"...causing huge losses, and there are currently no casualties. According to the investigation, it can be confirmed that this attack was carried out by "ETA". President Asnaai has issued an order to carry out a comprehensive attack on the organization! Next, we Turn the camera to the reporters at the scene..."

In a certain cafe in Madeni, the TV was broadcasting what happened an hour ago.

A black-haired girl sat in the corner, her blue eyes staring at the content on the TV. At this time, the whispers of the two people next to her reached her ears:

"Did you see the one next to you?"

"I saw it, it's quite beautiful. It seems like it's her first time here?"

"I haven't seen her before, why? I just got dumped by my girlfriend and I'm looking for a new one?"

"Don't talk nonsense like this..."

After watching the TV series broadcast, the girl stood up silently and walked out of the cafe.

After walking through the busy street, she turned into an alley, took out an oil paintbrush, and started tapping on the wall irregularly.

After a few seconds, the bricks of the wall pulled away on their own, revealing a passage just big enough for a person to pass through.

Then the girl walked in.

After a burst of colorful flashes, she appeared on a slightly deserted street.

Most of the houses on the street are full of the style of the last century, but there are ruins and flames everywhere.

The walls on the street are covered with all kinds of graffiti, and there are also some weird "art works" everywhere that reflect some creative emotion.

The girl ignored the slightly crazy and wasteland environment, walked directly to the door of a modern house that was incompatible with the surrounding architectural style, and pressed the doorbell.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, the door was pushed open, and a man with an afro hairstyle appeared in front of her.

---

"Dair? Didn't you go get your phone booth?" Cameron looked at the girl in front of him and said in surprise.

Dair came to his place some time ago, just to purchase materials. He thought that the next time he would see her would be a month later. After all, this guy's madness in making art was obvious to everyone. Although she didn't make many, she still made a lot of them every time. Each one is excellent.

"The phone booth has been finished a long time ago." Dair replied coldly.

"Congratulations, how was the effect? ​​How many people have experienced your artistic emotions?"

"It was blown up with explosives by the GOC two hours ago."

"Uh... GOC is so abominable, I feel deeply saddened." Cameron could only say awkwardly when he heard this.

"There were a lot of people here before, why is it like this now?" Dair asked expressionlessly, with a tone that almost made Cameron think it was a statement rather than a question.

"Oh, the organized Nihilists and Surrealists started fighting. They started with an art competition and then debated there. Later, I don't know who smuggled in a batch of weapons and Molotov cocktails from outside. , and then it became what you see now. There are probably not many intact houses like mine in the entire area." When Cameron explained, he also cursed those people in his heart.

After all, this space is independent of baseline reality and requires a unique key to enter. The GOC and the Foundation will not find it here even if they are disbanded.

They discovered this place through some coincidence around AWCY 1.9.1.3, and then this became the base camp, where everyone evaded pursuit, exchanged materials, discussed art, and developed new members.

There are more than 1,000 places around the world that can quickly reach here. On the contrary, this independent space can also reach more than 1,000 places around the world, making cross-regional communication very convenient.

Back to the topic, no matter how much the disputes and confrontations went before, everyone had a tacit understanding that they would not do anything in this place. Now, as soon as those damn nihilists appear in AWCY, it will cause big problems in this place. Continuously, some time ago, most of the area was reduced to ruins.

Fortunately, AWCY does not have a "core", and most of its members have hidden their identities deeply. They have gone to many unique art venues around the world to take refuge and be unrestrained. They will come back after a while, but this does not mean In the way, he cursed the /nihilist/ist over and over again.

"So I'm going to buy some supplies now." Dair's cold voice brought him back to reality from his brainstorming and recalling thoughts.

"Oh, things are piled up in the backyard, go and see for yourself," Cameron waved his hand carelessly. He and Dair were already familiar with each other, and both sides trusted each other.

"good."

"But, Dair..." Cameron stared into her blue eyes and said:

"I think it's time for you to change your personality and the way you deal with things. You have to be a little more social."

"That's not your concern," she responded.

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