Chapter 44
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"It's gold!" Mason, Zach and others also noticed the jewelry on the counter. Their faces showed a bit of excitement.
The smile on Scott's face disappeared when he heard their words. He faintly turned his head and said: "Let me make it clear first. Although we are a team, the materials we pick up are counted separately. This has always been the rule. I'm not deliberately bullying you." He pointed at the 20 consortium scavengers.
Mason and others' faces changed as they turned to look at him. They saw the consortium scavengers were led by a skinny youth. He nodded and said: "Yes, the materials we pick up are all based on our ability. So don't think about being lazy. Whoever is lucky enough to pick up the most is the one who has the ability."
Mason and others were frustrated. There was no doubt that Scott was the first to find the gold jewelry. Naturally, it was his materials. They couldn't get any commission.
Dudian was disappointed as he heard the rules. But he soon cheered up. The rules were actually fair for the newcomers. At least the materials they picked up wouldn't be shared with others. Scott was lucky enough to randomly pick a place to stay. It happened to be a gold shop, so he made a lot of money.
At this time, Scott smashed all the glass on the cabinet. He pulled out all the jewelry and piled them up in one of the cabinets. Then he clenched his dagger and said: "Let's go upstairs and clean up." He thought of something and turned to Dudian and others: "Everyone has picked up the materials. It's best not to try to steal or use other dirty methods to seize them. If the owner of the materials dies in the process of scavenging, then the materials he picked up will belong to the consortium and won't be shared."
Dudian knew that he was warning the newcomers not to be blinded by greed. At the same time, he secretly appreciated that the consortium had set up such rules to a large extent to prevent the scavengers from killing each other in the wilderness.
After hearing Scott's words, the children standing at the end of the line clenched their weapons and followed the team.
Scott and Mia took the lead as they walked along the stairs.
The corridor was covered with vegetation. There were cracks as thick as a finger. There were some things scattered on the ground. Although covered with thick dust and vegetation, Dudian recognized them at a glance. They were women's shoes and wallets. It seemed that they were silently telling of the riots that had taken place here.
Bang! Suddenly, a middle-aged consortium scavenger stepped on the stairs and collapsed. His whole body also fell down and hit the ground. Fortunately, this was only the first floor, and he had a blessed physique, so he did not suffer any injuries. But this sudden movement scared the others.
Scott looked back and frowned: "Be careful." He took the lead and went to the second floor. The corridor was dark. The ventilation windows had long been covered with vegetation. The sunlight couldn't penetrate. It was damp and dark inside.
Scott took out a fire sickle and lit a torch. The dim yellow light illuminated the surroundings. He held the torch and walked in front. When he reached the first room in the corridor, he saw that the door of the room was half closed. Scott gently pushed the door open. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out of the room, almost extinguishing the torch.
Scott slightly lowered the torch. His other hand was holding a sword. He slowly entered the room. He saw that the floor was in a mess. The chairs were overturned, the curtains were torn in half, the windows were broken, and the vegetation was dense outside.
Kacha!
Suddenly, a slight sound came from the depths of the room.
Scott's face changed. He immediately raised the torch to illuminate the room. He saw that there was a bathroom in the room. The bathroom curtain had collapsed on the ground. Two pale and dry thighs were sticking out of the bathroom. As his torch shone, he immediately saw that the owner of the thighs was a woman whose face was completely rotten. The slight sound came from her chest.
There was actually a huge black mouse lying on the ground, constantly gnawing on the woman's chest.
Dean's pupils shrank as he saw the scene from the gap between Scott's arms. The size of the mouse was as big as a hound. Its body was covered with thick dark hair and exuded a strong rancid smell. Its tail was as thick as an adult's finger. It was gnawing the corpse with relish!
"It's a monster!" Scott was the first to react. He roared and slashed with his sword!
The huge rat that was eating the woman sensed the fire behind it. It turned its head and looked over. Its eyes were bloodshot and filled with violence. Its sharp mouth was stained with sticky blood, and a few extremely long whiskers were fluttering slightly. It seemed to notice that Scott had more people on his side. It paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ran into the bathroom. It stepped on the bathtub and jumped out of the window.
At this time, Scott and Mia's attacks all failed. They looked at each other with lingering fear.
At this time, Macon and others also noticed the movement. They heard Scott's words and gathered around.
Scott whispered: "It escaped." Then he put down the torch and shined it on the dead woman. The woman seemed to have died with her eyes wide open. Her pupils were light green as she stared at him.
"It stinks." Macon said while covering his nose.
Dean forgot to breathe. His heart was full of shock. Could it be that after three hundred years of nuclear radiation, the genes of the mice that lived here had mutated to such a terrible degree?
His gaze landed on the woman. She was completely naked, and her body was covered by the bathroom curtain. The stiff flesh around her chest had been gnawed deeply by the rat, and even half of her heart had been bitten off. Her ribs could be seen mixed in with the dry, hard flesh. However, his gaze landed on the woman's glabella, where there was a bloody hole the size of a finger. It was as though … she had been shot by a bullet?
Dean was startled for a moment. He rejected the possibility of a bullet. Instead, it was more likely that it was caused by a bow and arrow. After all, the power of a bullet could cause obvious tear and damage to the flesh around the bullet hole.
However, what made him unable to understand was that if this woman had died from a bow and arrow then she had died in the hands of a human. Who would use a bow and arrow to kill her? Suddenly, he thought of a point that he had overlooked. Suddenly, his whole body's hair stood up!
This woman was obviously taking a bath!
But the water system in this house should have been broken long ago!
Whether the other side was a scavenger or a hunter, they would never be able to endure not taking a bath for ten days. Most importantly, people in this world would rarely take a bath like this!
"Is, is she a human from three hundred years ago? Did she die in the bath? But if so … … her body should have rotted long ago! " Dean was startled. At this time, Mia suddenly squatted down. It seemed that she didn't want the woman to die in the wilderness. She slightly lifted the curtain to cover her body. However, when she lifted the curtain, Dean inadvertently saw that the woman's arm … … was actually a sharp claw!
The nails turned into sharp and long thorns. Five sharp thorns were slightly curved. It was hard to imagine how much damage would be caused by such a hand!
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