The white sunlight poured down and fell on the Hexagonal City, coating most of the ruins with a layer of white.
In the empty city, on the abandoned streets, a blond man in a gray robe walked slowly. From time to time, he looked around, stepping over piles of construction waste blocking the road, and some inexplicable deep pits on the ground. The deep pits looked like white spots, which could be seen everywhere on the city streets.
There are gray and white houses and shops on both sides of the street, and occasionally a hotel-style building with several floors, with damaged stone sculptures on both sides of the eaves.
The doors and windows of all the buildings are dark hollows, from which the chilly wind constantly leaks out.
The leather boots on the blond man's feet stepped on the ground, and the fine stones were crushed, making a crisp sound.
He was walking alone on the street, his eyes moved quickly left and right, but the pupils in his eyes did not have the slightest focus.
After walking a certain distance, the man crossed two blocks and walked onto a gray and white stone arch bridge.
The fence on the right side of the bridge was smashed by something, and only a small half remained. Below is the dry river bed, the black river bottom is covered with fine grass.
"You didn't find a single survivor?" The man walked up the arch bridge slowly, with a hint of doubt on his face.
After he was separated from the others, he went to the museum alone to get what he wanted - the speckled crystal. Originally, I thought that I would encounter several monsters no matter what, but I didn't expect to see none of them.
"Garon! Long, long, hum." Suddenly, Angel's shout and echo came from afar.
Garen looked to the left, and in the distance along the river bank, Angel and Vicky were walking along the river bank. Both of them were wearing bright red leather armor, which looked like two very clear red dots.
The shouts echoed continuously in the empty city, and there were echoes.
"Have you noticed... eh... eh...?" Angel's voice came from afar.
Garen raised his hand and waved it left and right, indicating no.
Angel also seemed to feel that shouting like this would easily provoke monsters, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he pointed to the direction of the river bank far away with his gestures. Meaning she's going there.
Garen understood what she meant, and pointed forward in his direction.
The two greeted each other and continued to move forward.
After crossing the stone bridge, there is another gloomy street in front of it. The cold wind blows some leaves on the ground and rolls up, making a hissing and rubbing sound.
Along the road of this street, a row of withered sycamore trees were planted, with few leaves visible, only some dry leaves remained on the ground.
Garen walked forward slowly, seemingly at a very slow speed, but in fact, each step covered a large distance, which was the same as the speed of ordinary people running.
He looked at the surrounding environment from left to right. Most of the streets are clothing stores and jewelry stores. Many women's clothes and jewelry are placed in them. Some clothes racks have collapsed, and the luxurious fabrics are thick with dust. A layer of ashes.
In the middle of the front road, there is a bronze statue engraved with the posture of a child peeing, and below it is a circular pool that catches water. The pool was completely dry, and many withered and yellow sycamore leaves had accumulated on the dry gray bottom of the pool.
Garen walked to the pool and reached out to pick up a sycamore leaf. The withered yellow leaf was like a yellow claw, arching upwards and curling.
With a light pinch, the leaves immediately shattered into pieces like many pieces of paper.
Garen took his hand to his nose and sniffed lightly. A dry and dehydrated smell immediately entered his nostrils.
"What caused so many people in this city to leave here? There is no trace of a monster. But the collapse of the watchtower outside shows that there must have been a battle here."
He threw away the fragments in his hand suspiciously, and crossed the sculpture pool.
Passing through this block, on the right side ahead, a large square full of dead leaves appeared in front of Garen.
The square is oval, and there are three different stone sculptures in the middle. They are three unicorns with sharp horns on their foreheads, and they are posing with hooves and neighing. There are faint cracks on the snow-white body.
A long flower bed was built on the side of the square as a lace, and there were no colorful flowers in it except for the dark soil.
Garen looked over 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 intervals around the building, and some patterns seem to be engraved on it.
Garen quickened his pace and walked towards the building.
Walking to the front of the building, there is a triangular fountain in front of the gate, which has already dried up. Peng Quan divided the entrance road into left and right sides, forming an eye shape. On the periphery of the road are two more bronze statues of figures, both of the same statue: a young man holding a book in his hand. He seemed to be leading something, turned his head and looked behind him, and strode forward.
Garen walked around the fountain from the left, walked to the sculpture, and lightly touched the statue.
The temperature is very low and cold, like ice cubes, the texture is rough and hard.
He looked at his fingers, and there was a thin layer of black ash on them.
