Sure enough, there were more than one of these towers that were not recorded on the map. Lu Changgeng looked at the lighthouse passing by the window. He did not slow down. He still lightly stepped on the accelerator to maintain the speed of the tracked armored vehicle and drove past the lighthouse. From yesterday to today, this journey has been This is already the forty-seventh tower. There is no pattern in the distance between towers. Some can be seen only seven or eight hundred meters apart, and some can only be seen after one or two kilometers. Next one
This is very strange. Lian Shu then said, if so, it shouldn’t be like this.
Lu Changgeng: Yes, it seems that we guessed wrong.
The two people were talking like charades, causing a tall man next to them to be stunned for a moment. He was confused and interrupted the conversation between the two: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait What's wrong? According to your guess, isn't this a lighthouse?
Lu Changgeng was stunned for a moment, then a hint of understanding appeared on his face: That's right, Lao Fan, you are not a local, so it's normal that you don't understand.
But if these were all lighthouses, they would be too densely distributed. Lian Shu explained dully, which was very wasteful and inconsistent with the frugal style of the night hemisphere.
For people in the night hemisphere, any resource is precious and will be recycled until it can no longer extract use value. The extravagant act of building a lighthouse every few hundred meters like now is Absolutely impossible.
He and Lian Shu were both residents of the night hemisphere, and they knew this very well, so they immediately noticed something was wrong. However, Lao Fan had lived in the day hemisphere with rich products since he was a child, so he naturally ignored this factor.
Lao Fan wondered: What would he do if it were a night hemisphere-style lighthouse?
Lian Shu took a pen to write on the map and said dullly: If it were a night hemisphere-style lighthouse, it wouldn't be built here at all.
Lao Fan:? ? ? ? ?
Lian Shu was right. Lu Changgeng took over the conversation while driving. Lighthouses would either be built near cities to pick up and guide survivors, or they would be built on highlands with complex terrain to warn of dangerous areas. There is not much benefit from building on a large plain that is unobstructed and has no dangerous areas, so people in the night hemisphere generally do not waste even a trace of resources on it.
Hearing this, Lao Fan nodded with some understanding: It is indeed wrong for you to say that, but judging from your tone, it seems that you have already guessed whose handiwork this is?
There are only a few cities built by survivors in the entire night hemisphere, and the Eternal Night Wasteland is the sphere of influence of the City of Night. Considering the character of the tyrant, it is really possible for him to do such a thing. Lu Changgeng sighed. He sighed, but judging from the appearance of these towers, they were built in a wide range of years. Some looked like they were built in recent years, and some were built more than ten years ago.
Even if the things that the workers have worked hard to produce are used to build this useless spectacle here, are they not willing to use them to improve the living environment of the workers?
Lu Changgeng's thoughts wandered far away, and he couldn't help but think about the childhood playmates he saw when he returned to Night City, the endless heavy work all year round, the children who need to be fed at home, and the oppression of the nobility and small powers, all of which were as heavy as a mountain. The pressure on his childhood playmate almost tortured him into a puppet with empty eyes, like a walking zombie.
The two of them are obviously the same age, but he is as old as someone over fifty. The huge gap in status has put a thick barrier between them. The childhood playmate is groveling on the other side of the barrier, and He could neither stop nor break the thick barrier between the two, and could only watch quietly as the cracks in the relationship between the two grew wider and wider.
At this time, Lian Shu, who was looking at the map thoughtfully, suddenly said: Chang Geng.
Lu Changgeng took the time to glance at him: What's wrong?
He stretched out his finger and tapped one side of the map: We should be in the eastern part of Evernight Wasteland now. We can almost return to Night City by driving southwest for half a day.
I'll drive the rest of the way, and you can go and rest for a while. Lian Shu suggested.
Lu Changgeng pondered for a moment and finally agreed. He knew that something was wrong with him. Perhaps it was because he was timid about being close to his hometown. The closer he got to the hometown where he was born and raised, the more he devoted himself to his work.
To paralyze himself, because once he lets it go, what he heard and saw the last time he returned to Night City will appear before his eyes like a nightmare, causing him fear and pain.
It's been a long time since he fled Night City last time, and to this day he still can't let go of what he heard and saw.
Will going back this time be the same as last time?
Returning to the small bed in the carriage, Lu Changgeng lay on the bed and looked at the low ceiling, thinking this in his mind.
Recently, Runtu felt that his unchanging life had undergone some subtle changes during this period.
Although he still lives on the dirty and smelly streets, lives with his children in a small and crowded shack, stands in front of the factory conveyor belt like a robot every day to do processing work, and gnaws on cheap energy bars, he feels like he is Something is different.
The most obvious thing is that he feels that his endurance has been reduced a lot.
He could no longer stand the smell of the streets, the endless oppression of factories and foremen, and the taste of cheap energy bars that tasted like chewing wax.
It's just that the changes in his life have brought him a lot of troubles, and most of these troubles stem from the various tasks issued to him by the Axis Regiment.
Like keeping your body clean.
Keeping oneself tidy and decent should be regarded as a daily task. Almost every worker who comes to pick up the task can complete it as long as he can keep his clothes clean and his body smell-free, and get a bowl of soup and a piece of bread for free.
But if you want to eat more or eat better like Runtu, you have to complete some other tasks.
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Although many people said that there was something wrong with the head of the Axis regiment, they could actually eat delicious food that only nobles could eat by doing such a simple thing. But Runtu doesn't care about these things. He is an honest worker and doesn't think as much as others. He only cares about whether he and his children can have enough to eat.
After work today, he came to the alms-giving place of the Axis Regiment as usual. Before he could receive his mission instructions for today, he was blocked by Wu Ming.
Runtu, I see that you have been quite diligent recently. Wu Ming looked at this honest worker with a smile. Do you want to consider signing a contract with me and become a demon? I mean, become an official member of the Axis Regiment. ?
