Johnson got off work at nine o'clock this morning.

As a guard soldier of the Western Greenhouse No. 5, he spent another night on guard in front of the greenhouse gate yesterday.

Counting the two homeless people he chased away yesterday afternoon, he has turned away thirty-two people this month.

This made him very tired, even if he was on duty all night, his spirit would not be so depressed.

Because he knew that he might be killing those people.

With the light coming on in the morning, Johnson walked on the street and looked up at the towering ramparts and transparent dome of the greenhouse.

He could still see the sky, but he no longer had the feeling of looking at the sky.

I don’t know when it started, but Johnson felt that the greenhouse seemed to have changed.

It no longer feels so warm, it no longer looks like a human refuge, but more like a prison.

It uses towering barriers to lock everyone's eyes, uses temporary stability to make people numb and depressed, and in the end, uses resources that will eventually be exhausted to make people die in despair that they cannot resist.

To borrow a familiar phrase from Johnson, it's like boiling a frog in warm water.

It's not neat and tidy, but it can make the people who are being slaughtered forget about their struggle.

The funny thing is that many people in the greenhouse know this, but they no longer have the consciousness to struggle.

The exploration team's exploration distance is getting closer and closer, and the Greenhouse Guard's work has become more and more neglectful. The research institute aimed at restoring human technology has also not produced any new results for an unknown period of time.

Including Johnson, they are all people who choose to lower their heads and deceive themselves in the current situation.

It will be fine, everything will be fine.

Johnson said this silently in his heart.

Even if he knows exactly what the real future should be like.

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At the end of the Dark Ages, Greenhouse, as a new city-state, once carried all the hopes of mankind.

However, now, it has become the longest-standing disease in mankind.

The temporary warmth has made too many people gradually forget their past resistance.

It also makes too many people choose to "wait" for an effortless and not too painful death.

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In the Greenhouse Guards camp, Johnson received his day's resources as a Guardsman.

Today's resource pack is very good, and there is a small strawberry in it. He plans to take it home for his daughter to eat.

When leaving, the soldier saw an old friend of his sitting at the entrance of the camp and resting.

"Paul, haven't you gone back yet?"

After walking up and asking, Johnson stopped in his tracks.

"Ah, it's nothing, I just suddenly want to sit here for a while."

Paul was sitting on a bench next to the camp, holding half a stick of firewood in his mouth and looking into the distance.

When he saw Johnson, he patted the seat next to him and asked aloud.

"Want to sit with us?"

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"Okay." Since he had nothing to do, Johnson agreed to Paul's invitation.

He sat down and looked in the direction Paul was looking.

There was a city scene, in the pale light of the greenhouse.

"This city is really magnificent." Paul suddenly said while smoking a cigarette.

"Yes." Johnson nodded. It is undeniable that mankind has achieved great achievements in the past.

However, the two did not stay on the topic of the city for too long.

Because after a few breaths, Paul asked again.

"How many groups of refugees have you driven away from Ximen?"

"Thirty-two," Johnson replied slowly, then added.

"Yesterday, I just drove away a woman and a child. They said they had no resources to go to the next greenhouse, so I asked them to wait in the ruins until the storm was over."

"They might not survive." After a moment of silence, Paul said softly.

"I know, so I hope I won't have to clean up the corpses in the ruins."

Johnson held the resource package in his hand and tried to keep his expression calm.

The pale light made this supposedly warm city look extremely cold.

After a few minutes, Paul finished smoking his cigarette.

Putting the cigarette butt between his fingers and stubbing it out, he stood up and blew out the last puff of smoke from his mouth.

"How long do you think this greenhouse can last like this?"

Johnson was stunned for a moment, then sighed, sat on the bench and answered.

"Who knows, maybe it can last for a year. At least from the current point of view, it should not have any problems within more than ten years."

"What about ten years from now?"

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"talk later."

"Well, let's talk about it later..."

Beside the bench, the two people stopped talking.

It seems that this is the current situation of greenhouse residents.

However, Johnson suddenly thought, is this really the meaning of the greenhouse?

Is this really the meaning of people in the dark ages using their lives to build this city-state?

Let the people who come after you wait for destruction in this way?

Probably, no.

It should carry a more important entrustment.

What is this entrustment? Johnson thinks he may know it.

It's a pity that he didn't dare to think about it.

Because it may be something that people of the previous era spent countless lives to pass on.

They roared in the darkness, fought in the blood, and cried bitterly in front of the wreckage.

The purpose is to hand over this possibility to the hands of the next generation.

However, people of this era have failed them.

Use numbness and cowardice, use selfishness and indifference.

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Among the ruins, on the roof of a tall building.

Liuyuan was standing on the edge of the roof, staring at the greenhouse in the distance.

Liz was checking a relay behind her, while Al crouched aside, practicing his aim with his rifle.

Looking at the huge building in ruins, Yanagihara seemed to think of something.

She recalled that when the first greenhouse was lit, it seemed to be in darkness.

At that time, it attracted everyone's attention, and then bloomed with light like a star, making people cheer, roar, and hug each other.

At that time everyone thought the world would become beautiful again.

At that time, everyone felt that they finally left hope for future generations and the possibility of their survival and continuation.

At that time...

"Liuyuan, what are you doing? Come here and help." Suddenly, Liz's voice came from behind.

Liuyuan blinked and came to his senses, then smiled bitterly, turned around and walked over.

She thought she might be thankful that the light did not completely dissipate after the darkness ended.

It's become much weaker, but it's clearly still there.
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