Su Wen calmly but gently rubbed the little girl's hair. He didn't give her too much delicious food at first because he was afraid that it would be self-defeating because of being too distracted.
But if you follow her to where you live, there is no problem in giving her more food.
Although the little girl seems very wary, she trusts them easily.
Maybe it’s the bonus of the soft bread,
She just hugged the freshly baked bread and ran towards her place of residence with a brisk pace.
In this way, the picture of the tunnel world was completely reflected in Su Wen's eyes:
The Wall of Heracles.
As a transitional area that is deeply integrated with the abyss, and even because of insufficient purification, most border residents cannot directly return to the present world.
This may be their last refuge.
But in the eyes of Su Wen and Jiang Menghan, this place may be a steampunk survival point that combines despair and hope.
Everywhere exudes a strong steampunk atmosphere, as if time has been distorted here, and technology and ruins run side by side.
Dim lights seeped out from the staggered iron pipes above the heads of the three people, barely illuminating this narrow and winding corridor.
The light bounces on the mottled walls, casting twisted shadows, like ghosts in an ancient castle, silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.
There is a moist and slightly musty smell in the air, mixed with the unique smell of engine oil and metal smelting, making people frown involuntarily.
On the surrounding walls, various mechanical devices and retro steam engines roared, either driving the ventilation system or maintaining the energy supply of this huge underground city.
These machines emitted a low and rhythmic buzz, occasionally mixed with sharp whistles, which intertwined with the faint sound of underground water flowing in the distance, forming a depressing and noisy background music.
This sound is both a proof of survival and a shackles of imprisonment, reminding everyone living here that they are too far away from the sky, sunshine and freedom.
But even so,
The little girl who finally had a new harvest was still a little childish. With a trace of happiness that could not be concealed, she hugged the food and ran towards her little residence:
"I'm back."
And at this moment,
Felice's communication finally successfully contacted Su Wen.
Although the audio band is noisy,
But if we talk about communicating across space or even ruins, perhaps in the entire world, only his [Dawn System] can do this if Su Wen knows about it:
"Hello,
(Zila Zila) Hey,
Mr. Su Wen, can you hear me?"
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the projection you're on over there?"
Su Wen heard the entanglement in Felice's words, so he did not ignore it.
And when I finally heard his reply,
Miss Watcher seemed to finally feel at ease, and she simply stated everything she saw in a logical way.
About three minutes passed,
She finished explaining everything she had seen so far and all the "errors", and Su Wen also rarely fell into deep thought:
"you mean:
The historical content inside the projection ruins has been rewritten by some unknown circumstances?
I don’t know which god did this.”
certainly,
He didn't mean to pretend to deceive her, after all, this was what he had done before.
But there is no way to tell others about this ability to reconstruct history. It has a wider scope than (Rhein is Su Wen's vest).
He didn't know if the seventh-level [God's Mansion] could do this, but he couldn't expose it casually now.
so,
Su Wen directly put this aside and went directly to the key points that he was more concerned about:
"Is there a possibility that what relic scholars are actually restoring is normal history?
In other words,
They restore history and distort the normal view of time and space. What’s more, they need some kind of ‘medium’?
Karl Heinrich Marx once mentioned in his philosophical theory that the world operates based on matter.
This is why the background era of the universe has gone through five eras of changes so far.
But many stars or planets have not actually disappeared or changed, leaving us with countless 'relics', 'borders' or 'the other side'."
"medium?"
Phyllis thought about the point mentioned in his words.
Then, with some hesitation, she said:
"Is it those crystals?"
Su Wen nodded:
"It's possible,
But definitely not completely.
According to a certain extraordinary crisis that I participated in before that was led by ruin scholars, although I can’t tell you the details,
But I can tell you for sure:
If they arrange the projection relics of the space station, in addition to the energy anchor point, they will also use a key figure or symbol as an event anchor point."
"I'll go look for it,"
only,
At this moment, Miss Watcher seemed to have thought of something else,
"But what about those huge fleets that are about to arrive?
We won't be killed."
How did the subsequent fleet land and how did it completely purify the space station? In fact, Su Wen had not experienced so much.
So he just said:
"I'm not sure.
But normally, they cannot have such huge computing power even for projected ruins.
So for this, Phyllis, I already have a plan.
You first need to confirm the energy anchor point
As for those bastards, I will deal with them myself."
At the end, Su Wen even added,
"Old Constance's recent plans are indeed very risky. Although I don't know what purpose the old man had in making such a bold design.
But there are 100% insiders in your team.
Be careful to hide yourself well.
Of course, I also need to bring him some extremely fatal 'fake news' through you,
That's the 'most important' part of the plan."
He spoke calmly,
But at this moment, in the deep, dark underground tunnel where steam and rust intersect, there are occasional dim lights swaying above the tunnel, casting mottled shadows.
In this forgotten corner,
In a small residence barely built with scrap metal and broken wooden boards, there was a little girl who was full of expectations before, tightly holding a piece of hard-earned bread, with an innocent smile on her face.
At this moment, he suddenly let out a scream that was so shrill that it seemed to tear his heart and lungs apart.
That voice echoed in the cold tunnel, carrying endless sorrow and despair.
And when hearing such miserable cries,
Su Wen and Jiang Menghan were not far away, and their eyes met instantly.
Then they ran towards the source of the mourning without hesitation, every step seemed to step on a heavy heartstring, echoing with an ominous premonition.
However,
When they finally rushed to the crumbling door, what they saw in front of them was a terrifying scene that was frightening and struck straight into the soul:
Deep in a shelter that is so small that it is almost impossible to turn around, and the air is filled with the smell of mold, dampness and despair,
A child, younger than the little girl, was lying helplessly in a pool of dazzling blood.
But there was no help.
His breathing had completely stopped, and even his body was completely cold.