The white sunlight shines down and falls on the Hexagonal City, covering most of the ruins with a layer of white.
In the empty city, on the abandoned streets, a blond man in gray robe was walking slowly. He looked around from time to time, and he kept stepping over the puddles of construction debris blocking the road, as well as some inexplicable ground.
Deep pits, like white pockmarks, can be seen everywhere on city streets.
There are gray-white houses and shops on both sides of the street, and occasionally there is a several-story hotel-style building with broken stone sculptures on both sides of the eaves.
The doors and windows of all the buildings were dark hollows, constantly letting out the cool breeze.
The blond man's leather boots stepped on the ground, and the fine stones were crushed, making a crunching sound.
He was walking alone on the street, his eyes moving left and right quickly, but the pupils in his eyes had no focus at all.
After walking for a while, the man crossed two blocks and walked onto a gray-white stone arch bridge.
The fence on the right side of the bridge was smashed by something, and only a small part remained. Below is a dry river bed, and the black river bottom is covered with fine green grass.
"You didn't find a single survivor?" The man slowly walked onto the arch bridge, with a look of doubt on his face.
After he separated from the others, he went to the museum alone to get what he wanted--the spotted crystal. He originally thought that he would encounter several monsters, but he didn't expect to see any monsters at all.
"Galeon! Rumble, boom, buzz!" Suddenly, Angel's shout and echo came from the distance.
Garen looked to the left. In the distance on the river bank, Angel and Vicky were walking along the river bank together. Both of them were wearing bright red leather armor, which looked like two very clear little red dots.
The shouts echoed in the empty city, and there were waves of echoes.
"Have you noticed?" Angel's voice came from far away.
Garen raised his hand and moved it left and right, indicating no.
Angel seemed to feel that shouting like this would easily provoke monsters, so he kept silent and stopped shouting. Instead, he pointed in the direction of the far bank of the river with gestures, meaning that she was going there.
Garen understood what she meant and pointed forward in his direction.
The two said hello and continued to move forward.
After crossing the stone bridge, there was another gloomy street ahead. The cold wind blew some leaves on the ground and rolled them, making a hissing sound.
There is a row of withered sycamore trees planted along the roadside of this street. There are not many leaves visible, only some dry leaves remain on the ground.
Garen walked forward slowly, seemingly very slowly, but in fact each step covered a large distance, just like an average person running at the same speed.
He looked around at the surrounding environment. There were mostly clothing stores and jewelry stores on both sides of the street. Many women's clothes and jewelry were displayed in them. Some of the clothes racks had collapsed, and the luxurious fabrics were covered with thick dust.
A layer of ash.
In the middle of the road ahead, there is a bronze statue, engraved with the posture of a child peeing. Below it is a circular pool for collecting water. The pool is completely dry, and there are many withered yellow sycamore leaves accumulated on the dry gray-white bottom of the pool.
Gallon walked to the edge of the pool and picked up a sycamore leaf in his middle hand. The withered yellow leaf was like a yellow claw, arching and curling upward.
With a gentle squeeze, the leaves suddenly burst into pieces and shattered into many paper-like fragments.
Garen brought his hand to his nose and smelled it gently. A dry and dehydrated smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils.
"What made so many people in this city leave here? There is no trace of monsters. But the collapse of the watch tower outside shows that there was definitely a battle here."
He threw away the fragments in his hand in confusion and crossed the sculpture pool.
After passing through this block, a large square covered with dead leaves appears in front of Gallon on the right side.
The square is oval-shaped, with three different stone sculptures in the middle. They are three unicorns with sharp horns on their foreheads, posing with hoofs raised and neighing. There are faint cracks on the snow-white bodies.
A long flower bed was built as a lace border on the edge of the square. Apart from the dark soil, there were no colorful flowers inside.
Garen looked across the square and saw a somewhat foggy rectangular building a little further ahead.
Like a very simple long white box, there are black stone pillars standing at regular intervals around this building, which seem to have some pattern carved on them.
Garen quickened his pace and walked towards this building.
Walking to the front of the building, there is a triangular fountain in front of the gate. It has been dry for a long time. Peng Quan divided the road into the left and right sides, forming an eye shape. On the periphery of the road are two bronze statues of figures, both of which are the same:
A young man holding a book in his hand. He seemed to be leading something. He turned his head and looked behind him while striding forward.
Gallon walked around the fountain from the left, walked to the sculpture, and gently touched the portrait sculpture.
The temperature is very low and cold, like ice cubes, and the texture is rough and hard.
He looked at his fingers and saw a thin layer of black ash on them.
