Chapter 240: Voyeur

The weather gradually became warmer, and the sun, which was blocked by thick clouds, appeared more and more frequently in the sky, sowing light to the earth that still felt cold. The gloomy and silted radiant clouds were as thick as glue that could never melt, but after careful observation, it could be seen that their color was a little lighter than in previous years.

The plants begin to sprout, and the tips of the dry tree are faintly green. Unlike the tall trees in the forest that still retain the tall trees that rely on falling leaves to overwinter, the shrubs in the wilderness usually recover much earlier than them. The yellowish and green new leaves are full of irresistible temptations for all hungry creatures. The vegetarian or omnivorous animals that wake up from hibernation have become the first diners in the wilderness who can taste the fragrance of grass stems. When they chew this rare delicacy and are so excited that they are a little lost, swarms of rotten wolves and hyenas will always hide deep in the grass, with sharp fangs, and dirty and stinky saliva. They stare at these prey that are desperately storing fat so that they can grow fatter.

Yinyue City also began to become busy. The endless stream of people traveled between quarries and cultivated land like ants. Houses set up in designated areas are increasing in numbers at a terrible speed. New fields are also being dug. Tens of thousands of refugees, under the surveillance of armed motorcycle riders who are patrolling, use simple tools to pry loose large pieces of mud, repair ridges, dig trenches, and level them... They must cultivate enough fields in the shortest time and sow seeds before the first season rain comes, so that they can get the daily rations from the staff wearing the licensing badge of the management committee. As for the harvest of these lands filled with their own sweat and hardship, it is no longer within the scope of their own consideration. Only citizens who are certified and have "e" or above are eligible to receive different amounts of rewards from the fields at each level.

Of course, you can also give up this life that is no different from a slave, escape from the city and return to the wilderness to be an unrestrained free man. The price you pay for is to be starved to death, thirsty, or torn to pieces by mutant creatures.

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On the north of the city, on the east side of No. 86 Street, there is a simple stone house.

There is no difference between this house and other surrounding buildings. Before obtaining a higher citizenship than the "f" level, refugees who have recently joined the city must build houses in the form specified by the management committee. This facilitates control and is conducive to the overall landscape of the city. Once an emergency occurs, the armed patrol team responsible for surrounding security can also relieve potential dangers in the shortest time.

If you can pass through the cracks of the door like air, you will find that there is almost no decent decoration in this closed room. Tables, chairs and benches made of wood, a bed made of old bricks and wooden boards exudes a smell of bad mold, with black and gray grey oily clothes, sheets, and piled up in the corners of the walls, occupying nearly a quarter of the room, picking up garbage and rags from the ruins and wilderness, filling the entire room with a full body, almost even turning around.

A man about 1.65 meters tall stood by the wall, squinting his eyes and approached the window. The window sash made of scrap paper was covered with a thin window. Without careful observation, it was difficult to see that there was a simple lens barrel with a diameter of about five centimeters and a slightly raised surface bulge outward without careful observation.

The man's face was full of sickly pale. Perhaps because of his squinting his left eye, his right eye looked surprisingly large. He grinned and squeezed his facial muscles so that his right eye could be opened larger. Driven by the twisted nerves, the right lip that could not be closed was opened in an oblique triangle shape, revealing the uneven arrangement, covered with yellow dirt, and extremely nauseating teeth, and also the crystal saliva that was dripping down the corners of his lips, completely soaking half of his front chest.

Wilhel has been joining Hidden Moon City for more than a whole year. In short, he should be the older resident of the city. He can be regarded as an alien. In addition to those who were killed or involved in the robbery in the Great Palace, those refugees who joined the city at the same time, all obtained citizenship status above the "e" level. Only he still stayed in this dirty and messy little house, receiving food and water that could barely maintain food and clothing on time.

According to the regulations of the Management Committee - only low-level citizens who attend on time every day, complete work tasks under patrol guards and are confirmed by supervisors can obtain 800 grams of corn bread, 5 grams of salt, and 500 milliliters of clean drinking water. Maintain a record of full attendance for three consecutive months, and starting from the fourth month, the amount of food ration can increase to one kilogram per day. Full attendance throughout the year can be obtained from the regional managers. If the same evaluation can be maintained for three years, then from the fourth year, the citizen level will be correspondingly improved, becoming an "e"-level citizens who can have the qualification to harvest profits in the field.

