Mysterious journey

The white sunlight shines down and falls on the Hexagonal City, coating most of the ruins with a layer of white.

In the deserted streets of the empty city, a blond man in gray robes walked slowly forward. He looked around from time to time, constantly stepping over piles of construction debris blocking the road, as well as some inexplicable deep pits in the ground. Each of the deep pits looked like white pockmarks, which could be seen everywhere on the city streets.

There are gray-white houses and shops on both sides of the street, and occasionally there is a multi-story hotel-style building with broken stone sculptures on both sides of the eaves.

The doors and windows of all the buildings were dark hollows, constantly letting out the cool breeze.

The blond man's leather boots stepped on the ground, and the fine stones were crushed, making a crunching sound.

He was walking alone on the street, his eyes moving left and right quickly, but the pupils in his eyes had no focus at all.

After walking for a while, the man crossed two blocks and walked onto a gray-white stone arch bridge.

The fence on the right side of the bridge was smashed by something, and only a small part remained. Below is a dry riverbed, and the black bottom is covered with fine green grass.

"You didn't find a single survivor?" The man walked slowly onto the arch bridge, with a look of doubt on his face.

After he separated from the others, he went to the museum alone to get what he wanted - the spotted crystal. I originally thought that I would encounter a few monsters, but I didn't expect that I didn't see a single monster.

"Gallon! Long. Long. Buzz." Suddenly, Angel's shout and echo came from the distance.

Gallon looked to the left. In the distance on the river bank, Angel and Vicki were walking along the river bank together. Both of them were wearing bright red leather armor, which looked like two very clear little red dots.

The shouts continued to echo in the empty city, and there were waves of echoes.

"Have you noticed... eh... eh... eh...?" Angel's voice came from far away.

Garen raised his hand and moved it from side to side, indicating no.

Angel seemed to feel that shouting like this would easily provoke monsters, so he kept silent and stopped shouting. Instead, he pointed in the direction of the river bank with his hand gesture. It means that's where she's going.

Garen understood what she meant and pointed forward in his direction.

The two of them greeted each other and continued to move forward.

After crossing the stone bridge, there was another gloomy street ahead. The cold wind blew some leaves on the ground and rolled them, making a hissing sound.

There is a row of withered sycamore trees planted on the side of this street. There are not many leaves visible, only some dry leaves remain on the ground.

Garen walked forward slowly, seemingly very slowly, but in fact each step covered a large distance, just like an average person running at the same speed.

He looked around at the surrounding environment. There were mostly clothing stores and jewelry stores on both sides of the street. Many women's clothes and jewelry were placed inside. Some of the clothes racks had mostly collapsed, and the luxurious fabrics were covered with thick dust. A layer of dust.

In the middle of the road ahead, there is a bronze statue, engraved with the posture of a child peeing, and below it is a circular pool for collecting water. The pool was completely dry, and there were many withered yellow sycamore leaves accumulated on the dry gray-white bottom.

Garen walked to the edge of the pool and reached out to pick up a sycamore leaf. The withered yellow leaf was like a yellow claw, arching and curling upward.

With a gentle squeeze, the leaves suddenly burst into pieces and shattered into many paper-like fragments.

Garen brought his hand to his nose and smelled it gently. A dry and dehydrated smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils.

"What made so many people in this city leave here? There is no trace of monsters. But the collapse of the watch tower outside shows that there was definitely a battle here."

He threw away the fragments in his hand in confusion and crossed the sculpture pool.

After passing through this block, on the right side of the front, a large square covered with dead leaves appeared in front of Gallon.

The square is oval-shaped, with three different stone sculptures in the middle. They are three unicorns with sharp horns on their foreheads, posing with their hooves raised and neighing. There are faint cracks on the snow-white body.

A long flower bed was built as a lace border on the edge of the square. Apart from the dark soil, there were no colorful flowers in it.

Garen looked across 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 regular intervals around this building, which seem to have some pattern carved on them.

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 been dry for a long time. Peng Quan divided the road into the left and right sides, forming an eye shape. On the periphery of the road are two more bronze statues of figures, both of which are the same: a young man holding a book in his hand. He seemed to be leading something, turning his head and looking behind him, while striding forward.

Gallon walked around the fountain from the left, walked to the sculpture, and gently touched the portrait sculpture.

