When he saw the figure clearly, Tianyang heard a gasp behind him.
"Captain, is that a human?"
"I don't think so, but he doesn't look like an illegal immigrant."
Questions like this erupted in the Blue Sky team. Kun Lan, who also couldn't find the answer, said in annoyance, "Stop making noise!"
Tianyang observed his surroundings and boldly communicated with the black fog, extending his perception. He was searching for the 'Dream Weaving Old Woman' nearby.
This was very similar to the dream they had fallen into when the 'Dream Weaver Old Lady' had woven it when they first explored the City of Dreams.
Soon Tianyang confirmed that they did not encounter the 'dream-weaving old woman' and did not fall into some kind of woven dream.
Tianyang did not notice the strange old woman. Moreover, if it was a dream, it would definitely be more beautiful and no one would be able to see the flaws at a glance.
And now.
The sky in the town was still dark, black fog was floating everywhere, and the strange man was dressed in rags.
Such scenes and pictures will only make people more vigilant, because the 'dream weaving old woman' will not weave such dreams.
Because it is not conducive to capturing 'prey'.
In the light, the man staggered into a building not far away, which seemed to be his workplace.
Even though the building has long been dilapidated.
Tianyang moved the lighting beam and caught up with the building. Suddenly, he saw figures in the broken windows of the building.
Men and women were coming and going, very busy.
These people seem to be unaware of what has happened in the world, or the changes that have taken place in them. They still live in this small town, still live and work in the darkness.
"Tell me, am I dazzled?" Kun Lan's hand had already grasped the handle of the crutch blade. "What's wrong with these people? Are they working?"
"Damn it, they're not human anymore, are they?"
Tian Yang nodded and added, "But they can't be called black people. They just lost water in their bodies, but they didn't mutate. They didn't become any kind of black people that we know of."
Kun Lan then released his hand from the grip, rubbing his face and saying, "I'd rather run into a bunch of black people. This is too weird now."
Perhaps because they were not illegal immigrants, these "people" were not affected by the migration. Otherwise, they should have migrated with the illegal immigrants.
"Keep going deeper and keep observing." Tian Yang did not forget his identity today and that the captain of the team was Kun Lan, so he added, "What do you think?"
Kun Lan nodded vigorously and gestured: "Keep going deeper and keep observing!"
The team members gathered their composures, held on to their guns or swords, relied on their weapons to give them confidence and courage, and followed the two captains, Tianyang and Kunlan, to continue going deeper.
As we went deeper, we encountered more and more 'life' scenes similar to those just now.
On the streets, you can see people coming and going everywhere. They are wearing eerie and dirty clothes, and they are like zombies, wandering among the broken streets and buildings invaded by vines.
The whole town seemed like a huge stage, and these 'people' who should have died long ago were now performing a silent pantomime like actors on a stage.
These people have been dead for too long. For some unknown reason, their bodies have not yet rotted, and they have not been contaminated by the black fog.
But it was obvious that their organs had stopped working long ago, so they were all performing in silence.
Otherwise, Tianyang suspected that these people would even talk in the dark, mechanically reciting what they had said when they were alive.
in the darkness.
Repeat over and over again.
day after day.
Year after year.
During their exploration, they came to a hospital, which remained largely intact.
In the hospital and in the corridors, there were patients wearing striped hospital gowns, doctors and nurses in coats, and patients' family members in various clothes, walking in the black fog and going in and out of the wards.
Tianyang stood in the corner, looking at a "doctor" with a haggard face and sunken eyes, with a stethoscope with embroidery marks hanging around his neck, passing by him.
Then he saw a couple arguing, of course, neither of them made a sound.
They stood in front of the window of a ward, making quarreling gestures. They were in the dark, and they didn't know how many years they had been quarreling.
In that window, on a hospital bed, there was a little girl sitting on the bed, looking at the 'couple' outside the window.
The little girl's face had long lost its moisture, her gray skin was tightly attached to her skull, and her hollow eye sockets were devoid of any emotion. But her hands were making writing movements.
Tianyang walked into the ward and shone the light, only then did he see the little girl holding a diary in her hands.
She didn't have a pen in her other hand, but she repeated the writing movements like a machine.
