Roland slammed the door shut and took two deep breaths.
The snowflakes stuck to him quickly melted into water droplets.
Although he had long understood the impermanence of dreams, this scene still shocked him.
Roland walked to the window of the utility room, and looked out with a probe. The outer wall was flat, and there was no shadow of the door at all, and there was no trace of repair.
In other words, the door was built into the wall at the same time the apartment building was "built," rather than being installed later.
So... Is it only room 0825 that has such an iron door, or is it the same for every resident
If other rooms also have doors to other spaces, what would they look like
This idea excited Roland.
He returned to the bedroom and found a set of winter clothes from the closet to wear. The shriveled down jacket was seriously shedding, and the woolen scarf was split, but he had no better choice at this time.
After putting on these cold clothes in midsummer, Roland felt like he was surrounded by a stove, sweat kept pouring out, and the temperature in his body rose.
When he came to the iron gate again, he kicked off the flip-flops, put on a pair of green leather galoshes, and walked in directly.
The cold wind suddenly poured into his body along the gaps in the collar and cuffs, and the sweat that had flowed before felt extremely sour. Under the heat and cold, he couldn't help but sneezed several times.
Wait, if you keep this door open, wouldn't your home have an air conditioner that doesn't consume electricity
I just don't know how Zero will feel when she sees this scene.
Roland rubbed his nose and looked back at the door opening, which seemed to be connected to a basement half-buried in the soil slope. There were many such low-rise warehouses around, apparently all of them were farmers living outside the city. Or set up by merchants, usually used to store grain, ale or other sundries. However, there was not a single figure stationed around, and the camp seemed to be abandoned.
The sight that surprised him was hundreds of meters behind the slope.
The world in front of you has clear boundaries.
At the end of the field of vision, the snow-covered soil slope was cut off by the middle, and the broken rocks floated in the air as if they had lost their gravity. In the distance, there was a frantic whirlwind and boundless darkness. Occasionally, a crimson lightning flashed across. , illuminates the border area, but even then the darkness is bottomless.
Although this scene is terrifying, it is extremely magnificent. If you have to describe it, it is like an island floating in the void. The border stretches along the mountain until it disappears into the wind and snow. There is no doubt that there must be such a boundary on the other side of the holy city, but the distance is too far, and he can't see it for the time being.
Is this the memory fragment left by Zero
Roland didn't dare to go to the border to see what happened. Whether it was the gust of wind that ripped apart the gravel or the lightning that pierced the sky, they all revealed a dangerous atmosphere. He didn't immediately go to the Holy City. Looking at it from here, it would take at least half an hour to reach the city. If he walked in snow that was less than his ankles, it would only be slower. He should have been more prepared.
After that, Roland walked around this suburban camp.
Whether it was the basement, the dwellings or the tents, the entire camp had no life at all, and all the inhabitants seemed to have disappeared.
This scene is a bit like a battlefield of the soul, just using the memory as the background stage.
According to this inference, there should be no one in the holy city.
Although there is no trace of life activities, there are a lot of things in the warehouse, and it seems to be frozen at the moment when the memory is stripped.
For example, the grapes in Roland's hands.
He found it in a small basement next door. The iron lock on the door couldn't stop him at all. He went back to the house to find a wrench and just unscrewed the bolt together. There are many foods stored in it, including cured jerky, fish fillets, wheat... and a small half-case of grapes.
It looks very fresh. It should have been brought up from the old holy city below the plateau. When you pick one and put it in your mouth, you can still feel its cold sweetness.
The biggest gain came from the fact that he found a small iron box from the dark compartment of the basement. He did not observe carefully enough, but the dark compartment hidden in the wall itself was turned on, and there was even a burning oil lamp next to it. , as if someone just happened to be depositing something and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the grid that has not yet been closed and the iron box that is half exposed.
The box contained a dozen golden dragons and a few clear gems, which were of good quality at a glance, and Roland put them into his pocket without hesitation.
After confirming that the items in the memory fragment could be brought into the apartment, he immediately got busy.
After tossing in the snow for nearly two hours, Roland moved valuable things into the house little by little, including a lot of food and a small amount of ordnance, such as iron armor, short swords and light crossbows. The former can save food expenses, and the latter Maybe it can be sold online.
It was not until the utility room was filled to the brim that he reluctantly locked the iron door.
The feeling of picking up rubbish is simply amazing.
He couldn't help but want to laugh out loud when he thought that there was still an entire holy city for him to loot.
Now let alone living expenses, getting rich overnight is not a problem.
Roland took off his clothes panting and was about to take a sip of water when a strong sense of dizziness suddenly came to his mind.
what happened? He stumbled two steps, and before he reached the coffee table, he felt his vision turn upside down, followed by a bang, and darkness enveloped him.
…
When he woke up again, Roland found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom, sore all over, as if he had experienced a marathon.
The city outside the shutters was covered in night, and he had apparently been lethargic for more than an hour or two.
It was probably due to mental exhaustion and heatstroke caused by alternating cold and heat stimulation. He thought to himself that he really should take a nap before going back.
But what surprised him was that his body didn't feel weak at the moment. Apart from the pain, he was full of energy, as if there was a heat current circulating in the body, and wherever he went, the touch became extremely sharp.
At this moment, Roland felt the small breath coming from the pillow.
He tilted his head slightly and saw Zero who was lying beside him.
She held a wet towel in her hand, half of her cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight, her thin eyelashes trembled slightly, and her back slowly rose and fell along her nose.
Probably because the room was too hot, her dress was soaked with sweat, her arms were covered with fine sweat beads, and at the same time there was a unique sour smell of sweat.
Apparently, the little girl dragged him from the living room into the bedroom, and at the same time did the most basic cooling treatment.
How the hell did she get the potion in it
Looking at Zero's defenseless sleeping position, Roland shook his head helplessly, sat up quietly, put the other party on the bed, and went back to the living room lightly. Since she cares so much about the cleanliness of the room, she will definitely not be happy not to take a shower. Just go to sleep, just throw it on your bed first, and wipe the mat tomorrow.
It's already dirty enough.
Lying on the sofa, he found that the soreness was gradually fading, while the heat flow in his body became more and more obvious.
Roland realized that it was not an illusion.
But something indescribable.
He touched his trousers pocket, pulled out a golden dragon from the memory fragment, and held it in his hand.
The heat condensed in the palm of his hand as he wished.
Roland squeezed his fist tightly, and when he released it again, the golden dragon had been folded into a half-moon shape.