Wilshire has never obtained a record of full attendance for the month. He will only be seen on the construction site when he is too hungry to bear it. He will get confirmed by the supervisor that he will usually eat the food obtained from the food distribution station in two or three days. During this period, he will stay at home until everything is eaten completely and is so hungry that he is really uncomfortable, and then he will repeat the difficult and painful work in exchange for the food process.

Whether in the old days or now, human society is not short of lazy people or parasites. Violent forced work will only bring more problems. In contrast, hunger and thirst are the best driving forces.

At the head of the bed were several old books with tattered covers, yellowed paper pages, and curled corners. These were the "baby" Wilhel picked up from the ruins, and they were also props he used to prove his worth.

"Three Thousand Questions on Brain Teasers", "Mobius Circle Exploration", "Topological and Visual Differences", "Female Emotions and Personal Thinking", "Algebra"...

Wilhel doesn't like gambling like other refugees in the city, and has no interest in drinking. His biggest hobby is to lie on the bed, dip his fingers in saliva, and slowly read these books left over from the old era. Do questions, think, and find the pleasure and excitement of getting the answer in the complicated thinking of the thrilling mind.

He considered himself a wise man with a very high IQ. He could memorize the exercises listed in these books and understand the contrast and slitting relationship between triangles and circles. But he would never connect thinking with reality and could not apply it. He could only stay on paper, fantasy, and fantasy.

The lens barrel mounted on the window is a simple homemade telescope. The hand-polished lens has a small imaging magnitude, and the landscape seen from the lens is also very blurry, but it is enough to allow Wilshire's sight to cross the inner city wall hundreds of meters away, and to see the city lord's residence that stretches out most of the roof from the top of the wall.

"Come on, show up quickly! Please, I have been waiting all morning. Don't torture my long-suffered heart. Let me take a look and just a look. Even if it's only one minute or a second, it's enough-"

The murmuring full of pleading tone was faintly unrecognizable. Maintaining a standing posture for a long time made the legs feel heavy as if they were filled with lead. Judging from the sunlight cast through the radiant clouds, the time has exceeded 2 o'clock in the afternoon. From yesterday noon until now, Wilshire has only drank a few sips of water, and has not even eaten a little bread crumbs.

There was no food at home, and there were almost two hundred milliliters of water left in the corner of the house. The strong acid liquid was gnawing at the stomach bag desperately, making a "gurgling" sound, stimulating the central nervous system to twitch and tremble again and again.

The right eye, which was covered by the lens barrel, has already protruded into an abnormal shape. Under the influence of the sore and swelling visual nerves, the thinking consciousness gradually gradually became briefly confused. Dizziness, tinnitus, sensory numbness... Many physiological negative effects emerged in Wilshire. Despite this, he still gritted his teeth hard, opened his eyes desperately, and focused his attention on the white balcony of the official residence in the distance.

Perhaps it was the sincere prayer that moved God, or perhaps it was God who felt bored by this boring game. Finally, just as Wilshire's thinking fell into a trance and might be exhausted at all times, the closed door of the small building of the official residence finally opened a gap. As this line full of hope gradually expanded, Ying Jia's beautiful figure slowly appeared on the balcony.

"My lover, you, you are finally here. You have made me wait for too long... But it's not too late now. My dear, I have no intention of blaming you. I will wait for you at all. I, I, I...I...I want...I want..."

Wilshire said incoherently what he could only hear. He was trembling with excitement and his teeth made a "grand" impact. His hand holding the telescope tightly held the edge of the lens, and his right eye, which was wide to the limit, was deeply trapped inside the lens barrel. Although doing so would not help changing the visual effect, in Wilshire's view, it could significantly shorten the distance between himself and Ying Jia on the other end of the lens, allowing him to get closer and see more clearly.

