Roland slammed the door shut and took two deep breaths.
The snowflakes on his body 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 storeroom and looked out. The outer wall was smooth and tidy, with no trace of a door or repair.
In other words, when this apartment building was "built", the door was also embedded in the wall, and not installed later.
So... is this only room 0825 has such an iron door, or does every apartment have the same iron door?
If other rooms also have doors that lead to different spaces, what will they show?
This idea made Roland even more excited.
He returned to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet for a set of winter clothes to put on. The shriveled down jacket was obviously shedding badly, and the knitted scarf was split. However, he didn't have a better choice at the moment.
After putting on these winter clothes in midsummer, Roland suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by a stove. His sweat kept gushing out, and his body temperature rose sharply.
When he came to the iron door again, he kicked off his flip-flops, put on a pair of green leather shoes, and directly pushed the door open.
The biting cold wind immediately poured into his body through the gaps of his collar and cuffs. Together with the sweat that flowed out from before, he felt extremely sour. Under the combination of cold and heat, he could not help but sneeze several times.
"Wait, if I keep this door open, won't I have an air-conditioner in my house that doesn't consume electricity?"
He wondered what Zero would think if she saw this scene.
Roland rubbed his nose and looked back. The opening of the door seemed to be connected to a basement half-buried in the soil slope. There were many similar low storehouses around, which were obviously built by farmers or merchants living outside the city, usually to store grain, ale, or other sundries. However, there was no one stationed around, and this camp seemed to be abandoned.
And the scene that amazed him was hundreds of meters behind the soil slope.
The world in front of him had a clear boundary.
At the end of his field of vision, the slope covered with snow had been cut off in the middle. Broken rocks were floating in the air as if there was no gravity. Further away was a chaotic whirlwind and endless darkness. Occasionally, a crimson bolt of Lightning would flash across and illuminate the border area. Even so, the darkness was bottomless.
Although this scene was terrifying, it was incomparably magnificent. If one had to describe it, it was like a lone island floating in the void. The border extended along the mountains until it disappeared in the wind and snow. There was no doubt that such a border also existed on the other side of the Holy City, but it was too far away for him to see it for the time being.
Is this Zero's remaining memory fragment?
Roland did not dare to go to the border to see what was going on. Whether it was the wind that tore the rocks apart or the Lightning that cut through the sky, they all revealed a dangerous aura. He did not go to the Holy City immediately. From here, it would take at least half an hour to reach the city. If he walked in the snow that was up to his ankles, it would only be slower. He should be more prepared.
After that, Roland walked around the outskirts of the camp.
Whether it was the basement, the houses, or the tents, there was no vitality in the whole camp area. All the residents seemed to have disappeared.
This place was somewhat like a battlefield of souls, just with the memory as the background stage.
According to this deduction, the Holy City should also be empty.
Although there was no trace of life activity, everything in the warehouse was still there, and it seemed to be frozen at the moment when the memory was stripped away.
For example, the grapes in Roland's hand.
He found them in a small basement next door. The iron lock on the door could not stop him at all, so he went back to the house to find a wrench and directly twisted the door bolt. There were a lot of food stored in it, such as pickled jerky, fish slices, wheat... and half a box of grapes.
They looked very fresh, probably from the old Holy City below the plateau. When he picked one and put it in his mouth, he could still feel its cold sweetness.
The biggest harvest came from a small iron box in a secret compartment in the basement. It was not that he was careful enough, but the secret compartment hidden in the wall was in a state of open, and there was even a burning oil lamp on the side, as if someone had just disappeared without a trace when storing something, leaving only the lattice that was not closed and half of the iron box exposed.
There were more than ten Golden Dragon and a few clear gems in the box, which were obviously of high quality. Roland did not hesitate to put them into his pocket.
After confirming that the things in the memory could be brought into the apartment, he immediately got busy.
After tossing and turning in the snow for nearly two hours, Roland moved the valuable things into the house bit by bit, including a lot of food and a small amount of military equipment, such as iron armor, daggers, and light crossbows. The former could save food expenses, and the latter could probably be sold online.
Only when the storeroom was filled to the brim did he reluctantly lock the iron door.
This feeling of picking up junk was simply amazing.
When he thought of the whole Holy City for him to plunder, he could not help but want to laugh out loud.
Not to mention living expenses, it would not be a problem to become rich overnight.
Roland took off his clothes, panting. When he was about to drink some water, a strong sense of dizziness suddenly came over him.
What happened? He staggered two steps, but before he reached the coffee table, he felt his vision turned upside down, and then there was a bang, and darkness enveloped him.
...
When he woke up again, Roland found himself lying on the bed in his bedroom, sore all over, as if he had experienced a marathon.
The city outside the blinds was covered by the night sky, and it was obvious that he had slept for more than one or two hours.
Probably because he was too tired and had a heatstroke caused by the alternating cold and heat, he thought to himself that he should have taken a nap before going.
But to his surprise, he did not feel weak at the moment. Instead, apart from the soreness, he was full of energy, as if there was a hot current constantly circulating in his body. Everywhere it went, his sense of touch became extremely sensitive.
At this moment, Roland felt a small breath coming from beside his pillow.
He slightly tilted his head and saw Zero lying beside him.
She was holding a wet towel in her hand, and half of her face was illuminated by the moonlight. Her thin eyelashes trembled slightly, and her back rose and fell slowly along with her breath.
Probably because the room was too stuffy, her dress was soaked in sweat, and her arms were also covered with fine beads of sweat. At the same time, there was a unique sour smell of sweat.
Obviously, the little girl had dragged him from the living room to the bedroom, and at the same time, she had done the most basic cooling treatment. He smacked his lips, and there was still a lingering taste of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water in his mouth.
"How did she get the medicine in?"
Looking at Zero's defenseless sleeping posture, Roland shook his head helplessly. He quietly sat up, carried her to the bed, and quietly returned to the living room. Since she cared so much about the cleanliness of the room, she would definitely not be willing to sleep without a bath. He might as well throw her on his bed and wipe the mat tomorrow.
Anyway, it was dirty enough on the bed.
Lying on the sofa, he found that the soreness was fading little by little, and the hot current in his body was becoming more and more obvious.
Roland realized that it was not an illusion.
It was something indescribable.
He touched his trouser pocket, took out a Golden Dragon from the memory fragment, and held it in his palm.
The hot current condensed in his palm according to his will.
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