The temperature is very low and cold, like ice cubes, and the texture is rough and hard.

He looked at his fingers and saw 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 a little. The little warmth that shone on my body before was gone now. It was replaced by 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.

"It's 1:20 noon. It's actually cold at this time?" He put on his pocket watch and tightened his gray robe. He strode towards the museum door.

Outside the museum is a black iron-clad wooden door, which is two people high and has a golden keyhole in the middle that looks very classy. Two silver chains hung outside the gate, seeming to be binding the gate.

Garen lifted the chain and rubbed it gently with his fingers.

Boring!

There was a crisp sound and the chain broke into two pieces.

Pulling off the chain, Garen gently pressed his palm on the keyhole. Silently, then a gentle push.

The keyhole was pushed completely inside and fell to the ground with a bang.

The door was slowly pushed open and opened to both sides.

It was empty inside. There was a lot of black ash on the ground. There were also many traces of smoke on the walls. Many places had been burned and melted. Some metal cabinets had been stuck together with coke. It was so dark that it was hard to tell who was 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 charred blackness in the front and middle, and only the exhibition counter at the very back seems to be intact. Each of these counters is spherical and separated by transparent crystal glass. There were some glass fragments scattered on the surrounding ground, which was very messy.

Gallon walked quickly through the large burnt area and walked to the last section of the booth.

The sound of his footsteps continued to echo in the empty museum, and the echoes reverberated through the space, as if there was another person walking behind Garen.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered what happened to Lei Lan that night, and his mood suddenly became gloomy. There seemed to be some footsteps echoing in the echo, the sound was slightly weaker, just behind him. She seemed to be very close to him, following closely behind him.

Garen turned his head sharply and stopped.

There was nothing behind him, and the footsteps stopped immediately.

"Is it an illusion?" He tried to walk as gently as possible to prevent himself from making any noise.

Suddenly there was no longer that hairy feeling before.

Arriving at the counter, Garen began to inspect the exhibits one by one.

Priceless jewelry, some exquisite copperware, old and vicissitudes of ancient metal boxes, and the latest silver pocket watch. Various rare exhibits are placed on the counter.

Gallon glanced directly at these useless valuables, his eyes wandering, but he first discovered the list of exhibits at regular intervals on the wall.

The counter number of each collection is clearly recorded on the list.

Garen glanced at the list and found the counter for the Su Neng Crown: No. 28.

He walked to the intact counter and looked at the numbers above. They were all between 270 and 350.

"28"

Garen walked along the counter to the front.

I quickly found Counter 28, which was mostly melted.

The crystal glass was smoked black. He put his five fingers on the counter surface and applied slight pressure, and his fingertips immediately sunk deep into it.

With a click, a large piece of coke mixture was dug out directly by Galleon.

It was empty inside, but it was not completely burned.

Garen reached in and touched it, grabbed something like a crown, and pulled it out.

A pure silver crown was immediately grasped in his hand. The crown had no trace of color, it was completely white and silver, with only a water-red rhombus crystal inlaid in the middle. Simple and elegant, but with a hint of refinement and neatness.

The gem is only the size of a fingernail, crystal clear and extremely pure. Not a trace of defects or impurities.

Garen picked up the crown and carefully examined the red crystal in the middle.

"The biggest feature of zebra crystal is that when it is pressed by external forces, its interior will naturally show fine patterns."

Garen's finger lightly pressed on the red crystal stage.

Suddenly, fine mesh patterns appeared on it, like countless spots, clearly visible.

"This is it."

He put the crown directly into his pocket.

Then I started searching for exhibits that I might need at other counters according to the list.

Most of the exhibits inside many burned counters were not destroyed, but the outside of the counters was burnt and melted, making it difficult to take them out. Only a few were actually completely burned.

In order to prevent the exhibits inside from being damaged, Garen was extremely careful and laborious in every move he made.

Time passed by minute by minute. The sky outside is getting darker and darker.

Garen reached out and groped into a charred counter.

boom! boom!

Suddenly there was a violent vibration outside, and the ground shook violently. It seemed like the footsteps of something huge.

"what?"

Garen retracted his hand and put a piece of black crystal in his hand into his pocket.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang! !

The sound of footsteps came again, the ground shook violently, and a large amount of dust continued to fall from the ceiling of the museum.