Looking outside the door, Colin saw two men standing there, one was a slave and the other was also a slave.
One of them held a lantern and guarded there diligently. Even though this was a "level five underground fortress" with defenses that even lord-level mutants could hardly break through, they did not take it lightly.
Inside the house, the gentle and almost inaudible breathing sound made Colin move his eyes.
Not far away, Shana was leaning against a sofa and resting with her eyes closed.
But with the noise caused by Colin standing up, she suddenly clenched her fists, opened her eyes, and burst into a white light.
However, when she saw Colin sitting up, she was stunned. She was about to speak, but was stopped by Colin who shook his head.
"You continue to rest."
Colin said in a low voice, then rubbed his forehead and took out the parchment scroll to look at it.
Number of regional channels: 377.
A number that can be called "perfect".
Because Colin remembered that there were 397 people dead yesterday, but now only 20 people died...
Soon it was the fifth day, and many areas still retained about half of their population. The five-day extinction that people had initially speculated about did not happen.
Of course, the things that those people said about the destruction on the second day, the third day, and the fourth day did not happen...
But compared to the past, something feels a little off today.
Colin looked at the chat channel again. Whether it was the "region" or the "world", there didn't seem to be any major problems.
There wasn't even a knock on the door tonight.
"Why does it feel like the calm before the storm..."
Colin exhaled, "I hope I didn't scare myself."
Although he still feels quite tired, physiologically speaking, his brain has gotten enough rest.
The fatigue is mainly mental.
And once I woke up I couldn't fall asleep again.
In desperation, Colin got up, washed his face, lit the lantern, sat down at a wooden table, and began to use prompts to organize and summarize the "big and small miracles" and some other knowledge in his brain.
In the lantern, Colin's face was focused, with only the flickering candlelight in his eyes.
He was becoming more and more afraid to stop his brain.
Even though Kelin felt that he was still very tired and that he had not rested enough, he really wanted to sleep comfortably for another whole day...
But he didn't dare stop to think.
In such a world, as he gradually touches the deepest "information" of the world with "hints", the feedback he gets makes him feel more and more desperate...
"Countdown" is hopeless, "sanctions" is hopeless, "gray fog" is hopeless...
Even those so-called "miracles" make people feel hopeless.
In this world that has decayed to the ground, nothing can bring peace of mind...
He... doesn't see the future very well.
"No, this is not the time to think about these things, just focus on the road ahead..."
Colin sorted out his confused mind, took a few deep breaths, and tried to sort out yesterday's events.
He wanted to ensure that the dissemination of that knowledge would not cause a horrific reaction, would not attract the "attention" of the system, and would not be "sanctioned"...