Eschatology apartment

Chapter 1 Someone Comes from far away

It was another afternoon, and the sun, which had been raging all day, began to pack up its horrid power and move toward the horizon. After a busy day on the ground, people began to return to their homes. There are always dangers lurking in the night of the last days, and the night of this era does not belong to mankind.

After a day in the sun, the temperature on the poorly maintained road is surprisingly high, and you can even see the visible rise of the air, and even the weeds that struggle to emerge in the cracks of the concrete road appear listless, like all the creatures in this world.

A stocky middle-aged man in a sleeveless sweatshirt slouched in a chair in the open space in front of the building, a cowboy hat buttoned over his head to shield him from the sun, a double-barreled shotgun stretched across his lap in a pair of worn jeans, a pair of grunt hands on either side of the shotgun.

Not far from him, in the open space, a plump woman was busy at a brick stove with a lid on an iron pan. Only the rich smell of meat wafted out. Several five - and six-year-old children squatted next to the stove, staring eagerly at the pot.

A couple of men came back down the road, their two-wheeled carts piled high with dead branches, and on top of them were two baskets containing some turquoise wild vegetables.

"Good harvest?" The middle-aged man asked lazily.

The man who walked in front spread his hands, "Yesterday under the condom did not hit anything, look at tomorrow!"

The answer is not too surprising, and wild animals are not stupid, and after being eaten for so many years, they always know something about it.

"You should go further." "Said the middle-aged man.

"We'll see." The men looked at each other, apparently not too interested in the proposition, and the danger multiplied exponentially the farther away from the gathering place. Just last month, there was already an unbeliever who never came back. So, at least until the lesson is forgotten, people want to be cautious.

Middle-aged people also know that their proposal is not likely to be accepted, so just say a word even. Watching several men unload the dead branches on the cart and pile them in a corner of the open space, he said: "I have cooked sheep soup, let's drink it together."

Several men did not take the invitation seriously, after all, the principle here is to live their own life, unless they really can not live, otherwise mixing other people's food will be looked down on.

Middle-aged people did not intend to solid invitation, looking at a few people absent-minded refusal, and loudly said: "Old third, your daughter-in-law is pregnant with a child, can not drink vegetable soup with you every day, while you take the guy down to put some meat up."

So the invitation to name the person is not polite, the "third" gratefully thanked, and when he wanted to speak, he suddenly saw two half-older children flurred out of the grass by the side of the road, and shouted while running: "Someone is coming."

The middle-aged man and the third man looked at each other and saw the surprise on each other's faces. The middle-aged man jumped up with his shotgun and asked aloud, "How many?"

If it is familiar people, the two children will not be so panicked, at this time, strangers mean danger.

Behind the middle-aged man, several men who had just come back also took out their weapons for self-defense. The woman who had been cooking sheep soup in front of the stove quickly hid in the building with several children.

Soon, a man appeared on the road in the distance, wearing a tattered old cropped trench coat, unbuttoned on a hot day, with a large bag on his back and a short stick sticking out of his left shoulder that looked like the grip of some kind of weapon.

The man left his left hand empty, and his right hand had a wooden root as a help. Step by step towards the building in front of you.

The light of the setting sun cast his shadow on the ground, stretching out a long line.

The man had apparently spent so much time in the wild that his clothes were so tattered and his hair and beard so tangled in his oil-covered head that he could not even be seen.

He did not pay attention to the apparent hostility of the men in front of the building, until he walked up to the middle-aged man, stopped, and then grinned, showing two rows of neat strong white teeth, "Is there a room?" 'he asked.

The middle-aged man stared at him for a moment and then called out, "Carlo, we have a visitor."

"You can stay here." Carlo said, "Twenty-three." As she spoke, the girl opened the door.

Ding Chen looked at the two men who followed him covetously, pushed open the door and walked in. Carlo did not follow him, but stood by the door with his arms folded, leaning against the door.

The structure of this room is very simple, just a small square space, the entrance is a short platform, on which some cooking utensils are placed, and the space above the platform hangs a row of hanging cabinets.

The corner opposite the platform is separated into a separate bathroom, and a double bed is placed against the wall under the only window, and at the foot of the bed is a wooden wardrobe and a desk, which easily fills the room and can be seen at a glance.

