The heavy security door connecting the inside and outside of the cage was manufactured by Fink Industries. Elizabeth tried to pick the lock, but was unable to do so. Her process of picking the lock was recorded. Booker knew that she knew this door very well, and Elizabeth and it were considered
An old rival.
On the way by boat, the woman—who Booker now knew as Lutes, Columbia's chief scientist—gave Booker a box containing a key to the door.
Many things were complicatedly placed in front of Booker. He couldn't see or understand them clearly for a while, but those were not important. The important thing was Elizabeth. The important thing was to take this little girl out. If she was willing to follow Booker,
If she wants to go back to New York, then they will go to New York. If she wants to go to Paris, then they will go to Paris. There are many places in this world worth visiting and seeing. There are many things worth trying and many people worth loving.
, there are many ideals worth fighting for.
People have life because they have freedom. Elizabeth was dead in the past, and no matter how alive she was, she was still a dead doll. Now she is going to live. The key in Booker's hand is exquisitely shaped, with a bird on the handle.
The pattern, one side is the pattern of a cage, which is the key for the bird to open the cage.
Elizabeth took the key in surprise, turned around, and expertly opened the heavy insurance door. After living for twenty years, today is the first time Elizabeth walked out of this cage. Booker smiled and said, "Go down! Go to the elevator!"
Holding her skirt in her hands, she ran down the stairs quickly and crossed the corridor quickly.
At this time, the guest outside the statue tower was very impatient, and he made a cry that became increasingly harsh and heavy. Booker had never heard such a sound in his life, which was close to such a loud sound.
There were very few, maybe it was the iron pellets of the mortar tearing the sky apart, or maybe he witnessed the huge tidal sound of the Mosken Maelstrom at night in Norway.
"What is that!" he couldn't help but ask.
"It's the nightingale!"
"I know it's a nightingale! But what is a nightingale?!" Elizabeth ran in front of him, and the whole statue began to shake violently. The monster outside was going to tear this tall brass tower to pieces, and Booker saw it with his own eyes.
I saw the sharp three-toed steel claws tearing apart the thick copper plate. Through the twisted and vicious gaps in the metal, I could see a large and swift black bird shadow flying across the sunny sky outside - that was the nightingale.
He stepped up his pace and caught up with Elizabeth's wrist. She ran too fast, and Booker had no time to speak. He pulled Elizabeth all the way down, rushed to the elevator entrance of the observation room, and called the elevator anxiously.
Elizabeth looked around the observation room. She pulled the lever and saw that her residence was behind the glass. The fact that she had been monitored for a long time was finally clearly laid out in front of her.
The statue tower was shaking violently, and the shaking did not stop for a moment. This is Columbia, the city in the sky, but Booker felt like he was in an earthquake!
"These...they have been spying on me for so many years? Why did they leave me here...and what am I?"
"Don't worry, I'm going to take you away now. Think about the life outside. It's freedom. I'll take you to see everything."
"What is everything?"
"Everything is..."
Before they finished speaking, the elevator door was torn apart by the ferocious nightingale, and they screamed.
The nightingale's huge bird-head-shaped breathing helmet cannot reach into the room. It just tilts its head, just like a real bird, and looks at the two Bookers with strong, dazzling yellow glass eyepieces. The flashing light is like a scrutinizing and warning gaze.
, while staring maliciously, he kept banging his head on the elevator entrance, trying to break the wall into pieces, like a woodpecker quickly preying on worms.
Booker was almost out of breath.
The huge, ferocious nightingale is basically a monster like an upright African elephant. The traces of biological modification make his shape extremely unnatural and extremely blasphemous. It seems like it was imagined by a factory worker who was unconscious in the steam and had a nightmare.
of scary creatures.
So Booker protected Elizabeth behind him and fired. While he was quickly tilting the ammunition in the Mauser, he used the Crow Storm he purchased to release a swarm of ravens to siege. These black birds of doom were covered by the edges.
Nightingale's sight blocked the intense, ominous yellow light, allowing him to breathe a little more.
The bullet hit the body surface of the nightingale, but it was not damaged. It only made an unpleasant and loud cry. The huge sound flooded the narrow observation room. Booker lost his hearing for a moment. Amidst the strong buzzing of the cochlea, the nightingale
Getting closer and closer, in this drowsy, cramped, dark and critical time and space, the elevator finally arrived, the prompt dinged, and then the rapidly falling elevator knocked Nightingale down. The crisis was temporarily relieved.
Booker quickly put away his pistol, grabbed Elizabeth's hand again, and led her to escape out of the statue.
No matter what, they must escape, otherwise they will be trapped in the tower and will only be torn apart by the nightingale along with the entire statue.
So they really came outside and stood on the slippery and cold brass walkway. Going up was the head of the statue, but going down they didn't know where it led.
"Where are we going?" Elizabeth also held the edge of Booker's hand tightly, and the color on her face had completely faded.
"Up." Booker took out the magnetic skyhook from his waist. Now he can only place his hope on it. Although Booker has never used this thing, I heard from Mr. Benjamin that this thing is very reliable and can be used far away.
will attract you to the empty track.
Damn Benjamin, I hope you are telling the fucking truth.
Another bird's cry that penetrated the clouds and cracked the stone came from behind the statue, and then the brass giant shook its shoulders slightly, shaking the two Bookers out.
Their feet did not touch the ground and they fell towards the clouds.
Booker yelled, and Elizabeth yelled too. In mid-air, they were still holding each other's hands.
"Hurry up!" Booker suddenly laughed loudly in such intense fear of death. They spun down and aimed at the rapidly approaching empty track. Booker pressed the trigger of the magnetic skyhook, and the hook spun.
The strong magnetic force attracts it to the empty track.
Bang!
Booker takes over!
He felt that his arm was almost torn, but fortunately, the downward trajectory of the sky rail dissipated the momentum. He was rapidly traveling along this magnetic sky rail. At an altitude of 20,000 feet above North America, Booker De
Witte took Elizabeth flying through the clouds, over the fallen brass lamb statue, over the tail propeller of the airship, over the atmosphere and wind, over the city and the soul.
Booker laughed happily, while Elizabeth spread her limbs like a jumping bird.
"Freedom! Freedom!"
The nightingale flew past them, tearing apart the empty track and suspension bridge in front of them with its melancholy and high-pitched cry.
Booker screamed like a girl again. He couldn't catch Elizabeth, and the two of them flew out. Together with a huge amount of building debris, they rolled in the air and fell towards a gray-blue sea.
The sea surface was sparkling and approaching rapidly. When Booker hit the sea surface, he had the illusion that he had been shot. In the severe pain, he fell toward the bottom of the sea in a daze, looking up at the sea surface, and Nightingale followed closely.
in water,
The rapidly rising water pressure broke his mask, and debris from the building hit his back. The nightingale murmured twice in the sea, and finally failed to execute Booker. He hurriedly broke away from the water,
Shengtian fled.
This was the last scene Booker saw before he regained consciousness. Immediately, he fell into a deep dream of the deep sea.