Lorenzo pulled Eve into the crazy banquet, and everything became clear before his eyes. The long corridor led directly to the deepest part, but like a spider web, it branched out into dozens of paths as it went deeper.
Where the corners meet, there are people lying everywhere with blurred eyes, as if they are intoxicated in some dream that they cannot wake up from.
"What exactly is this..."
Eve was almost suffocated and could hardly speak.
"The feast of bliss."
Lorenzo replied in a calm voice. This blood-boiling atmosphere could not make him excited at all, as if his blood was cold. His eyes were on the four people lying on the ground. They were embracing each other passionately, and they were together.
Lost in dreams.
This is just the periphery, no one knows how many people are addicted to it under this huge underground palace.
But Lorenzo didn't care about this. He pulled Eve forward and walked past the twisted and squirming bodies.
"What are those people doing?"
"Sweet dreams, this is their way to escape."
Lorenzo held Eve's arm and said as he walked.
"Do you know the hallucinogens that are rampant in the outer city? That's what they inject. Just a little bit can escape reality for a long time. This is also one of the programs of the Sabo Ball. People in the lower city usually call this kind of party the Bliss Banquet.
To them, this behavior is like going to heaven together."
His eyes were slightly cold. Lorenzo never liked this method of escape.
"But I can only go there for a while. When the dream finally ends, I fall hard from the beautiful paradise, wake up in the dirty downtown area, and cry loudly."
Eve was stunned. The cruelty of the world was only exposed to her, and she felt extremely depressed.
"Why... why do you do this?"
It seems to be asking why they don't work hard and love life.
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This is the era of steam technology. The rumbling steam engines push the technology of the entire world forward, but the beauty brought by this technology does not favor everyone, even in this old Dunling of Ying Erweg.
middle.
The entire old Dunling is in a morbid deformity. The sky is covered with dark clouds, the Zeppelin airship never dives, the world's top technology is nurtured in this hotbed of industry, and everything is developing in the best direction.
But the cost of all this is also so painful. The air mixed with waste gas echoes in the lungs of every Yingerweg. In order to keep the furnace from going out, the old forest has been burned to death, and now only the
Wasteland to be developed.
The top end of science and technology always prioritizes serving the military, so Ying Erweg finally won the glorious war that lasted for hundreds of years. The dividends of the war and unique military technology made it rise rapidly. Under the twisted development, the Snake of the Atrium
Covering almost the entire territory of Yin Erweg, the silent steel torrent is enough to easily destroy any country that refuses to surrender.
But the darkest thing is always the deep shadow under the daylight.
The gradually emerging public foundation can only meet the needs of the nobility and some people. The Mechanical Institute has been able to send hundreds of tons of war machines into the sky, but it cannot make electric lights light up in every dark home. After liberating productivity, it will
It is the countless people who are unemployed, expelled from their own country like wild dogs, living in the damp sewers, and finally falling into desperate madness.
"The whole old Dunling is like a pyramid, with classes pressing down heavily, and finally the foundation stone is held up by those who are powerless."
Lorenzo said ruthlessly.
"Machines don't need wages or rest, but humans do, so they are eliminated and can only survive here."
Eve didn't say anything. As an aristocrat, she couldn't say anything.
After walking a long journey, multiple senses such as sight and hearing were constantly impacted by this confusion. When she entered the real ballroom, Eve finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As the two people walked in, all the guests had arrived, and the door behind them slowly closed tightly, and the singing gradually began. Men and women twisted and danced on the dance floor, as if the door blocked the entire world, completely shutting out the confusing warmth.
Isolated.
Countless crystals hang from the huge chandelier, and they reflect the light and make the dome look like daylight.
The space in the hall is much larger than what was seen in the corridor, and the stairs rise upward layer by layer, just like the dueling arena in ancient Rome. It is unimaginably prosperous here, and Eve has never imagined that she would be there in the poor lower city.
With such a facility, it seems as if all the wealth of the Lower City was gathered here to build this great place.
"Can you dance?"
Lorenzo took Eve, bowed, and led her to dance on the dance floor without waiting for Eve's answer.
"I'm not very good at it."
Although Eve said this, she felt that it was too late. The two of them had already started moving, walking back and forth among the crowd on the dance floor.
The band played selflessly on the high platform, and the songs stirred everyone's emotions.
"As a noble, you should learn more. Maybe your future husband will meet at a ball, right?"
Lorenzo showed incredible proficiency, and Eve was like a puppet in his hands, swinging and dancing with her.
"Then how come you, a detective still has to learn to dance?"
"You also know that most of the time the mistress is caught after the dance."
Lorenzo's voice was a little dry, and it was really a bit bad to always mention his dark history like this.
Eve showed a bad smile and relaxed a lot unconsciously. If you forget how you came and what your purpose is, this is no different from an ordinary dance.
"Look around carefully, we are going to find Saab next."
He held Eve and spun around. The girl was much lighter than he thought, and her long skirt spread out as she spun, like a blooming lotus.
"You don't know what he looks like?"
"I'm just a detective. How could I have seen him before? So we have to find a way to find him before the end."
He was talking to Eve, but Lorenzo's eyes kept darting back and forth.
"He's a Viking. He's tall and should be very conspicuous."
Eve gave her own advice, but Lorenzo shook his head.
"He will not appear on the dance floor. He is the master here, and now it is just a warm-up. There is no need for the master to appear so early."
His eyes wandered back and forth in this splendid hall. If it weren't for the mask, Lorenzo would have looked like a little thief who came to steal something.
"This is his kingdom, and the king should sit at the top and look down on his people. No matter what happens, he can see it first."
The girl's slender waist was like a willow branch in Lorenzo's hands, and the two of them swayed and rotated, constantly shuttled among the crowd with the help of music.
"Like those Zeppelins, they are always above the clouds. No matter what the people on the ground do, they can see clearly."
His eyes finally fell on the high platform, and Lorenzo whispered in Eve's ear.
"I think I found him."
It was a high platform, and the more distinguished guests had been seated there early. They were talking to each other, tasting fine wine and food, and discussing things they didn't want others to know.
"You said he was in that group of people?"
Eve also saw it during a spin, she whispered.
"No, it's further up."
Lorenzo's eyes were always on the upper part of the high platform, where was the magnificent glass-like wall.
We are obviously underground, but the walls are covered with stained glass, depicting myths like those in a church. But this is underground, and the sacred light can never shine down to illuminate everything.
"This is underground. The painted glass is so abrupt. There must be a room behind it. He is behind the glass, quietly observing us."
"Then what should we do? Shoot there?" Eve was so reckless.
"In that case, we will die here together today. This is underground. You have also seen how complicated the route is. The only exit we know is the way we came from. That is an advantageous terrain. As long as someone holds a gun
Blocked there, he can defeat one against a hundred, and it will be difficult for even an army to break through."
Just like the Thermopylae where Leonidas defended, no matter how many enemies there were, they were all evenly matched in that narrow terrain.