The storm and heavy rain gradually dissipated, and Old Dunling regained its peace, but under this peace there were ruins and corpses everywhere, like a battlefield at doomsday.
Some citizens plucked up their courage and walked out of the building cautiously, looking at the beautiful post-war scenery. Then more people walked out, but before they could observe more, gray figures surrounded them. The scavengers scolded them and drove them back to the shelter. At the same time, with the arrival of the scavengers, the blue mist followed them.
The fog was impenetrable and easily penetrated the heavy defenses, going deep into the place strangely, while the scavengers protected themselves tightly and were completely isolated from the fog.
The citizens who were touched by the fog first quieted down, and then they just felt tired and fell down one after another, falling into a long sleep. At the same time, the anti-meme invaded them and devoured their memories.
Such scenes are happening everywhere in Old Dunling. Dense blue clusters are growing and overflowing everywhere, and there is a drizzle falling. They carry anti-memetic substances, purifying the city and washing away the nightmares in the minds of everyone who is in the drizzle.
"So... where are your friends?"
The woman comforted the child and whispered to the guy who was looking out the window.
"Probably... probably still somewhere, fighting those monsters."
Buscaro thought about it and could only come to this conclusion.
"They didn't take you with them?" The woman could see the disappointment in the man's eyes.
"Yes, but there is nothing we can do about it," Buscaro smiled calmly, with a hint of bitterness, "We are originally from two different worlds, but this crisis just happened to bring us together."
Buscaro leaned over and gently stroked the child's sleeping face.
A warm feeling came from his fingertips, and at that moment, even Buscaro's own restless heart calmed down.
He did it, even though the journey was bumpy, but he did it.
“It’s really an adventure like a dream.”
Buscaro recalled everything that happened in the rainstorm and sighed.
At the same time, a faint blue mist slowly seeped in, and many people fell into a peaceful sleep unknowingly. They were heading towards Buscaro to surround him.
"So you have forgiven me?" Buscaro thought of something else and looked at the woman with a sincere gaze.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then smiled, gently stroked Buscaro's bald head, and combed the messy hair to make it look a little neater.
If it weren't for that damn bald head, she would have found it hard to recognize this guy chasing and chopping monsters as Buscaro.
"You have made changes, so why not give you another chance?"
Hearing this, Buscaro laughed with satisfaction, and then his consciousness began to become heavy due to inhaling the blue mist.
He really wanted to share this good news with his wonderful friends, but his consciousness became increasingly heavy, and those figures gradually became blurred and even disappeared.
The old ghost fell asleep, and Watson's will traveled through it.