My Arknights Life Diary

Dosores

The infected community, of course there is also a more popular term here, which is the slum.

"Hey! Archer, why did you come back so early today? What happened? Did you get a big meal?"

A gangster's eyes lit up when he saw the man pushing the cart in.

"Bah! (Bolivar swears), I got into trouble and almost didn't make it back, but at least I got some good stuff. Call Gast over."

Archester said this and handed a gold ticket to the gangster.

The gangster skillfully put away the gold ticket, turned around and walked into the alley behind him. After a while, he came back with a man who looked to be in his 30s and gave people the feeling that he was not someone who was easy to mess with.

“I got a good shot today.”

Archer, saying this, switched the camera in his hand to Nancy's photo, and then threw the camera to the burly man.

The man looked at the photos in the camera, his eyes first revealed a hint of surprise, then a hint of greed, but soon he returned to normal.

"Worth 10 gold tickets."

The burly man, or Gast, rummaged through his pocket, took out ten gold coupons, and handed them to the gangster next to him.

"Why is it so little? That photo..."

"The only thing that's valuable is the photo, and the camera was originally mine. I'm lucky enough to give it to you. Don't you think about it? Besides me, who else can give you a job to make a living..."

Archester was silent.

The gangster took these things respectfully, then walked up to Archer and handed him the gold coupons. However, when handing them to Archer, the gangster was dishonest and secretly took away two of them.

And Archester said nothing.

He held the eight gold coupons tightly in his hand, and watched Gast and the gangster turn around and leave. In the end, he did nothing. Archester put the gold coupons in his pocket and pushed the motorcycle away.

.................

"Boss, do you have any more painkillers?"

"Oh, and three gold coupons."

"Why did it go up again?"

Archester frowned. He had just paid for the motorcycle rental, which was a whole set of coupons! Those guys said that the gas price had increased again...

"You can buy it if you want. It's not that easy to get 'drugs' these days. Of course you can buy them from other places, but I guarantee that my place is the cheapest."

The man called the boss didn't even raise his head, and seemed not to care about the guests in front of him.

"..............Let's have half a board."

"Two gold coupons."

".........OK."

Archester was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After a while, Archester left the "drug store". Now she had to get some food. She only had one gold coupon, so she definitely couldn't think of buying meat. She could only buy some bread.

As for other things besides bread...

It’s not that we can’t buy it, but it definitely won’t fill the stomachs of three people.

On the way home, Archester carried the bread and thought that these guys always seemed to have an agreement and could easily take away all the money he had worked so hard to earn.

But Archester knew that even if the facts were really as he thought, he had no way to avoid these things.

These are necessities for him...

Archester stopped in front of the "unfinished house". He moved the wooden board that served as a door at the entrance, walked in, and then closed the board again.

This "home" is just a room in an unfinished house. The furniture inside is nothing more than a table, a few broken chairs and other rubbish that no one would want even if they were sold.

As soon as he entered the room, Archester took off his coat and mask and threw them into a corner.

For him

No, now I should say that for her, in the hot summer with an average temperature of over 30 degrees, wrapping herself in such clothes almost cost her life.

But that was all she could do.

The black translucent stones growing on her yellow cheeks did not allow her to get rid of this half-life-threatening outfit.

"Ahem....Veronica.....Huh...you....cough cough cough...are back..."

On the plank bed in the corner of the house, a middle-aged man looked at Archer who had returned and called out another name.

He spoke intermittently, as if every word required a great deal of his energy.

"Well, old man, where's Montrose?"

Archer, or rather, Veronica didn't care about the name, after all, it was indeed her real name. As for Archer...

Ever since she found out that boys were paid 0.5 gold coupons more than girls for moving goods, she called him Archester.

Compared to this, she cared more about where her brother was going.

"Ahem...I went out...I should be back soon...Ahem..."

"Didn't I tell him not to run around? Sigh... Old man, does your lung still hurt? I bought the medicine. Take one first."

“You…cough cough cough!”

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but as the air was inhaled into his lungs, he couldn't stop coughing. At the same time, the pain as if being pierced came from his lungs again.

"Ah..., the old man told you to eat, so just eat and talk less, can't you? You keep coughing, it's so annoying."

Having said that, Veronica still came to the middle-aged man with a pill in hand.

At this moment, Veronica finally saw the middle-aged man's appearance clearly.

Most of the face was covered with Originium, and on the right shoulder, there was a piece of Originium as big as half a head.

As for the body under the thin bedding...it probably isn't much better.

This person is definitely a severe patient of mineralogy, and is already in the terminal stage. He may die at any time.

The man looked at the medicine in Veronica's hand and didn't seem to want to take it, but Veronica disagreed with him.

He pried open her mouth with his palm, roughly stuffed the pills in, and then poured the freshly poured warm water into her mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Although he was still coughing, the middle-aged man's expression was obviously much more relaxed.

But the strange thing is that the effect of this medicine is too fast, it doesn't feel like a painkiller at all...

"It doesn't hurt that much now, does it? If it doesn't hurt anymore, just lie there and I'll tear some bread for you."

Veronica said this and left the bedside. She did not feel the slightest bit of emotion towards the miserable state of the man in front of her, or rather, she had gotten used to it.

The man was naturally her father. Veronica didn't like her father very much and even hated him in the past. This guy was not a good person and some of the things he had done were enough to be called a beast.

But at least now, he can barely be considered a good person and has shown some remorse. Veronica doesn't want to pursue the past. Ever since this old guy used his Originium skills to protect the siblings during the attack by a dozen gangsters, Veronica no longer hates him so much.

However, resolving that attack came at a price, and apparently, the rapidly worsening oripathy was the price.

The fact that this old guy can still survive until now is a miracle. After all...Veronica has no money and no way to get inhibitors of oripathy.

The only thing you can do is buy a few "painkillers" to mentally numb the pain.

"Your bread, if nothing unexpected happens, this is all we have today, eat it sparingly, old man."

"Ahem... medicine... and... food... are you...?"

"So what? When you were young, you did more beastly things than me. I also want to work properly! But who would want me? I'm just an infected person! No one wants an infected person even if I sell him! Old man! Just eat your bread, you can't die yet! If you die, someone will dare to come in and steal things!"

Although they said that they kept this old man to prevent anyone from coming in and stealing things, in fact, both of them knew that Veronica just didn't want her father to die.

The middle-aged man lying on the bed looked at Veronica and finally uttered only one sentence stutteringly.

"Veronica...you should be a good person in the future...don't be like me...I am just a hopeless bastard..."

The middle-aged man didn't touch the bread, but just closed his eyes, as if he fell asleep...