Apocalyptic Hoarding Diary

Whose things were stolen from? She didn't know, and didn't want to know; once the things were in her hands, they were hers.

Xu Xiaoyan tidied up the things in her backpack to one side, then squatted down to deal with the five arrows.

She first pulled the arrow from the middle person's shoulder, and a small amount of blood came out when the arrow was pulled out.

He wiped the remaining blood off the arrow on the cement floor. Since the arrow itself was metal, it should be recycled if possible.

Xu Xiaoyan put all five arrows and collected supplies into her spatial storage, and then checked the ground again to make sure there was nothing that shouldn't have been left behind.

After confirming that everything was correct, she turned around and walked to the other end of the street.

After walking for about five or six minutes, we turned into a narrower alley and stopped next to a brick wall that had collapsed halfway.

Then he looked down at his hands. They were steady, not trembling at all. He thought about the three people lying in the moonlight, but still felt nothing.

Xu Xiaoyan examined this fact in her mind several times, and finally concluded that it was probably because the person hadn't died on the spot, so she didn't feel guilty at all.

After confirming that no one was around, she retreated to the back of the collapsed brick wall deep in the alley. There were walls on three sides and only one entrance from the way she came.

With a thought, the small truck in the space appeared in the open space in front of her.

She walked quickly to the driver's side, opened the door, and stepped inside.

She raised her left hand from the back seat, and the watch Wang Yuming had given her on her wrist glowed faintly in the darkness.

Xu Xiaoyan pressed the button on the side, and the screen lit up. The pale green light reflected on her face, outlining her features with a green edge.

A green dot popped up on the screen, indicating her current location: an alley in the eastern part of Lintong City that didn't even have a name.

She swiped her finger across the screen to bring up the input box, tapped it twice, and typed in a single word—"pit."

The dots on the map started to move, as if searching for something.

A few seconds later, a column of coordinates popped up on the screen, densely packed and filling the entire screen from top to bottom.

She glanced at them—Fangkeng, Dakeng Village, Kengkou Town, Huangnikeng, Shikeng… Each name was followed by a distance number.

The closest one is "Fangkeng" to the northwest, which is only about 30 kilometers away. If the road is in good condition, it can be reached in an hour.

Without hesitation, she decided to go check out Fangkeng.

She took the watch off her wrist and clipped it onto a bracket next to the instrument panel, the screen facing her, the green light illuminating the steering wheel and gear shift.

Then she turned the key, the car vibrated slightly, and the indicator lights on the dashboard lit up one by one.

The green "READY" light was on, and the battery indicator was steadily pointing to a position of over 98%.

Xu Xiaoyan shifted into gear, released the brake, and the car drove off silently.

When she drove out of the alley, she didn't turn on her headlights; the moonlight was enough to illuminate the road in a grayish-white light.

After turning onto the main road, she turned on her headlights. The road surface was better than she had expected; there were no large-scale landslides or abandoned cars blocking the road.

There were some areas littered with broken bricks and glass shards that had fallen from the buildings on both sides, but she could easily walk around them.

The car was moving very slowly, less than 40 miles per hour. She held the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the map on her wristwatch.

The green dot on the screen moved slowly, inching its way out of the dense network of streets in Lintong City.

The car drove past the last street, and ahead lay the road out of the city.

The buildings on both sides became shorter, changing from five or six-story buildings to two or three-story bungalows, and then there was a row of crooked sheds.

Finally, there was a large open space covered with withered yellow grass, which shimmered with a grayish-white light under the car headlights.

The distant skyline was no longer a jagged outline of rooftops, but a dark expanse. Xu Xiaoyan looked at the increasingly deserted area at the end of the headlight beams.

The car drove on the empty highway, with only the soft sound of tires rolling over the road and the occasional small bouncing sound when it ran over gravel.

At 2 a.m., Xu Xiaoyan arrived at Fangkeng.

The car headlights illuminated a weathered village sign, standing crookedly beneath a withered locust tree.

The tin sign was mostly rusted away. The character "方" (fang) was still barely recognizable, while the character "坑" (keng) was reduced to just the "土" (tu) radical, standing alone on the edge of the tin.

She parked the car on the side of the road, without turning off the engine, but turned off the headlights and got out of the car.

The night wind blew in from the other end of the village, carrying the smell of rotting grass and the stench of earth. She stood at the car door, surveying the place by the moonlight.

Fangkeng is an unremarkable little village, with a dozen or so houses scattered on both sides of a dry riverbed.

Most of them are single-story brick and tile houses, and some have collapsed halfway, revealing dark beams and broken tiles.

Behind the village was a low hill covered with withered yellow grass. It was just an ordinary, abandoned little village with nothing in it.

Undeterred, she walked around the village to confirm that it wasn't the place she was looking for.

Get in the car and leave.

The map on the watch was still lit up, with the green dot remaining at the location of "Fangkeng," and the long list of place names next to it was still being listed.

She swiped her finger across the screen and selected the second "Dakeng Village," which was about forty kilometers away. She turned the steering wheel, and the car turned onto another side road, heading north.

Dakeng Village is a bit larger than Fangkeng, but it is still just an ordinary village. When she arrived, it was 3:30 a.m., and the sky was already showing a faint gray-white tinge of dawn.

This time, she didn't get out of the car first, but instead drove around the village slowly.

The car headlights swept past one dark house after another, past an empty threshing ground, and past an old well that had been half-filled.

She didn't even get out of the car; she just turned around and left.

The third location was called "Kengkou Town," not far from Dakeng Village, about 20 kilometers away, which took her half an hour to drive.

Kengkou Town is much larger than the previous two places, and has a decent street.

The shop signs on both sides are still there, but the words are illegible, worn into gray slabs by wind, sand and rain.

Behind the town is a mountain, and at the foot of the mountain is a dark cave entrance.

She parked the car in front of the entrance, got out, and shone the flashlight inside. The beam of the flashlight didn't reach the bottom, but it was clear that it was a mine shaft left over from early mining operations.

It's not a pit, it's a hole. The hole is so deep that it sends chills down your spine. Who knows what lives inside?

She stood at the cave entrance for a few minutes, the beam of her flashlight sweeping back and forth in the darkness, then turned it off and returned to her car.

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