In the blink of an eye, two years and three months passed.
The sun in the sky remains the same.
Twenty miles away by the lake, there is a residential building surrounded by defensive facilities.
Whoosh—
At this moment, an off-road vehicle stopped in the shadows outside the community.
A middle-aged man got out of the car, glanced at the bearded man moving the defense mechanisms, and then at the one less car in the yard, and asked him:
"Cripple went out again?"
"Yes, Chief," the bearded man replied, "went out to scavenge materials."
Materials are things used for defense measures, also things that might be needed in the base.
"He should take a couple more people with him when he goes out." The Chief shook his head, "Going out to collect materials alone, what if he encounters danger?"
"He's just like that." The bearded man also shook his head, "In the two years at the small station, he's either silently scavenging outside or silently zoning out in his room.
Always felt he..."
