"We crawled through the ruins all day long, trying to find some useful things from the buildings that had been ravaged by the war."
Maya Hansen endured the noise of the diesel generator and wrote in her diary under the dim light. This is her habit. She writes in her diary and records her daily discoveries, but this time she is not doing experiments in the middle of the night.
Not in his room or hotel guest room, but in a deep dark ruins writing furiously.
Two buildings overlapped and fell in front of her desk, and unknown mechanical and human mummies were scattered everywhere. Maya Hansen picked out a relatively complete skull from the pile of corpses and placed it on the table as her symbol in the darkness.
The only companion in the world is the pen holder.
Her new boss took her around the underground city of Rome, but only in safe areas. According to her new boss, this place was called the Immortal City in the past and was the greatest city in human history.
However, a civil war broke out here because of ideas, conspiracy, and betrayal. Now this organization has been destroyed in history.
"There are not only many very advanced technological products here, but also many exquisite works of art. I found many patterned silver armors in those collapsed buildings, although most of them have been twisted and deformed, with ancient styles and
Strong Renaissance style, but I can still tell the level of material technology contained in these armors.”
Maya Hansen paused, leaving a little extra ink stain on her notebook. She didn't pay attention, but continued to write, "This city is as full of mysteries as my new boss, if I hadn't just come back from the dead
, I will definitely be shocked by the silence here. I rescued the corpses from the armor and piled them aside, and then looked for myself the necessities of life - including the table I am currently using and this chair with soft cushions.
I suspect these items are hundreds of years old, and if it hadn't been dry enough here, there's no way these pieces of furniture would have been preserved to this day. Also, thanks to my current boss, who worked his magic and blew away everything that could be blown away.
, mostly dust, otherwise I would be drowned in the dust first.
Now, I have collected mechanical parts that are piled ten inches high, five or six desiccated corpses (some limbs cannot be pieced together), twelve silver helmets with long backs, and twenty-four with silver patterns.
Shoulder armor, a complete tea set, a bag of glass pieces, half a street lamp (like it was melted and cut from the middle), and countless gears of different sizes and colors. And the most
The weapons, ranging from individual combat firearms to giant field cannons, are all exquisitely crafted. They stand in the dark ruins with a very elegant temperament, like silent gentlemen.
I want to know who created these things and why they destroyed this place. I am very curious. I saw super-large footprints here that do not belong to humans and technological creations that transcend the times. I have never seen it in any book.
There are no records about this city, just like I have never seen an effective alchemical formula in any book - not code words, no pictures, and no use of numerology to analyze, but clear and clear formulas.
I suspect that the flying saucers witnessed by Kenneth Arnold may have been invented by the people who built this city, because the existing evidence has shown that aliens do not fly in flying saucers.”
She sniffed and smelled the dust in the air, and there was also a faint burning smell, as if the ghosts left over from the past war were lingering in the air.
"What choice do I have? I have just experienced the most significant turning point in my life - I thought this when the Extremis virus was invented, but I think now is the most significant turning point - magic, high technology,
Everything is waiting for me to discover. There are so many things I don’t know. I have just uncovered a corner of the truth about this world and I am so shocked that I feel dizzy. I can’t imagine what else is waiting for me. I am very excited.
I hope that although this place is still deserted, I can find what I want from the wreckage - something that can shock the whole world.
In addition, I would also like to thank my new boss. He has not forgotten me here. Although he will not increase my salary because of my flattery, I still thank him. Not only because he saved my life, but also because he saved my life.
The important thing is that he is generous. He shared his knowledge with me. He told me that there is more than one kind of alien in this world, and he is also willing to provide any experimental subjects other than humans. Salomon Damonet is
The knight in the Battle of New York told me personally. But this can no longer surprise me. I have already received too many surprises today. It can be seen that he is a little dissatisfied with my expression, so I can only force it.
He showed the look he expected, but this made him even more angry.
Fortunately, he didn't recruit me just because of his hot-headedness. He brought me a diesel generator, pens and ink, and a bunch of alchemy books for getting started, all authored by himself. The most important thing was a light bulb and
A bunch of wires, lots of food and water. I didn't blame him for leaving me in a place like this. In fact, I thought it was quiet enough here that no one would bother me, not even my new boss - himself.
I also need to go to school. This is the most interesting thing I have encountered today, my new boss is actually a minor!"
"The age issue is beyond my control, Miss Hansen." Salomon gently placed a TV next to Maya Hansen, as well as a signal receiving device. It took him a long time to deal with it.
, however the TV signal is still intermittent, which is very annoying.
"I didn't know you had the bad habit of peeking at other people's diaries." Maya Hansen said with a smile, "How is the outside world now? I feel like I have been here all day."
"Actually, it's only been a few hours. I should have brought you a clock or a laptop, otherwise you would lose your sense of time if you stayed here. I'll buy it later. There's another possibility. More than just happened here.
A time travel incident, you may have fallen into a certain state just now. It was not until I became an observer that this state was broken." Salomon sat down on the sofa next to him, "Okay, no nonsense.
Come on. Just watch, the TV should be able to tell you the news..."
"You have to express your opinion again."
"That's right. In fact, if only the President of the United States was assassinated by terrorists, the United States would not be in chaos. But the problem is that this incident happened after the alien invasion, and the U.S. government has proven its incompetence
, this incident has amplified this situation." The mystic said, "Human beings are creatures that need enemies to live a stable life. This enemy can be a racist, it can be an LGBT opponent, no matter what kind of enemy, these enemies
They only exist on the Internet. However, aliens and terrorists are not among them, so they are afraid, because they finally find that their so-called democratic government can't do anything, and those enemies may really kill them. However, they find
Without the enemy, their poor brains cannot let them discover that the source of their panic is the elite class - so they will spontaneously march, because that is the only thing they know, because human beings will not change with the development of civilization.
clever."
"How's Stark?" Maya Hansen was used to Salomon's nonsense.
"Excellent." The Mystic Mage blinked and stretched his legs on this half of the sofa. "Don't forget, you need to change your identity. You have said goodbye to your past relatives and friends, and you have said goodbye to all the people in secular society.
Contact is terminated, you are dead in a sense, and the name Maya Hansen will be mentioned at a drinking party and then forgotten when you sober up."
"I think you are full of pessimism about the world, boss."
"The more I know, the more pessimistic I become about the world. Every day, human beings are on the verge of destruction. A werewolf, an incurable magical disease may destroy human civilization, just like the zombie virus. I hope
Don't do that kind of thing, it's too scary."
"You have some misunderstandings about virology," she said. "I can't make a zombie virus."
"That's not necessarily true." The Mystic Mage sighed, "You have even created something like the Extremis Virus. Is there anything else that is impossible? In this universe, anything can happen. There is no need to be surprised. This
The world has a way of surprising you inadvertently - I know this very well. Don't look at me like that, I can't tell you what happened, you just need to know that I have had face-to-face contact with the gods. Am I
Aroused your greater curiosity? Work hard, madam, you will be exposed to these things one day."
"Okay, then I have one more question."
"What?"
"Why are you wearing this outfit?" Maya Hansen pointed to the holy cloth on Salomon's body with her pen, "Is this your wizard outfit?"