Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Twilight Street.

A notorious place where swindlers, thieves, businessmen and illegal immigrants gather.

On a slightly remote street, there is a brand new small shop that is seriously inconsistent with the surrounding atmosphere. It opened early in the morning. The transparent glass is spotless. From the outside, you can clearly see the dazzling shelves inside. This is a treasure shop for thieves who have been here for a long time.

Early in the morning, at this time of the day, usually no one would go out except thieves. A dark figure was sneaking in front of a store. He looked around but didn't see anyone. He looked through the glass into the store, and at the food clearly displayed on the shelves, he swallowed his saliva in frustration.

Through the glass, I saw a young man sitting in front of the counter with his eyes closed. He seemed to be asleep and had not woken up yet. The dark figure carefully took out a wire from his arms and pried the lock at the door with ease.

Soon, with a 'click' sound, the door opened.

The door opened a little, and the black shadow walked in very nimbly and quickly, without making any sound, just like a nimble cat.

He walked around the shelves very quickly, with his arms full of food, glanced carefully at the young man who was still sleeping on the counter, then slowly walked out of the door, closing it again.

The store returned to calm. After a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He stood up and stretched heavily. Then he slowly walked to the shelf and skillfully took out the spare goods that had been prepared from below and put them on.

He looked at the sky outside which was just beginning to lighten, then looked at some change on the counter, and shook his head helplessly. He didn't know what to say.

If you say that the other party has good manners, she is a thief. If you say that she has no manners, she doesn't steal money. He cannot tolerate stealing. Who cares if she has no bottom line or steals money? Stealing is stealing. But each time she only steals some food. He doesn't know what to do when he catches her. He can't ask her to return the stolen food, right?

I just turned a blind eye to it.

It's just some food anyway.

Dusk Street...a place where no one likes you. There are so many people and children who are hungry and wandering outside.

When I opened the shop door, a cool breeze blew in, carrying with it the withered yellow leaves. The weather has turned cooler, and it will still be quite cold if I don’t wear a cotton coat. I don’t know... forget it.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. There were so many people in need in this world, he couldn't help everyone, and he couldn't help so many people. He didn't have that much kindness, and he wasn't a savior.

Time passed and the weather was cold. The temperature did not warm up until noon. Fan Mu sat in front of the counter, looking at the empty store and sighed helplessly.

Many guests came today, but he didn't make a dime. He performed a free-fighting show for the guests, but he didn't even get paid for the performance. He was so worried...

Fortunately, this store does not require him to pay rent, otherwise it would not be able to continue operating.

"There are no customers anyway, let's go out for a walk."

After putting on his clothes, closing and locking the shop door and taking protective measures, Fan Mu went out.

There weren't many people on the street, but there were quite a few too, and there was always a strange atmosphere, as if everyone was ready to start a fight.

"Boss, how much is this melon?"

"2 yuan a pound."

"Fuck, is the melon skin made of gold, or is the melon chestnut made of gold?"

Hearing this, the melon stall owner raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him who was only about 16 years old, and spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Look, where are the melons now?"

"You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too!"

Fan Mu nodded, "Okay, pick one for me."

"How about this?" The boss took out a melon.

"Is this melon ripe?" Fan Mu asked

"I run a fruit stall. Can I sell you raw melons?"

"I'm asking you if this melon is ripe?" Fan Mu continued to ask.

The boss paused as he weighed the melon. "Are you looking for trouble on purpose? Do you want to?"

Fan Mu smiled shyly, "If your melon is ripe, I will definitely want it."

Then his smile faded, and he sat down at the watermelon stand owner's seat, pointing at the watermelon, "What if it's not ripe?"

The boss glared and said, "If it's not cooked, I'll eat it myself. Will it be satisfied?"

After saying that, he squatted on the ground and started weighing the melons.

"15 jin, 30 yuan."

"How can this be 15 kilograms? There's something wrong with your scale!"

The boss slowly stood up and looked at the young man sitting in his seat. His voice gradually became colder and his eyes became more fierce.

"Are you looking for trouble on purpose? Do you want to?"

"Do you want it?" He raised his voice and asked again.

However, Fan Mu was not frightened by his aura. He just calmly lifted up the scale plate and turned it over. What came into view was a half magnet.

"Magnet!" Fan Mu blinked and pointed at the thing under the tray, and said to the boss innocently.

"Besides, this melon you're talking about is raw, so you swallow it yourself!"

After saying that, he stood up, picked up the machete beside him and chopped at the melon.

"You want to chop my melon, right?" The boss looked at the scene in front of him and stopped pretending. He raised his fist and was about to hit him, but Fan Mu blocked it with his hand. With his other hand, he stabbed him in the stomach with a machete.

……

"Bah! Scum."

Fan Mu spat, threw away the red machete in his hand, wiped the blood splattered on his clothes, and slowly left.

After he left, the figures who had been watching from the side emerged and began to divide up the melon stall owner's things. They had no fear of blood, only excitement and greed in their eyes.

It was getting late and the weather was turning cooler again, even colder than in the morning. A little golden light shone through the clouds, especially on this street. I didn't know if it was because of the feng shui or the architecture, but the sun had just set and it wasn't the brightest yet, but this place was already golden.

Just like the name of this street, it’s dusk.

Fan Mu was walking back. When he passed by an alley, he heard a few meows coming from inside. He stopped, turned around and walked inside.

It’s not that he particularly likes cats and would pet one whenever he sees one, but because he remembered that a bag of cat food was among the food that was taken away in the morning.

Maybe the thief is here.

Less than 2 minutes after walking into the alley, Fan Mu followed the sound, turned a few alleys and came to a dead end. He stood there, silently looking at the scene in front of him.

A dozen cats gathered together, as if trying to keep each other warm in this cold weather. Among them, there was a child lying, a... young child.