The white sunlight shone down and fell on the hexagonal city, plating most of the ruins with a layer of white.
In the empty city, on the abandoned streets, a blonde man in a gray robe walked slowly. He looked around from time to time, stepping over piles of construction garbage that blocked the road, and some inexplicable deep holes in the ground. The deep holes were like white pockmarks that could be seen everywhere on the city streets.
On both sides of the street were grayish-white houses and shops, and occasionally there was a multi-story hotel-like building with damaged stone sculptures on both sides of the eaves.
The doors and windows of all the buildings were dark holes, and cold wind kept coming out.
The blonde man stepped on the ground with his leather boots, and the fine stones were crushed, making a crisp cracking sound.
He walked alone on the street, his eyes moving quickly from left to right, but the pupils in his eyes were not focused at all.
After walking for a distance, the man crossed two blocks and walked onto a grayish-white stone arch bridge.
The fence on the right side of the bridge was broken by something, and only a small part of it remained. Below was a dry riverbed, and the black bottom of the river was covered with fine grass.
"I didn't find a single survivor?" The man walked slowly on the arch bridge, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
After he separated from the others, he went to the museum alone to get what he wanted — the striped crystal. He thought that he would meet a few monsters, but he didn't expect to not see a single one.
"Garon! Boom … Boom … Buzz … "Suddenly, Angel's shouts and echoes came from afar.
Garon looked to the left, and far away on the riverbank, Angel and Vicky were walking along the riverbank. Both of them were wearing bright red leather armor, and looked like two very clear red dots.
The shouts echoed in the empty city, and there were echoes.
"Did you find anything … Eh … Eh …?" Angel's voice came from afar.
Garon raised his hand and waved it left and right, indicating that he didn't.
Angel seemed to feel that shouting like this could easily attract monsters, so she stopped shouting. Instead, she used her hand to point in the direction of the riverbank. She meant that she was going there.
Garon understood what she meant, and pointed in his direction.
The two of them greeted each other and continued to move forward.
After crossing the stone bridge, there was a gloomy street in front of them. The cold wind blew some of the leaves on the ground, causing them to roll and make hissing sounds.
There was a row of withered sycamore trees on the side of the street. Few leaves could be seen, and only some withered leaves were left on the ground.
Garon walked forward slowly. He seemed to be moving slowly, but in reality, every step he took covered a large distance. He was running at the same speed as an ordinary person.
He scanned his surroundings. Both sides of the street were mostly clothing stores and jewelry stores. Many women's clothes and jewelry were displayed inside. Some of the clothes racks had collapsed, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the luxurious fabrics.
A bronze statue appeared in the middle of the road in front of him. It was carved in the posture of a child peeing, and below it was a circular pool for collecting water. The pool had completely dried up. Many yellow parasol leaves had accumulated at the bottom of the dried up gray pool.
Garon walked to the side of the pool and reached out to pick up a parasol leaf. The yellow leaf was like a yellow claw that curled upwards.
With a gentle pinch, the leaf immediately rustled and shattered into many paper-like pieces.
Garon put his hand to his nose and sniffed lightly. A dry and dehydrated smell immediately entered his nostrils.
"What made so many people in this city leave? There are no traces of monsters. But the collapse of the watchtower outside shows that there was definitely a battle here. "
He threw away the fragments in his hand in confusion and walked past the pool of sculptures.
After passing through this street, a large square full of withered leaves appeared in front of Garon on the right.
The square was oval in shape. There were three different stone statues in the middle. They were three unicorns with sharp horns on their foreheads. They were in the posture of raising their hooves and neighing. There were faint cracks on their snow-white bodies.
Long flowerbeds were built on the side of the square as a border. There were no colorful flowers inside except for black soil.
Garon looked across the square. A little further ahead, he saw some foggy rectangular buildings.
It looked like a simple rectangular white box. Around the building, there was a black stone pillar erected at intervals. There seemed to be some kind of pattern engraved on it.
Garon quickened his pace and walked towards the building.
Walking to the front of the building, there was a triangular fountain in front of the door. It had long dried up. Peng Quan divided the path into left and right, forming an eye shape. Outside the path were two bronze statues of people. They were the same: a young man holding a book. He seemed to be leading something. He turned his head and looked behind him as he strode forward.
Garon walked around the fountain from the left. He walked to the front of the statue and gently touched it.
The temperature was very low and cold, like ice. The texture was a little rough and hard.
He looked at his fingers. There was a thin layer of black dust on them.