"Dear, I like you wearing this white dress. This makes you look as pure as an angel. Oh! Why do you frown? Is it because of the wind? Or it's too cold? Quickly... Go back to the house, don't catch a cold, that way... No, don't leave me alone, I've been waiting for a whole day to see you, don't leave-"

Wilshire said something confusingly meaningful like a madman. His voice intermittently, his pupils that tightened into needles staring at every detail of Ying Jia. His hair, fingers, and body... Although these parts have long been deeply engraved in his memory like a brand, he still feels strange and feels full of unparalleled attraction to himself.

He always remembered the scene when he first met Ying Jiashi.

It was four hundred and twenty-seven days ago. I stood in front of the window and looked towards the inner city north. Just in front of my sight, Ying Jia, dressed in white, appeared on the balcony like now. Although it was just a hazy and blurry silhouette, in Wilshire's view, it was like being hit by a high-speed train and suddenly burst into an uncontrollable and extremely frenzied impact.

"This is love at first sight, my dear, I will protect you well. You are mine, and you will always be mine-"

Wilshire stretched his neck, closed his left eye tightly, and murmured like a dream. He didn't know how long he could watch, and he knew very well that Ying Jia could not belong to him, but fantasy had occupied all the space of thinking, and reason still existed, but could not play any role.

Suddenly, the door connecting to the balcony was pushed open again, and Lin Xiang, wearing a light gray combat uniform, walked out of the room. He opened his arms and hugged Ying Jia from behind. Feeling the warmth coming from his beloved man, the girl smiled and turned her face, slowly buried the very beautiful face into the man's broad chest.

"No-"

A shrill scream echoed in the narrow and dark little stone house.

A strange flush suddenly appeared on Wilshire's thin face. The blood flowing in his blood vessels almost solidified at this moment. Adrenaline suddenly rose. He opened his mouth wide, and a fury howling like a beast came out from his throat. His right hand holding the telescope was trembling uncontrollably, and his left hand grabbed the wall next to him, snatching it hard as if he was ignorant of the pain, leaving five clear white scratches on the hard stone surface.

"You are mine, mine... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

It seemed as if all the strength in his body was exhausted. Wilshire's tense body relaxed and he fell to the ground with a depressed look. The telescope in his hand rolled down to the ground. The sour and salty liquid was squeezed out from the tear glands by the muscles, and fell down large drops.

...

The surging wind rolled back and forth with dense radiant clouds. They quickly filled every remaining gap on the surface of the sky, dragging the already small sunlight back behind them, blocking them all tightly, allowing the empty earth to return to dull and dead darkness.

Lin Xiang and Ying Jia's figures have long disappeared from the balcony. No one knows when the next time they appear.

Wilshire sat on the ground near the wall of the room with his knees in his arms, his head hiding deep behind his knees, revealing only two eyes full of bright red bloodshot, ruled by hatred and pain.

He just kept his fixed posture in this way, without moving at all. Countless chaotic consciousnesses kept floating in his mind, and he could not make sense of it.

A faint light penetrated into the room from the window, reflecting a layer of coldness like mist on the ground.

Perhaps wanting to soothe the numb arms for a moment, Wilshire slowly turned around, raised his right arm, and groped slowly on the hard wall.

There are several shallow white lines drawn on the surface of the stone with iron cones. They are very rough and chaotic. If you look closely and carefully, you can tell that it is a human face. If you understand the lines that drag long from the top of your head as hair, then you can further identify that this simple wall painting is a woman's face.

When his fingers touched the rough wall, a slight thorn came from the end of his skin. Wilshire had the illusion of stroking smooth porcelain. He knew that he did not have any talent for painting, nor could he leave Ying Jia's extremely beautiful face on the wall like a professionally trained painter. To be precise, no one except himself could associate this ugly portrait with Ying Jia, but he still looked very carefully and happily. The illusions and pictures in his mind were integrated with each other, and when he touched it, it was the face that made him dream.

"puff-"

His pants were taken off below his knees.

After releasing all his energy, Wilshire was like a fish whose muscles and bones were removed, and was weak and limp on the ground. Only at this time did he feel the strong hunger coming from his stomach and the thirst burning in his throat.

"So what about the city lord? You will never be able to occupy my woman. Even if you die, she will only belong to me, hehe hahahahahaha-"
Chapter completed!