A cottage less than five square meters has no windows.

Of course there will be no curtains.

The material of the manufacturing is very poor, it is built with ordinary bricks and stone, and a layer of iron plate of steel scrap is covered on the ceiling. Water is a luxury here, and of course there is no washbasin.

There is a toilet-like metal toilet fixed in the corner.

The principle of this thing has not been much innovative after the nuclear war. It pumped out disgusting wastewater from the wastewater pool of the manufacturing workshop in the town as a means of cleaning.

However, most of the wasteland people are free and wild, so there are disgusting urine stains everywhere on the floor walls around the toilet, and some suspicious traces and spots.

There is no such thing as a decoration in a house that smells smelly.

However, Lao Jiang still discovered a yellowed poster hanging on the stripped wall. It was a woman wearing a stunning and crafty but also very simple clothes.

She dyed a very strange head of hair, seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, gathered on the short hair, and also painted a heavy smoky makeup.

He has a pretty good figure.

What should be exposed, what should not be exposed are there anyway.

The poster is also covered with suspicious white spots.

The number of them even makes the soft poster itself stiff.

Bottles and jars were thrown on the ground, looking like local "drinks", with cigarette butts everywhere and cracked and dirty clothes. Lao Jiang couldn't even find a place to stay.

But he still found something interesting when he inspected this "hell" for a few rounds.

Right next to the guy curled up on the "bed" in the corner of the wall, the scrap iron table with only three legs, the only place without cigarette butts and ash.

There are two or three small cards.

"Lottery...a painkiller for the poor."

Jiang Xia looked at the thing and looked at the frightened owner of the room. He pinched the three unscrapped lottery tickets in his hand and looked at them. The inferior paper was smeared in a mess.

A few seconds later, he said to Roger beside him:

"How is the winning rate of this thing?"

"Slut fools."

Roger didn't care about the filthiness of this ghost place.

He swept everything on the scrap iron table to the ground, sat on it, leaned against the wall, raised his legs, and changed into a comfortable position.

Smoking a cigar, in this dark place where mice live, he said to Jiang Xia:

"The Eternal Life Association monopolizes, the Eternal Life Association is issued, and the Eternal Life Association draws the prize. The prize is drawn every seven days, and the highest prize is a capsule room in Liberty Citizen City.

The special prize is a candlelight dinner with the citizen goddess Ivy.

But as far as I know, for seven or eight years, the winners of the special prize seem to be the senior leaders of the Immortal Society.

You understand?

Candlelight dinner, bathing together, and then legal entertainment.”

"Who is Ivy?"

Lao Jiang threw down the lottery and was grabbed in his hand by the guy curled up in the corner of the wall with quick eyes and hands.

He clutched the three inferior lottery tickets tightly, as if he was grasping the future.

"It's her."

Roger pointed to the poster covered with suspicious spots on the wall, and said sarcastically:

"The lead singer of the "Freedom" band formed by the Immortal Society is a real bitch, my ex-girlfriend when I was seventeen years old, and also my first woman.

Of course I only found out afterwards that I was probably hers... Well, No. 69 ‘Collectibles’.

Do you know what the hell is?"

The black fox blew up the ashes and said with a look of indifference:

"That year, she was only fourteen."

"Um."

Jiang Xia squinted her eyes and whistled several times.

Full of sarcasm and sympathy.

But there is nothing to ask.

After seeing the quality of life of the people in the wasteland under normal conditions, Lao Jiang just wanted to leave this dirty five-square-meter hell as soon as possible.

"How do you use this thing?"

He played with the plug-in device in his hand.

It is black, rectangular, with a length of index finger, like a USB flash drive, with silver contactors and slides on the inner side.

"Just get stuck in your ear."

Roger didn't know where to find the same thing. He threw the thing up and down and said to Lao Jiang:

"The chip comes with a connection activation program, which you can understand as an external information receiver or a personal network node.

Only by using it can you connect to the data system of the Pure Land.

The civilian version does not have an identity lock, but has the lowest permissions, but it is quite suitable for occasional "traveling".

"Click"

As Lao Jiang was watching, Roger stuck the thing above his ear, and a small blue light lit up. Jiang Xia also raised his hand and gently pushed it on the small iron piece of the chip information receiver.

The thing was stuck there steadily.

A first-linked progress bar appeared in Lao Jiang's left eye vision. As the progress bar progressed, he could feel the surge sound in his brain became clearer.

It seems that there is a kind of power that is pulling his soul and thinking toward an unknown place.

When the sea of ​​consciousness has opened and the soul appears, Lao Jiang does not like this feeling at all. It is natural that mortals cannot detect the existence of the soul.

But he can clearly perceive the activities of his soul.

"Don't resist."

Roger's voice rang during chip communication.

Instructed:

"This process is not uploading consciousness, it is just quantum thinking technology, which uses your chip to stimulate brain wave activities, creating a virtual scene similar to holographic projection.

It's equivalent to dreaming.

A dream that brings together all the imaginations of living creatures in the entire world.

You will not be hurt in it. The chip's safe overload device will prevent your brain from being impacted. Don't worry, although I hate this thing very much.

But it is indeed harmless in terms of safety.

Unless Emma has completed the soul coding and uploading technology, you can do anything boldly in the Pure Land.”

Roger's voice was getting weaker.

Because the moment Lao Jiang closed his eyes, a white light appeared in his mind, quickly filling every part in front of him.

There is also a nice, neutral voice that sounds in his mind.

“Welcome to the Pure Land.”

"Buzz"

The white light that covered the eyes dissipated in the next moment.

It was like the first time I opened my eyes when I woke up. Before Lao Jiang opened his eyes, he heard the melodious sound of the violin echoing in his ears.

His keen thinking made him feel the breath around him as soon as possible.

Through the holographic simulation of the data, the fragrance emitted by the soil after the rain mixed with the aroma of plants and lingered around Laojiang.

The moment he opened his eyes completely, he saw a white sky, blue sky, clouds swaying, and branches above his head hang down obliquely.

A breeze blew by again.

It's like returning to the memory of the previous life.

There is no longer any gloomy sky in the real wasteland, and there is also the murmur in the mind that never exists all the time.

Jiang Xia sat up in the green grass.

He seemed to be in a Central Park where the city was perfectly repaired. Not far away, a group of people were sitting on chairs, drinking happily.

There is also a band playing lyrical music for them.

Further apart, on the stone platform in the center of the park, a larger banquet is being held, with men and women wearing elegant plain suits and long skirts, which looks like a group of decent afternoon tea.

Of course, there are also guys who maintain their image as wasteland, wearing leather jackets, exaggerated hair, and walking on skateboards in this beautiful and unsightly place.

Jiang Xia stood up.

He looked down at his hands, his right hand maintained flesh and blood, his left hand was silver, slightly ferocious mechanical prosthesis, and his clothes were perfectly restored.

The touch is still there.
To be continued...