The crash
They got in the car. "Is your leg okay? It's been hurting all day."
"New clock, new month?"
I felt my strength return. After a moment, I stared at the smoke below and sealed it with my hand, wondering what had happened.
The ball came flying in from the side. Zhao was knocked down by the impact. Xu's expression turned grim. The recording showed that something had happened.
The excellent one had arrived.
"...Look around and see what's going on."
He understood the injuries, hunger, and pain they were suffering. "Wait for the staff to find us. We're all hungry, and everyone's in trouble. We should stay put."
The light jumped and flickered. He had committed another crime.
"Dry, English mouth."
Only one of them was sick, but the others were always hungry. What a waste.
He looked at the person.
The man looked like him. Was he getting older? He'd had the same thought for years.
"This model is different from the others," he said, trying to catch his breath.
At last, the apprentice came down from the sky. He was willing to let him go. "I can do it."
He was handsome, but he sat there, eating and pretending to be busy. He didn't respond to anything. The people in the car were starving, and they were all trapped. The screen lit up, and he realized how dangerous it was. They were starving and freezing.
He opened the book. The older man asked about the car again. "The machine's almost out of power. It's taking in air. Once the strange sight is over, we'll ask the old man. There's half a meal left. We'll get in the car and go."
The woman spoke, sounding light and cheerful. "What's the best way to get to the city?"