Chapter 418

Translator: Henyee Translations   Editor: Henyee Translations

Even with this worry, Heshan did not know what she could do. After all, she was just a customer. She only had enough money in her pocket to pay the rent and buy paint. She still had to struggle for half a minute to eat instant noodles or sausages. What could she change?

The only thing Heshan could do was to increase the number of times she went to talk to the robot, Little Trash, after Mr. Sen stopped appearing. After this change began, Heshan stopped worrying about whether to eat instant noodles or sausages.

Initially, Heshan was just trying to patronize the robot to show the supermarket owner that the robot could bring more value than complaints from the brat’s parents. But later, Heshan discovered that she was already in the top three on the coin-sending list, second only to Mr. Sen, and the gap was quickly closing.

At that moment, a thought appeared in Heshan’s mind. If Mr. Sen continued to not appear and she continued to “patronize” the robot, would she be about to become the first on the coin-sending list?

This also meant that she would replace Mr. Sen as the new “Darling” of the robot “Little Trash.” In August, she could hear a robot singing her favorite ballad over and over again in front of the supermarket.

These things might be meaningless, but for Heshan, her life had begun to approach the void day by day. These boring things seemed to dispel part of the void, making her feel a little expectant.

It had been a long time since Heshan’s family had called her. She remembered when she first came to the Old Town, she would still be irritable and angry because her family had called. Later on, when the number of calls decreased, she felt a little uncomfortable. She kept checking her cell phone from time to time to see if she owed any money.

In the end, she really didn’t care anymore. She lived like a wild ghost every day. When she was hungry, she would eat. When she was full, she would sleep. When she woke up, she would start drawing. If she wasn’t satisfied, she would tear it up.

During this time, the robot “Little Trash” was Heshan’s only communication partner.

On this day, Heshan went to the supermarket. After buying noodles and coffee, she walked to the robot, Little Trash. Just as she was about to put in the coins, she did not hear the robot say those fixed and repeated greetings.

The robot “watched” Heshan. There was a hint of doubt in its serious tone as it asked, “Do you know where Mr. Sen went?”

Heshan knew that this was another setting of the robot, Little Trash. If the first place on the coinage list did not appear for too long, she would ask the passers-by where Mr. Sen had gone. And it wasn’t just once or twice. The robot would keep asking, as if it didn’t know fatigue or disappointment.

Of course, Heshan could not answer this question. Soon after, though, she knew the answer to this question. While she was buying paint, she saw the expired newspaper the shopkeeper had placed beside the counter. Bored, she picked it up and flipped through it. She saw a news article.

Many days ago, on a night, there was a robbery in a watch shop in New Town. After the robber killed more than a dozen shop assistants and customers in the shop with their homemade garbage poison bombs, they were shot into a beehive by the New Town police when they fled.

The robber was on the ground. The reporter had shot him with a flash. He was bleeding all over. The cop’s shiny leather boots were next to his chubby, greasy hand. The gun barrel was pointed at the ground.

The high-exposure image had a strong impact. Coupled with the exaggerated and eye-catching title, it was completely the exaggerated style of the new city.

Heshan stared blankly at the man lying on the ground like a dead pig. She only came back to her senses when the boss called for her to settle the bill.

The next day, Heshan rushed to the entrance of the supermarket. There was no one in front of the robot. Business was even colder than the dilapidated supermarket. She walked up to the robot, Little Trash, and heard it say in a voice that mimicked a human tone, “Do you know where Mr. Sen went?”

Heshan’s fingers trembled as she looked around quickly. Then she took out all the coins in her pocket and stuffed them into the slot of the robot, Little Trash’s palm.

Seeing that the gap between her and the first place on the coinage list had narrowed, Heshan felt a little relieved. She wondered if she could pay the rent on time next month if she could make up for the remaining gap. If not, who could she borrow money from?

It seemed that no one could lend her money. Although she was not dead yet, she was no different from a lonely ghost in this world..