I don’t know if anyone has seen it, and if someone has seen it, I hope to give me some advice. Please.

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Chapter 1 Unhappy Shipbreaker

There are as many people as there are.

Even though it is right by the sea, the abandoned port under the tropical sun is still unbearable.

The sea breeze mixed with the salty smell blows by, but it does not bring a cool feeling, but a more stuffy feeling.

Doug put on a protective mask that was dated from twenty years ago, and put it on a black look, and the earplugs of original color were not visible, and then tied a rope around his waist. After everything was ready, he turned around and gestured to his partner Mary behind him that everything was OK.

In his vision, the hot deck was rusty and the rising heat made the scenery in his vision distort and deform. It was impossible to tell who the busy men and women were.

After receiving the gesture of Mary's reply, Doug turned his head back in front and took a deep breath at the ancient cruise ship that was like being cut off by the god of scavengers.

The cruise ship with only half of its body was inserted into the beach. Doug climbed up the edge and found a pipe, used his carry-on wrench to unscrew the screws of the protective net. He threw them down and confirmed that Mary had put them away, and shouted loudly, "I'm in."

After saying that, without waiting for Mary to reply, she leaned into the pipeline.

The pipe made of steel also could not withstand the baptism of time and became rusty. Even with Doug's earplugs, he could still hear the squeaking sound of the pipes as he moved.

He made his movements crawl in the pipes as lightly as possible to avoid accidentally stomping the pipes.

The structure of the pipes in the ship is complicated. It is said that a worker used to step on the pipes and was rescued two months later. When he saw the light of day again, he had become a mummy. Just like the corpse of a rat under Doug's feet, which looked like a piece of paper.

Doug walked slowly towards the depths of the pipe. He took every step, carefully engraving a spiral mark in the pipe, so as not to find the way back and get lost in the pipe.

The marks he engraved, like the tattoo on his face, are all marks of Gore Heavy Industry. They can not only be used as road signs, but also represent the boundaries of the territory, even if there will be no other engineering team here in the near future.

After turning another turn, Doug was completely isolated from the natural light outside. The pipe was extremely dark, and there was no living thing except him. He gently untied the bag on his waist and applied the fluorescent substance on his forehead and the backs of his hands.

The miserable green fluorescence was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, and Doug used the light to continue walking, looking for what he was expecting.

Found it!

Doug stared at the copper wire in front of him excitedly, and stood up straight when he didn't pay attention, and his head was pressed heavily on the top of the pipe.

The impact aroused a huge echo, making him feel as if he was inside a large Christian church bell. Fortunately, he had a foresighted earplugs so that the sound would not damage his hearing.

He pulled the rope around his waist and told Mary outside that he had found something. Then he took out the tool, lowered the U-ring, and took off the copper wire one by one. He twisted it into a ball of wire and placed it in a more conspicuous position on the pipe. Wait for him to take it out when he comes back.

Continue to walk in. The temperature in the pipe is still not cool, perhaps because Doug goes down the road. The oxygen becomes thinner and he needs to breathe heavily.

The stuffy air caused him to shed beads of sweat the size of beans. The beads of sweat washed away the fluorescent substance on his forehead and flowed into his eyes along the edge of a less-sized dust mask.

The stinging feeling of the eyes was particularly uncomfortable, but Doug could not go out yet. He needed more metal. chromium, nickel, copper wire, and steel clips would do anything. If the amount of metal was not enough, he would not be able to eat.

The climate inside the pipe is harsh, not only dust floats, but also asbestos fibers and mouse poop. The wrong expired dust mask has limited protection against Doug and cannot prevent dust from passing through the gap between the mask and the face and being breathed by him.

Perhaps he inhaled asbestos fibers or dust. He coughed because of choking and tears flowed out. In a vague way, his mother's nagging came to his ears.

She said that working in a dirty environment will inhale a lot of dirty things. They are harmful to health and can be fatal in severe cases. Look at the black mud on the mask, isn’t it!

The scene of my mother washing her mask in the sea water appears before her. The golden beach, the endless sea, and the gentle and friendly mother. It is the most beautiful scene in Doug's childhood that was pitifully rare.

After shook his head, Doug got rid of the fantasy in his mind. He knew he had hallucinations. Now he had to hurry up, otherwise he would not be sure when he would go crazy in this claustrophobic space.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the pipe. He ventured toward the deeper. Doug seemed to be lucky enough to be the god of scavenger. Just as the ropes were about to be used up around him, he saw a large piece of copper wire.

This piece of copper wire is very long and winds forward along the pipe. If you collect it all, it will almost catch up with Doug's collection in three days.

Doug happily pried up U-shaped rings, and the sound of U-shaped rings falling to the ground was like the sound of throwing coins when sacrificing the god of scavengers, which was pleasant and pleasant.

Until the last U-ring left the pipeline, the copper wire fell down, and another dust was raised. Fortunately, it was very dark here and no longer in the sun. Otherwise, countless dust particles floating in the air would definitely make people crazy.

"Come back, it's time..." Mary's voice came from the top of the pipe, reminding Doug that it was his collection time. Let him go back as soon as possible.

The collection time belongs to everyone is limited. Often, a pipe will be sifted over and over by different light industry like plowing to prevent leakage and strive to collect every piece of available metal.

This is also the reason why Doug did not act cleverly and hid part of the copper wire and came to take it back tomorrow.

He would not underestimate any of his fellow travelers' eyes.

He speeds up the U-rings, puts them into his pockets one by one, and carries the next mark at the same time, indicating that this is the end of today's walk.

