The waves crashed against the dark rocks, and the tide on the beach gradually receded.
A touch of light color is rising from the dividing line between land and deep sea, dispelling the darkness and fog that shrouded the earth all night.
As time goes by, the mist is like a living creature, slowly pulling out its tentacles that penetrate the land and retracting into the deep sea.
An ancient relic was revealed on the cliff. Although it had been eroded by the years, only the marble pillars were left standing in the ruins hall. However, it still maintained an amazing degree of integrity - the huge stone statues in the hall were still intact, as if they had been guarding them.
This ruins.
Knock knock knock——
A gentle and muffled knock on the door sounded.
Tesla woke up from a light sleep.
The dead silence underground was uncomfortable, so the slightest movement could wake Tesla up.
He slowly got up from the single bed, put on a coat to resist the low temperature underground, walked to the door and unbolted the door.
"What's wrong?" he asked the two figures holding oil lamps outside the door. They were shelter personnel. It was now 6:10, just before dawn on the ground.
"Mr. Michael Tesla." The man standing in front said politely: "Your application for observing the outside world was lucky enough to be drawn three days ago. We will take you to the observation port."
"Really..." Tesla nodded, not as excited as he thought.
In fact, when he first entered the shelter, Tesla was indeed anxious due to being away from the ground and worrying about his wife. This obsession continued until he sent a letter to Lu Li, and his heart gradually calmed down, or he became familiar with the asylum
All life.
"Wait until I get dressed."
Tesla covered the wooden door, and after the sound of rustling clothes could be heard inside, Tesla appeared at the door in a shelter worker's uniform.
Although the main body of the shelter has been completed, some unplanned construction is still needed. For example, there is never a warehouse that is too small and a more beautiful building. They will live here for a long time, maybe when they grow old.
They couldn't really take a step out of the shelter, so the initial simple cabin could not satisfy their psychology.
The shelter committee allowed this move even though the mental health of the shelter residents was as important as the physical health overall.
Tes walked out of his exclusive cabin and followed the shelter personnel out of the dark and quiet wooden village underground. He passed through several secret doors integrated with the rocks, passed through a narrow and long cave, and followed the winding upward path.
After walking up the stairs for a few minutes, we finally arrived at a shallow cave only a dozen meters above the ground.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect, but Tesla's depressed mood had indeed improved, and even the air was not as heavy as in the underground shelter.
A brand new metal iron pipe hung from the top of the cave. A shelter worker walked to the edge and turned the gear, then signaled Tesla to use the periscope.
Tesla moved closer to the periscope, and in the blurry mirror he saw a narrow and dim scenery: the corner of a huge stone statue, the standing stone pillars of the ruins, and a small piece of faintly illuminated clouds.
The scenery that was once tired of looking at and no one cared about is now a privilege that only the lucky and obsessive can enjoy.
Tens of seconds later, Tesla left the periscope and told the shelter personnel next to him: "It's dawn."
They lowered the periscope again, blocked the entrance with abyssal stones, and returned to the shelter with Tesla.
They separated in the wooden house village, and the shelter personnel went to the underground hill to ring the bronze bell in the morning, and then lit up a few faint luminous spheres in the sky above the ground, but they could pour into every corner of the shelter.
Soon, the no longer silent wooden house village became lively. Hundreds of shelter residents walked out of their respective wooden houses, some wearing tuxedos and evening gowns as if they were going to a banquet, and some wearing simple workman's clothes.
At breakfast time, they gathered in the "open-air" restaurant on the front left of the wooden house complex to have breakfast - it was said to be a restaurant, but it was actually several long tables put together in the open space.
It's just simple oatmeal and brown bread, and two eggs will be given to the residents who are about to go to work.
Tesla nodded and greeted several familiar residents, and sat down at the edge with a wooden bowl and bread.
In addition to the sounds of conversation, the sounds of chewing and drinking porridge are also mixed with some daily complaints.
"Why do I have to suffer this? I miss waking up in the morning to the service of the servants and the red wine from Verdot -"
Some of the refugee nobles wearing unconventional attire complained loudly.
Other residents ate in silence, ignoring it because they heard it every day. But this time, there was finally a mocking retort.
"Shut your mouth." A girl in a wheelchair who had just arrived at the restaurant mocked the young nobleman who was complaining: "Complaining will not make it taste better, nor will it bring foie gras and caviar."
The young nobleman saw the girl who was speaking clearly, muttered something in a low voice, and finally became quiet.
"Lulu, push me to Mr. Tesla's place." The girl said to the girl behind her who was wearing thick round glasses and a housekeeper uniform.
"Good morning, Baron Joseph, good morning Miss Lulu." Tesla asked them.
"Good morning, Mr. Tesla," Allen replied, asking what she was concerned about: "Has Lu Li replied to your letter?"
"The letter can't be sent here," Tesla replied, stirring the oatmeal.
"I forgot."
After a few more words of conversation, the shelter staff came over with a stack of newspapers and distributed them to the shelter residents.
What happened in the past day is simply written on it. There are no secrets for the residents of the shelter. All events that happen in the outside world will be transmitted to their ears - after being treated harmlessly.
Residents who received the newspaper kept screaming in surprise, and the originally harmonious restaurant was suddenly shrouded in gloom and gloom.
"What did you write?" Allen asked Lulu, who had just received the newspaper.
"The King of Allen suffered a strange invasion. The ancient gods who were between eternal sleep and death awakened and dragged them into death. However, the ancient gods were also destroyed by the beings in deep space." Tesla answered for her, with a serious expression.
Lulu had already unfolded the newspaper in front of Allen. In addition to what Tesla said, there were also people's praises for the victims and the ancient gods.
【We need to remember that name】
【And them】
…
The ashes quietly dispersed, revealing the ruined remains of the royal city.
It also revealed a group of survivors and a centipede-like monster on the long street in front of the city gate.
Wow——
The illusory Anna raised her head and saw a torn piece of paper fluttering in the wind and falling into Lu Li's outstretched palm.
[It’s called Prada, and it exists between reality and illusion. It will only appear in your imagination when you say this. 】
[Have you already begun to imagine that it is cute and friendly? But if you stop imagining, Prada disappears. 】
【Your attention is like a thread, connecting Prada and the real world.】
["Please don't forget me..." Prada said helplessly. 】
