Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 9: Esculent Alethia [Complete]

1089: A Garbageman's Morning

Bohemia, who was suddenly thrown out of the 'experiential scenario,' momentarily didn't know where she was when she saw the soft glow surrounding her. It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened, and she looked at the receptionist with a puzzled expression. "Is the first segment of the experience already over?"

Turning her head, she noticed Lin Sanjiu with a deep furrowed brow, also looking perplexed.

"Is Mei Jia okay?" Bohemia began to worry. "Was she attacked by something?"

Just a moment ago, both of them had experienced real emotions that emanated from a living human being. In a way, humans were truly remarkable creatures. Once they deeply understood another individual, even Bohemia, who had survived in the post-apocalyptic world for so long, couldn't help but feel empathy for Mei Jia.

Even though everyone faced different problems and situations, the emotions people felt were resonant and relatable. Even if the other person was from a fungus society, they were still human.

"I don't know. I only vaguely saw a dark shadow falling from the sky." Lin Sanjiu glanced up at the receptionist. "But isn't this experience too short?"

"Mei Jia did indeed experience a temporary loss of consciousness during this period," the receptionist replied politely. "Because of that, her memory was interrupted."

"Is she okay? You said there were no crimes here, right?" Bohemia tilted her head, then suddenly exclaimed, "Could it be something from upstairs fell and hit her?"

Just as Lin Sanjiu was about to shake her head, the receptionist chuckled softly.

"You'll find out soon. Let's continue with the next experience."

The next segment of the experience featured a garbageman, a role that didn't seem very intriguing to either of them.

Perhaps it was Lin Sanjiu's experience at the garbage dump that led her to choose the profession of a garbageman. However, once the experience began, they both realized that the male garbageman had no connection to the garbage dump they knew.

On the roaring giant garbage truck, what caught the eyes of the two was a pair of hands wearing cotton gloves. The garbage truck had just stopped by the side of the road, and at this moment, the sky was still early, with a faint egg-blue hue; the crooked street was already lined with large garbage bins, all seemingly just pushed out from the residential buildings.

He enjoyed working in the early morning.

At this time, the air was chilly, and it felt like being immersed in the untouched depths of a forest, sending shivers through the body, giving a refreshing sensation. The sun was still behind the clouds, and the towering fungi under the pale blue sky were shrouded in a thin, pale mist, their unique shapes blurred as if a large group of extraterrestrial visitors were descending to the ground.

As pure as nature, his country was just as pure. That was a given because they had eliminated various shocking sources of pollution from history: plastics, coal, chemicals... One couldn't fathom how humans before the appearance of fungi endured exhaust fumes, polluted water, and chronic pharyngitis. Now, all sources of energy and material resources had been replaced by pollution-free natural creations, with a significant portion being byproducts of fungi; the air was so fresh and clean that even cars left outdoors for months didn't accumulate a speck of dirt.

He thought of this and looked at the soles of his shoes, unable to suppress a light chuckle. He had been wearing these work shoes for six months, and the soles were still snowy white.

"Hmm, there seems to be quite a bit of kitchen waste today..." He manipulated the massive scoop at the front of the garbage truck, dumping the contents of the green-labeled trash bins into the hopper. "It looks like some blue mushrooms sprouted in the east district the day before yesterday, and they need a lot of nutrients... It's just perfect to deliver today."