Then he pulled the long copper wire backwards. The copper wire pulled by Doug was like a long snake, moving in the pipe, making a sound of metal collision.

Picking up the small bundle of copper wire left in the pipe before and stepping on the paper-like corpse of rats, Doug knew he was about to go out.

He looked at the ever-expanding light, and his heart was filled with yearning. Every time he was about to step out of the deep pipe, he felt this way.

Perhaps, this is what the God of Life is called rebirth.

Doug stood on the platform extending towards the sea in the dazzling sunshine.

"Do you know if you're ten minutes late?" Mary scolded Doug in anger, took the copper wire from his hand and wrapped it around the turntable.

She turned the crank, and the soft copper wire wrapped around it round after round.

In the sun, her golden hair stuck to her pale face. She was malnourished and also had a small figure. Doug did not just watch her work alone. He squinted his eyes and adapted to the sun and joined the ranks of the turntable.

"I found a lot of copper wires, almost three days old." Doug stood shoulder to shoulder with Mary, saying the scene in the pipeline.

"Not this is a reason." Mary interrupted Doug's defense and urged him to speed up and quickly turn the copper wire.

There were not only Mary and Doug in the huge port. Around them, all kinds of men and women were busy. These men and women were holding various hammers in their hands and carrying the sound of iron sheets, walking on this ancient cruise ship.

Their job is to disassemble it into pieces and unload it into pieces.

Heavy Industry holds acetylene nozzle and peels the iron plate from the hull. Then, let the iron sheets float on the beach with the help of the buoyancy of sea water like palm leaves.

Workers on the beach dragged ropes, tied up the iron sheets, and dragged them to the shore.

Light industry like Doug is responsible for dismantling lightweight components on cruise ships.

In addition, some people are responsible for finding gasoline, diesel and other oil storage facilities, and putting these precious liquids into boxes to bring them out. In this era of oil depletion, their value is beyond words.

The workers were like a group of ants busy in their nests, trying hard to find the available materials on this scrapped ship, so that they could see the light of day again.

"It's really a lot." Mary sighed in a plain tone. The reason she cut her hair short was to prevent her hair from getting stuck in the gaps in the machine and into various rotating parts.

This is no joke. If you have long hair and work here, it is like walking with the god of death. You may not be sure when the hair will be tucked into the machine.

At that time, even the gods can't save them. They can only wait for death.

"Or I'll come back late. Don't you believe me?" Doug said with a little show of flaunting. He took out all the U-rings and poured them into the container.

"You wait, I'll call Martha."

Although Martha and Mary are only one word different, they are not sisters, and they are more than a thousand miles apart from their appearance to their personalities.

Martha is sixteen years old, tall and big, and her skin is extremely healthy. She is born with a loud voice and is the daughter of the little foreman Barbie. Therefore, even if she is too big and cannot enter the pipeline, she is still the leader of many light industry workers.

"Hey! Doug, Mary, why are you two standing there stupidly? Come here!" Martha yelled.

Have to work...

Doug knew that when he heard her say this, he had a new task and walked over dejectedly.

He only complained in his heart and did not say it out loud, because he knew Martha's temper. If he angered the cow, he would not have the best result.

This is a large cluster of copper wires that I don't know where to find. Unlike the exposed copper wires that Doug found in the pipes, these copper wires are cables wrapped in insulated rubber.

A group of light workers gathered up under the roar of Martha. They took the stripper, each with a certain division of labor, and they had become accustomed to teamwork.

In the hands of these light industries, the insulating outer skin of the discarded wires is peeled off layer by layer, and the copper wire that has just been in contact with the air has not been oxidized yet.

After finishing these work outside the work, Doug finally had the opportunity to let Martha check out their work results today.

The skinny Mary stood with the strong Martha, her sickly pale and healthy wheat skin color, telling the different circumstances of the two.

"Is this the result of your work today?" Martha said in contempt.

"Yes..." Doug said, but when he saw the wheel, he felt that the sky had collapsed. The copper wire was gone, and there was no extra two-thirds. Only a good day was left.

The expected extra meal was gone. Doug couldn't say how disappointed he was and was submissive. He didn't have to guess that it was Martha who took away the excess wire while he was stripping the cable.

"Yes." Doug said yes for the second time, his tone full of helplessness.

Martha left. Mary frowned and whispered, "Gor said another light industry is grabbing our job."

Doug's face changed, "It's really surprising."

"Yes, the situation is so good now that it is unlikely to last."

"That's..." Doug echoed.

Standing on the deck, he could see the golden beach extending into the distance. A few puddles dotted it. Many stranded cargo ships also stagnated.

Their captain seemed crazy, jokingly crashing huge steel fish into the beach. And the shipbreakers, like flies, dismembered the stranded fish without hesitation.

On the distant horizon, the sea water that was once polluted by oil has turned blue, reflecting the color of the sky, reflecting white clouds and sunshine.

Doug jumped off the boat and walked towards the settlement. The center of the settlement was a concentric circle composed of layers of mirrors. These mirrors all faced the huge bucket in the center. The sunlight reflected by the mirror gathered a little, burning boiling water, and steam generating electricity.

This is a light-concentrating power generation device, and the electricity in the settlement is entirely provided by it.

Doug returned to his residence. He said it was a residence, but in fact it was just a huge tire cut in half, similar to a snail shell. However, this was enough for him.

Doug, who was lying in the depression of the tire, stretched his waist and took out his treasured glasses and gloves.

Glasses show the scenery, and gloves provide touch. Even if this is just the most basic and cheap somatosensory device, it is enough to open the door to a new world for Doug.
To be continued...