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Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,His clothes were covered in dust, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he hadn't washed his face for days. His face was gray and dirty - who could tell what he looked like!,Actually, there are many good things in the space. Before the apocalypse, I didn't prepare any supplies. After the apocalypse, every time I went to collect supplies, I saw those high-tech electronics or valuable jewelry, gold, cosmetics discarded in the mall, and I would collect some.。