It was taken by mercenaries or soldiers along with pornographic novels and weapons illustrations. They were boarded in an armored vehicle that left the base. After a long journey, it was left in the wild forever.

Then, the survivors of the desert era took it out from the wreckage of the vehicle and passed it around in the mines day after day. They knew that this represented the news of the distant home of mankind.

The title page has turned yellow, and there is a line of small words written "May we have a bright future." Turning down further, there is a table of contents page.

An Zhe's hand while turning the pages suddenly trembled, and his eyes stopped on a line on the catalog page, two extremely simple words.

"Winter".

The ellipsis extends all the way to the right edge of the paper, where it ends with two more words, representing the author's name.

An Ze.

An Zhe's breathing paused briefly at that moment, and the next moment his peripheral vision saw the next line of "Winter", which was called "One Day in 2059".

The year 2059 is a distant era in history, so the name illustrates one point. This is a sophisticated historical article.

Its author's name is poet.

——These two names were juxtaposed quietly on the page.

An Zhe's fingers fell on the paper. His fingers once hugged Anze's shoulders in the cave covered with vines, and were once caught by the poet in a dark carriage. Now they are gently caressing those two shoulders.

The names of individuals and their figures were vivid in An Zhe's mind again. He turned to that page - the two pages side by side. "Winter" was a short poem about the winter when the snowflakes fell on the supply station square.

Anze said that the snow was as soft as white dove wings.

Anze could recall all the details of his voice. He seemed to hear Anze describing it to him personally. In this brief moment, Anze seemed to have come to life again, and the poet stood in front of him with a smile again. He insisted on telling him the base

history - there are still records left by them in this world.

An Zhe's vision was blurry. It was obvious that he had not thought of these two people for a long time. Just a few hours ago, he was still criticizing the complacent efforts made by human beings to maintain their will. He imagined that Lu Feng would also become a mutant.

On that day, he would not dislike him. But this idea wavered at this moment.

He knows that the base is hopeless, and he knows that humanity is at the end of its rope.
Chapter completed!