Chapter 145

A haggard man with dirty clothes walked in from outside the door, holding a bean can with a sense of age and a bowl of water.

"You're awake."

Joel put the precious food and water on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at this stranger.

Thank God, he is not the last human.

Subsequently, they started chatting about nothing.

Joel talked about his experiences during this period, the strange existences he had seen, and the thrill of escaping death.

After he finished speaking, Luo Luo Bote nodded and responded:

"You call them airships…… ha, right, airships, good name."

"I was just hunting them, but unfortunately I was attacked……"

He deliberately avoided who attacked him, and Joel didn't care.

The world has become like this, what is the difference between caring and not caring?

But the stranger looked like he was dying.

Joel fed Luo Luo Bote some beans and water, and the latter improved a little.

With some strength, Luo Luo Bote thanked Joel.

"Thanks, I still don't know who you are."

After he fell, he didn't think he could survive.

In this world full of SCPs and anomalous phenomena, losing the ability to act is equivalent to declaring a death sentence.

"Just call me Joel."

Joel's mood lifted a lot, not only because there was someone to chat with to pass the time, but also because the most simple plot of helping others was satisfied, and there were still humans in this world, and it hadn't really been destroyed.

"Honestly, you are the first person I've seen since the world in the west disappeared. I almost forgot how to talk to people."

Luo Luo Bote was a bit shocked.

This person knows nothing?

Such a big movement, he didn't notice?

"Disappeared?!" His voice went up two degrees.

Immediately touched the wound on his body, making him gasp.

After a while.

When the sharp pain that occupied all consciousness gradually dissipated, Luo Luo Bote's brain could finally continue to think and organize language.

"World disappeared…… you don't know anything?"

Joel was a bit confused, couldn't react, and shook his head.

Luo Luo Bote endured the pain, supported the bed sheet with both hands, lifted his upper body slightly, and then solemnly said:

"It didn't disappear."

"It was just transferred."

"Didn't disappear?"

"Was transferred?"

Joel repeated the two sentences, looked at the stranger, hoping to get the corresponding answer from him.

But the other party just nodded without speaking.

It seems that he doesn't want to explain too much.

Joel didn't feel disappointed because of this; during this period, he had experienced enough disappointment and frustration.

Compared to hunger, cold, and monsters, this is nothing.

"I'll help you treat your wounds, but I don't have anesthetics and painkillers here." He said calmly.

Luo Luo Bote accepted Joel's kindness.

Before he could thank him, his thinking ability was immediately washed away by the hydrogen peroxide poured on the surface of the wound, and evenly applied while being soaked in medical alcohol.

The unspeakable sharp pain came from the wound, followed the nerves upward, and stirred his brain.

As if the skull was pried open, a basin of boiling mercury was poured down, and then high-voltage electricity was connected to it.

Luo Luo Bote gasped, inhaling more and exhaling less, his hands clenched into fists, blue veins bulging, his face pale.

He heard a story. In the ancient eastern country that has a deep connection with the Administrator, a general was poisoned by a poisonous arrow, and he actually let the doctor scrape the bone to detoxify while he was awake.

Luo Luo Bote couldn't help but feel admiration and tried to imitate the sages.

So, he failed in the next second.

"Ooooh—hiss—"

Joel tried to help Luo Luo Bote distract some attention, so he chatted about the other party's origin, but he just clenched his teeth, covered in sweat, and didn't answer.

Joel bandaged his wounds with clean bandages. Fortunately, there were no large open wounds on Luo Luo Bote's body, and he only needed simple disinfection and treatment.

But Joel's professionalism was still beyond Luo Luo Bote's expectations. He thought the other party would at most bandage him casually, but he didn't expect the technique to be so professional.

"Ah, long illness makes a doctor."

Joel explained.

"If you want to live in this hellish world, you can't do without this skill."

Saying this, Joel turned his forearm over and showed it to Luo Luo Bote.

The scars were like small insects, crawling on it, like the medals of this lonely man.

Luo Luo Bote thanked Joel. When the treatment ended, he suddenly cursed:

"Damn it……!"

11 "My orders may never be useful again."

Saying this, he took off his headphones and put them aside.

After a while, he said:

"I work for the Foundation."

"A hellish place that is a combination of a prison and a research institute."

Joel tidied up the medical supplies.

These things are very precious, and there is less and less of them.

"Foundation? I've heard of this organization, the TV broadcast mentioned it not long ago."

"Yes, the Foundation."

"I am an agent of the Foundation. If there were no damn apocalypse, my main task would be to travel around, find anomalous items in the process, and keep them from hurting people."

Luo Luo Bote said so.

Joel teased:

"Then you did a really bad job."

The whole world was destroyed by anomalous existences.

"Hahaha——"

Luo Luo Bote laughed.

He felt that he could be a little better now, maybe he let go of some things and no longer deliberately hid anything.

"Yes, extremely bad."

He recalled the O5 meeting's explanation of this apocalypse, omitted the content that could not be said, picked and chose, and told Joel the truth.

"Something happened inside the Foundation, and the degree of guarding some things was relaxed, causing the Foundation to lose control of a certain place."

"This led to a very bad situation……"

"In the Foundation, we call it……"

"GH-0 'Dead Greenhouse' situation."

Joel couldn't understand.

Perhaps these strange word combinations are simple for agents who are immersed in the Foundation all day.

But he didn't understand at all.

It's a bit like a teenager with excessive self-consciousness, creating phrases to show his existence.

"Brother, what do you mean? I don't quite understand."

Luo Luo Bote stared at Joel's light brown eyes for a while, and his expression became serious.

"This means that all humans on earth have been wiped out, but the earth itself is still intact and can carry life."