Chapter 10 "There Is Danger"

"Shitou" doesn't like this name.

There are more than ten people named "Shitou" in this refugee street.

But there is no good name, and even if there is, it is useless.

He is called Shitou because others call him Shitou.

If he is the only one, no one will use this name, so he has no name, and is a nameless person.

Moreover, he has no power to choose.

He is just a scavenger.

But, speaking of it, he encountered a strange thing when he was scavenging recently.

While thinking about it, he searched through the piles of waste transported from the city, trying to find waste that can be sent to the center of the refugee street in exchange for some better food.

However, at this time, he seemed to hear a sound like flapping wings.

Shitou turned his head and looked, but felt nothing.

Just don't know why, I feel a little groggy.

He shook his head, and this groggy feeling soon disappeared.

Is it because I ate too little?

Shitou couldn't help but sigh. Compared with other scavengers, his ability to find things was too poor.

However, at this time, he suddenly lowered his head, squatted down, and hid in the pile of waste piled up by various metal and wooden products.

In the direction he just looked, several men, either tall or short, were walking towards the location of his refugee hut.

Thinking of what might happen, Shitou couldn't help but look a little ugly.

When he was scavenging in another place before, he saw a shiny thing.

At that time, someone approached.

He wanted to warn them, but was ignored and suspected of wanting to steal things, so he was driven away.

If he hadn't walked fast, he would probably have been beaten.

The person who took the thing lived not far from his refugee hut, only two refugee huts away.

Raising his head secretly, Shitou tried to observe those people without being exposed.

He never thought of fighting with those people. Even if he was robbed, they would just rob him. With so many people, he couldn't resist, and he didn't have the ability to resist.

I can only say that he was too cautious, right?

Previously, Yancheng had a notice from Yan people saying that in the wilderness around this time, a monster called "Thought Body" would be very active. Not only could you not go to the wilderness to scavenge, but you also had to be careful that the Thought Body in the wilderness would run into the Refugee Street, so that all scavengers would immediately report any abnormalities to the people in the center of the Refugee Street.

He remembered it very clearly, so he would immediately stay away from anything wrong.

Because he always did this, he never encountered danger. Many times, other scavengers picked up things first. This situation made another scavenger who was originally searching for usable waste with him give up working with him.

It's a pity. Although that guy's observation ability is not good, he knows a lot of places that are easy to be missed. It's too difficult to find another scavenger who won't find him hiding things secretly, and even if he finds them, he can't beat him.

However, it doesn't matter. Since he won't act with me anymore, there's no need to keep him. I can just find a chance to kill him later.

Shitou didn't intend to leave a competitor for himself.

This area is already narrow enough. He can't pick up much by himself. If someone else comes to compete for it, he doesn't want to go to the wilderness to scavenge.

Speaking of this,

Shitou's eyes are fixed on those people.

At least, this time, he can be sure.

There is something wrong with the thing he didn't take last time.

This time, it's not because he was too vigilant that he couldn't get it, but because it might be dangerous and he didn't dare to take it.

After all, he remembered that it looked like a statue and was glowing.

It obviously didn't look like something that could glow.

Seeing it glow, Shitou was a little scared, so he didn't dare to take it.

He didn't know if there would be any problems with those people.

Looking out again, Shitou paid attention to the movements of the scavengers who came here for some reason.

However, for some reason, he felt a little groggy again.

Shaking his head, Shitou looked ahead in a trance, as if he saw a bridge of light.

Night had completely fallen, and the gray moonlight sprinkled on the ground, fell on the randomly piled waste, and cast dense shadows on the side.

There was no lighting equipment in the refugee street.

At night, the refugee street was dark.

There was no other light source except the moonlight.

The few people who were secretly spied by Shitou followed the shadowy road under the moonlight and walked towards the hut where Shitou lived.

As they walked, they talked in low voices:

"Why is that Vulture guy so interested in what we snatched from Shitou? And he asked us to catch Shitou and question him?"

"How should I know."

The man who answered had bloodshot eyes. It was unknown whether it was because he hadn't slept well for a few days or for some other reason. He bared his teeth and made a low voice of hatred:

"I guess that thing is very valuable."

"I think so too."

After the two tall men finished speaking, a short and strong man next to them quickly answered:

"What did we get before that would interest the vulture so much?"

"I heard from the people of the New Human Cult that the Yan people have been collecting something, and there are special refugees in the refugee street to collect for them. I think the people working for the Yan people might be vultures."

"Good guy, the idiot Shitou really found the good stuff."

The last man said bitterly:

"Before you catch him, you have to interrogate him and let him tell you where these things are."

"Yes, yes"

In agreement, several people walked towards Shitou's refugee hut.

During the conversation, there seemed to be no discussion about whether Shitou could escape, as if Shitou could not escape from their hands at all, and was already a fish in a jar.

In fact, they also felt so. In this refugee area, they were iron-fisted. No refugee could beat them, and no refugee could resist them.

Either stay here and be harvested by them, or leave this refugee area.

They soon came to the refugee hut where Shitou lived.

One of the tall men came to the door made of several boards, kicked it hard, and directly broke the door:

"Come out! Shitou!"

When the door was kicked open, a smell that several people had came out.

There was no response, and they also signaled to each other. Finally, two short and strong men walked in.

However, one of the two tall and strong men who were guarding outside the door to prevent Shitou from escaping looked back.

A familiar shadow came into view.

"Shitou? Good fellow, you still want to escape? Come here quickly."

The tall and strong man reached out and grabbed him.

Compared with the other party's stature, which was as short as a teenager, his big palm had an undoubted suppressive power.