Ding Chen put the huge backpack on the ground, standing in the middle of the room to look around, Carlo also took the opportunity to observe him.

In her view, Ding Chen is definitely a very mysterious person, Carlo has seen a few passers-by, but never seen such a distressed look like him, it looks like the dust of Ding Chen has been able to smear the wall with mud, really do not know how long he stayed in the field.

Ding Chen looked curious about many of the furnishings in the room. "What is this?" 'he asked.

"Gas stove." "You can cook with it," Carlo said. While saying that, she stepped forward to demonstrate the use of gas stoves to Ding Chen.

Looking at the flames rising from the stove plate, Ding Chen was obviously surprised, but unlike Carlo's imagination, he was not concerned about how the fire was generated, but asked in surprise: "Where do you come from gas?"

"You know natural gas?" Carlo took a moment to remember what natural gas was and explained in surprise: "It's not natural gas, it's biogas."

Ding Chen wrinkled his eyebrows, did not answer Carlo's question, turned around and looked at the bathroom again, went in and turned the faucet, and was stunned and said: "Is there hot water?"

"When the weather is good." "There are tanks on the roof for drying," Carlo explains.

This time Ding Chen looked much calmer, he nodded and said: "Very clever way." He turned his head and looked at Carlo. "I see the water wheel and the water tower by the river, so you have running water."

Carlo nodded and reminded him, "If you're going to take a shower, you'd better use it sparingly. Everybody needs hot water." At this point, she shrugged, "Of course if you use more today, it's understandable."

"I guess these aren't free." Ding Chen said, "How do I pay?"

Carlo raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on the big backpack on the floor. "Anything." "There is a shortage of everything, but it had better be necessities," she said. "Food is fine, but it's not that valuable," she explains.

Ding Chen nodded, "Maybe I can ask you about the market first later."

"Of course." "You can usually find me in the restaurant on the first floor," Carlo says, businesslike. She looked at Ding Chen, "See you later." Said to Ding Chen point, exit the door to go, close the door.

Not far from her, two men were standing against a wall, one of them a middle-aged man who had been sitting outside the building.

"He looks dangerous." "Said the middle-aged man.

Carlo smiled. "Uncle Li." She said, "My father is not back yet, can you keep an eye on him?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man said: "Don't worry."Looking at Carlo's descent in the background, another younger man said, "How long has it been since anyone came here?"

"That's a question you should ask Papa." The middle-aged man dragged a chair into the corridor, looked at the door of 23, and said to the young man: "Go and pour me a cup of tea."

They did not hide their hostility, so Ding Chen easily saw the two men in the corridor through the cat's eye on the door, and it was easy to guess what they were doing there.

In this case, this is not difficult to understand the thing, in fact, Ding Chen is also very surprised that he can so easy to enter the building, naturally will not care about the door there are two guards.

After locking the door, Ding Chen went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet to pour water into the bathtub, and then walked out, slowly took off his short coat, and put it on the back of a chair.

After losing the cover of his coat, Ding Chen can be seen wearing a cloth cover on both shoulders and a pistol hanging from his left armpit.

Ding Chen carefully unholstered the gun and held it in his hand. It was obvious that he had modified the holster himself, adding a long leather sheath to the back, about twenty centimeters wide and forty centimeters long, and the opening of the sheath revealed a handle with a wooden handle, and the carefully wound strips of cloth had lost their original color and had become a comfortable dark color.

The knife and gun were carefully placed on the table, with a five-pointed star clearly visible on the handle of the holstered pistol.

Taking off his jacket, he took off the saber strapped to his calf, placed the black rigid plastic sheath neatly next to the pistol, and then walked back to the bathroom, stripped off the rest of his clothes and sat in the bathtub. Feeling the heat of the water, he could not help but let out a sigh of comfort.

There is no electricity in the room, can only rely on refraction into the room of the sun lighting, so the light in the bathroom is not strong, can faintly be seen, Ding dust on the back with a whole pattern, it is a paratrooper in the starry sky background, at the foot of the paratrooper, surging boundless flame lava.

If someone can see this scene, they will be surprised to find that this tattoo is not only extremely beautiful and realistic, but also seems to be integrated with the skin on Ding Chen's back, and no traces of embroidery can be seen.