He looked up at the sunlight. Garon suddenly realized that the light in the sky seemed to be a little dim. The little bit of warmth that shone on his body earlier was now gone. Instead, it was replaced by a faint chilly breeze.
Garon frowned and took out the pocket watch in his pocket. On the brass watch, the hour hand pointed to the position of 1.
"1: 20 in the afternoon. It's cold at this time?" He put away the pocket watch and tightened his gray robe. He strode towards the door of the museum.
Outside the museum was a black iron wooden door. The door was as tall as two people. The golden keyhole in the middle looked very classy. There were two silver chains hanging outside the door. They seemed to be binding the door.
Garon lifted the chain and rubbed it gently with his fingers.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the chain broke into two.
Pulling the chain apart, Garon pressed his palm on the keyhole. Without a sound, he pushed it gently.
The keyhole was pushed inside and fell to the ground with a clang.
The door was slowly pushed open and opened to both sides.
It was empty inside. There was a lot of black dust on the ground. There were also many traces of smoke on the walls. Many places were melted. Some of the metal cabinets were stuck together with the charcoal. It was so dark that it was impossible to tell who was who.
"This is going to be troublesome …" Garon frowned.
He looked straight ahead.
The entire museum could be seen at a glance. The front and the middle were all charred black. Only the back seemed to have a display counter that was still intact. These counters were spherical in shape and were separated by transparent crystal glass. There were glass shards scattered around on the ground. It was very messy.
Garon walked quickly through the charred area and walked to the last section of the display counter.
The empty museum echoed with his footsteps. The echo reverberated through space, as if there was another person walking behind Garon.
He narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered what happened to Lei Lan last night. His mood instantly became gloomy. There seemed to be another set of footsteps echoing in the echo. The sound was slightly weaker, and it was following behind him. It seemed to be very close to him, following closely behind him.
Garon turned around abruptly and stopped in his tracks.
There was nothing behind him. The footsteps also stopped.
"Was it an illusion?" He tried his best to walk lightly so that he wouldn't make a sound.
Suddenly, he didn't feel that creepy anymore.
Coming to the counter, Garon began to inspect the exhibits inside one by one.
Priceless jewels, some exquisite bronze wares, ancient metal boxes, the latest silver pocket watches. All kinds of rare exhibits were placed in the counter.
Garon skimmed past these useless and valuable items. His eyes wandered around. The first thing he saw was a list of exhibits that were placed at intervals on the wall.
The list clearly recorded the counter number of each exhibit.
Garon glanced at the list and found the counter for the Prime Crown: number 28.
He walked to the counter that was still intact and looked at the numbers on it. They were all between 270 and 350.
“28....”
Garon followed the counter and walked to the front.
Soon, he found counter number 28, which was mostly melted.
The crystal glass was blackened by the smoke. He put his fingers on the surface of the counter and pressed lightly. Instantly, his fingertips sank deep into it.
With a crack, Garon dug out a large piece of charcoal mixture.
It was empty inside. It wasn't completely burned.
Garon reached in and felt around. He grabbed something that looked like a crown and pulled it out.
A pure silver crown was instantly in his hand. The crown was completely white without any impurities. Only a red diamond-shaped crystal was inlaid in the middle. It was simple and grand, but there was a hint of delicacy and neatness.
The gem was only the size of a fingernail. It was crystal clear and pure. There wasn't a single flaw or impurity.
Garon picked up the crown and carefully inspected the red crystal in the middle.
"The biggest characteristic of a striped crystal is that when it's subjected to external pressure, fine stripes will naturally appear inside."
Garon pressed his finger lightly on the red crystal counter.
Instantly, fine net-like patterns appeared on it. They were like countless stripes, clearly visible.
"This is it."
He directly put the crown into his pocket.
Then, he started to search the other counters for exhibits that he might need according to the list.
There were many burnt counters. Most of the exhibits inside were not destroyed. It was just that the outside of the counter was melted. It was more troublesome to take them out. There were only a few that were completely burned.
In order to prevent the exhibits inside from being destroyed, Garon's every move was extremely careful. It was very laborious.
Time passed by minute by minute. The sky outside was getting darker and darker.
Garen reached his hand into a charred counter and fumbled around.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, there was a violent tremor outside. The ground shook violently. It seemed to be the footsteps of a huge creature.
"What is it?"
Garon retracted his hand and put a piece of black crystal in his pocket.
Bang bang! Bang bang bang!!
The footsteps came again. The ground shook violently. Large amounts of dust kept falling from the museum's ceiling.
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