Coming to the bedside, Tianyang shone the light on the diary, which was covered with dust. He blew away the dust, revealing lines of crooked handwriting.
'They are arguing again. My stepmother said that the family has no money, so she would sell the house to let me go through this operation. There are more operations waiting for me later.'
'Dad was in pain, but he just nodded. I think he agreed with his stepmother.'
'Yesterday, I asked my father. I asked him if he would abandon me. My father didn't say anything, and I knew he would not continue to treat me.'
'I don't blame him, but if he could have said something to me.'
"I will never abandon you, that would be great."
'Dad, I love you.'
In the darkness, the little girl was still "looking" out the window, still writing seemingly endless notes.
Like a clockwork machine, never tired.
There was no expression on Tianyang's face, he just held Yueguang's hand tightly.
"What does it say?"
Kun Lan also followed in and looked at the diary curiously, but he could not understand the words in the opposite world.
"nothing."
"It's just a story."
Tianyang lowered his head slightly and walked out of the ward.
Kun Lan sensitively noticed that the guy who just passed by him was in a low mood.
Also, there was a hint of anger that came from nowhere.
"Is this Baimao guy okay?"
Kun Lan shook his head and walked out of the ward.
After they explored the hospital, they found nothing unusual except the 'person' performing the mime.
But everyone knows that those who are still 'alive' are the biggest anomalies.
The team walked and stopped until they came to a house. Inside the house, a man was sitting on the ground, motionless.
Compared to the busy people outside, this motionless man seemed so strange.
Kunlan said excitedly: "We
Finally found a normal one! ”
He walked forward holding the lamp, and when he came in front of the man, he couldn't help but take a few steps back with a very bad look on his face.
Tianyang felt strange and went forward to see. It turned out that although the man did not move, he was holding a photo frame in his hand. Moreover, he had a strange smile on his face.
A man sat alone in the dark, holding a photo frame, with a stiff smile on his face.
It’s no wonder that such a situation scared Kun Lan away.
Tianyang also noticed that there was a notebook dropped next to the man. The notebook was open with a few lines of handwriting on it.
The handwriting is beautiful, as if it was written by a woman.
Tianyang squatted down and read it out loud.
"Honey, I'm leaving now."
"You are always busy. You are always busy with this and that. You never take anything I say to you seriously. I know you are so busy to make our lives better."
"So I never blamed you, but can you listen to my last words?"
"I know you love me. I love you very much too. I really can't bear to leave you. I think you feel the same way..."
"So, I hope you can promise me. I'm leaving, please don't cry, okay?"
"Don't be too sad. I just went to a very beautiful and warm place in advance."
"I will wait for you there. We will meet there again one day."
“Don’t cry, don’t be too sad, live with a smile, grow old with a smile.”
"Then, on a sunny afternoon, I will say something to you."
"haven't seen you for a long time... ... ."
After saying the last word on the notebook, Tianyang raised his head and looked at the strange smiling face in the darkness. He couldn't help but reach out and gently cover his chest with his hand.
My chest felt stuffy and twitched slightly in waves.
"I want to get out of here."
Kun Lan rubbed his eyes and said, "I feel uncomfortable here. I don't want to explore anymore."
Tianyang stood up and said calmly: "He should rest in peace. He has the right to do so. Somewhere, there is a woman waiting to be reunited with him."
"But for some reason, he still stays here, still holding the photo of his deceased wife, smiling in the darkness."
"besides."
"The little girl in the hospital just now."
"She knew her family was going to give up on her. Even so, she just wanted to hear her father say 'I love you'."
"But she will never hear it again, and will have to repeat the same despair every day."
"There should be many more things like this in this town."
"What is crueler than death?"
"I think."
"That's it."
Kun Lan narrowed his eyes slightly: "White Hair, what do you want to do?"
Tianyang raised his head with a grim expression: "I want to find out what caused all this. If it was man-made, I want that guy to feel the same pain."
He looked at the man in the darkness, his coldness gradually dissipated, and his expression softened: "I want them to rest in peace."
There was silence in the room.
The first to break the silence was Kun Lan. He walked to Tian Yang, said nothing, and just patted him on the shoulder.
Then he strode towards the exit.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and find out the cause so that these poor guys can rest in peace as soon as possible!"