Looking up at the sun, Garen suddenly noticed that the light in the sky seemed to be dimming a little. The little warmth that shone on his body before was now gone. It was replaced by a faint chill.!
Garen frowned and took out the pocket watch from his pocket. On the brass watch, the hour hand pointed to the 1 position.
"It's 1:20 noon. How can it be cold at this time?" He put on his pocket watch, tightened his gray robe, and strode towards the museum gate.
Outside the museum is a black iron-clad wooden door. The door is two people high and the golden keyhole in the middle looks very classy. Two silver chains hang outside the door, which seems to be binding the door.
Garen lifted the chain and rubbed it gently with his fingers.
Boring!
There was a crisp sound and the chain broke into two pieces.
Pulling off the chain, Garen gently pressed the keyhole with his palm. He made no sound, and then pushed it gently.
The keyhole was pushed completely inside and fell to the ground with a clang.
The door was slowly pushed open and opened to both sides.
It was empty inside. There was a lot of black ash on the ground. There were also many traces of smoke on the walls. Many places had been burned and melted. Some metal cabinets had been stuck together with charcoal. It was so dark that it was hard to tell who was who.
"This is troublesome." Garen frowned.
He looked straight ahead.
You can see the entire museum at a glance. There are large areas of charred blackness in the front and middle. Only the very back seems to have intact exhibition counters. Each of these counters is spherical and separated by transparent crystal glass. There are some scattered on the ground around it.
The glass fragments were very messy.
Gallon walked quickly through the large burnt area and walked to the last section of the booth.
The sound of his footsteps continued to echo in the empty museum, and the echoes reverberated through the space, as if there was another person walking behind Garen.
His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered what happened to Lei Lan that night, and his mood suddenly became gloomy. There seemed to be some footsteps echoing in the echo, the sound was slightly weaker, and it was following him. It seemed to be very close to him, following closely.
behind him.
Garen suddenly turned around and stopped.
There was nothing behind him, and the footsteps stopped immediately.
"Is it an illusion?" He tried to walk as gently as possible to prevent himself from making any noise.
Suddenly, the hairy feeling before was no longer there.
Arriving at the counter, Galen began to inspect the exhibits one by one.
Priceless jewelry, some exquisite bronzes, old and vicissitudes of ancient metal boxes, and the latest silver pocket watches. Various rare exhibits are placed on the counter.
Garen directly passed by these useless valuables, his eyes wandering, but he first discovered the list of exhibits at regular intervals on the wall.
The counter number of each collection is clearly recorded on the list.
Garen glanced at the list and found the counter of Suneng Crown: No. 28.
He walked to the intact counter and looked at the numbers on it. They were all between 270 and 270.
"28"
Garen walked along the counter to the front.
Soon I found the 28 counter which was mostly melted.
The crystal glass was smoked black. He put his five fingers on the counter surface and applied slight pressure, and his fingertips immediately sunk deep into it.
With a click, a large piece of coke mixture was dug out directly by Galleon.
It was empty inside, but it was not completely burned.
Jia Longzhong went in and felt around, grabbed something like a crown, and pulled it out directly.
A pure silver crown was immediately grasped in his hand. The crown had no trace of color, it was completely white and silver, with only a water-red rhombus crystal inlaid in the middle. It was simple and elegant, but it had a hint of refinement and neatness.
The gem is only the size of a fingernail, crystal clear and extremely pure. There is no trace of defects or impurities.
Garen picked up the crown and carefully examined the red crystal in the middle.
"The biggest feature of zebra crystal is that when it is pressed by external forces, its interior will naturally show fine patterns."
Gallon's finger lightly pressed on the red crystal stage.
Suddenly, fine mesh patterns appeared on it, like countless patterns, clearly visible.
"This is it."
He put the crown directly into his pocket.
Then I started searching for exhibits that I might need at other counters according to the list.
For many counters that were burned, most of the exhibits inside were not destroyed, but the outside of the counters was burnt and melted, making it difficult to take them out. Only a few were actually completely burned.
In order to prevent the exhibits inside from being damaged, Gallon was extremely careful and laborious in every move he made.
Time passed by and the sky outside became darker and darker.
Jia Longzhong was groping with his hand into a burnt black counter.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, there was a violent vibration outside, and the ground shook violently. It seemed like the footsteps of some huge creature.
"What?"
Garen retracted his hand and put a piece of black crystal in his hand into his pocket.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!
The sound of footsteps came again, the ground shook violently, and a large amount of dust continued to fall from the ceiling of the museum.