He looked up at the sun. Garen suddenly noticed that the light in the sky seemed to be dimming. The little bit of warmth that shone on her body before was gone now. Instead, there was a faint chill.
Garen frowned and took out the pocket watch in his pocket. On the brass watch, the hour hand points to the 1 position.
"1:20 noon, it's actually cold at this time?" He put his pocket watch on and tightened his gray robe. He strode towards the gate of the museum.
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. There are two silver chains hanging from the sea outside the gate, which seem to be binding the gate.
Garen lifted the chain and rubbed his fingers lightly.
Boring!
With a crisp sound, the chain snapped in two.
Pulling off the chain, Garen gently pressed the keyhole with his palm. Silently, and then gently pushed.
The keyhole was directly pushed in, and fell to the ground with a bang.
The door was slowly pushed open and opened to both sides.
The inside is empty, there is a lot of black ash on the ground, and there are many traces of smoke on the walls. Many places have been burned and melted. Some metal cabinets have been glued together with coke, and it is so dark that it is not clear who is who.
"This is troublesome." Garen frowned.
He looked straight ahead.
The entire museum can be seen to the end at a glance. There are large areas of scorched black in the front and middle, and only the back seems to have this intact exhibition counter. These counters are spherical one by one, separated by transparent crystal glass. Some glass shards were scattered on the surrounding ground, which was very messy.
Garen walked quickly through the large burnt area and walked to the last section of the booth.
His footsteps alone echoed in the empty museum, and the echo echoed through the space, as if there was another person walking behind Garen.
He narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered what happened to Lei Lan at night, and his mood suddenly became gloomy. There seemed to be a footstep echoing in the echo, the sound was slightly weaker, and it followed behind him. It seemed to be very close to him, closely following behind him.
Garen turned his head abruptly and stopped in his tracks.
There was nothing behind him, and the footsteps stopped immediately.
"An illusion?" He tried to walk as lightly as possible, not letting himself make a sound.
Immediately, there was no more hairy feeling like before.
When he came to the counter, Garen began to check the exhibits inside one by one.
Priceless jewellery, some fine brass, antique metal boxes of old age and vicissitudes, the latest silver pocket watches. All kinds of rare exhibits are placed in the counter.
Garen glanced directly at these useless valuables, his eyes wandering, but he was the first to discover the list of exhibits on the wall at intervals.
The counter numbers of each collection are clearly recorded on the list.
Garen glanced at the list and found the counter of Su Neng Crown: No. 28.
He walked to the intact counter and glanced at the numbers above, they were all between 270 and 350.
"28"
Garen followed the counter and walked towards the front.
Soon, they found Counter 28, which had been mostly melted.
The crystal glass was smoked black. He placed his five fingers on the counter surface, and with a light force, his fingertips sank deeply.
With a click, a large piece of coke mixture was dug out by Garen.
It was empty inside, and it hadn't been completely burned.
Garen reached in and touched it, grabbed something that looked like a crown, and pulled it out.
He immediately grabbed a pure silver crown in his hand. The crown had no variegated color, it was completely silver, with only a water-red rhombus crystal inlaid in the middle. Simple and atmospheric, but faintly revealing a touch of refinement and neatness.
The gemstone is only the size of a fingernail, crystal clear and extremely pure. There is no trace of defects and impurities.
Garen picked up the crown and carefully examined the red crystal in the middle.
"The biggest characteristic of the speckled crystal is that when it is pressed by an external force, it will naturally show fine patterns inside."
Garen pressed his finger on the red crystal on the stage.
Immediately, a fine network of lines appeared on it, like countless markings, clearly visible.
"That's it."
He put the crown directly into his pocket.
Then I started to search for exhibits that might be needed at other counters according to the list.
Most of the exhibits inside the burnt counters were not destroyed, but the outside of the counters were melted and it was troublesome to take them out. There are only a handful of people who have been completely burned.
In order to prevent the exhibits inside from being damaged, Garen was extremely careful in every move, which took great effort.
Time passed by every minute and every second. The sky outside was getting darker.
Garen reached out his hand and was groping into a scorched counter.
boom! boom!
Suddenly there was a violent vibration outside, and the ground shook violently. It sounded like the footsteps of something huge.
"what?"
Garen withdrew his hand and put a black crystal in his pocket.
bang bang! bang bang bang! !
The sound of footsteps came again, the ground shook violently, and a large amount of dust kept falling from the ceiling of the museum.
(end of this chapter)