Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 606 One hundred and eighty-three. End
Chapter 606 One hundred and eighty three. End
The waves crashed against the dark reefs, and the tide on the beach gradually faded.
A light color is rising from the dividing line between the land and the deep sea, dispelling the darkness and fog that shrouded the earth all night.
As time goes by, the fog is like a living creature, slowly pulling out the tentacles that probed into the land and retracting into the deep sea.
An ancient ruin on the cliff was then revealed. Although it was eroded by the years, only the marble pillars remained in the ruins hall, but it still maintained an amazing integrity - the huge stone statues in the hall are still intact, as if they have been guarding. this relic.
knock knock --
A soft and oppressive knock sounded on the door.
Tesla woke up from a light sleep.
The dead stillness of the ground is uncomfortable, so that the slightest movement can wake Tesla up.
He slowly got up from the single bed, put on a coat to protect against the low temperature underground, and walked to the door to remove the latch.
"What's the matter?" He asked two figures with oil lamps outside the door, they were the shelter personnel. It's 6:10 now, just before dawn on the ground.
"Mr. Michael Tesla." The man standing in front said politely, "Your application to observe the outside world three days ago was chosen by luck, and we will lead you to the observation port."
"Really..." Tesla nodded, not as excited as he thought.
In fact, when he started to enter the shelter, the anxiety of being away from the ground and his concern for his wife made Tesla really feel anxious. This obsession continued until he sent a letter to Lu Li, and his heart gradually calmed down, or he was familiar with the shelter. the life.
"Wait for me to get dressed."
Tesla covered the wooden door, and after a rustling of clothes came from inside, Tesla appeared at the door in a sanctuary worker uniform.
Although the main body of the shelter is complete, some unplanned construction is still required. For example, it is never too small to store warehouses and build more beautiful buildings - they will live here for a long time, and maybe they can't really get out of the shelter when they get old, so the original humble log cabin can't satisfy their minds.
The Refuge Board allowed this move, even though the mental health of shelter residents as a whole was as important as their physical health.
Tes walked out of his exclusive log cabin, followed the shelter personnel to leave the dark and silent wooden village underground, passed several secret doors integrated with the rocks, passed through a narrow and long cave, and followed the winding upwards. After walking on the stairs for a few minutes, I finally reached a shallow stone cave that was only a dozen meters above the ground.
Maybe it was a psychological effect, but Tesla's depressed mood did improve, and even the air was not as heavy as in the underground shelter.
A brand new metal iron pipe hangs from the top of the cave, and a shelter person walks to the edge to turn the gear, and then signal to Tesla that he can use the periscope.
Tesla leaned in front of the periscope, and in the blurred mirror he saw a narrow, dim view: a corner of a huge stone statue, a stone pillar standing in ruins, and a small shimmering cloud cover.
The scenery that was once tired of seeing and no one cared about is now a privilege that only the lucky and obsessive can enjoy.
After dozens of seconds, Tesla left the periscope and told the shelter personnel next to him: "It's dawn."
They lowered the periscope again, blocked the entrance with deep-sea stones, and returned to the shelter with Tesla.
They separated in the wooden hut village. The shelter personnel went to the underground low hills to wake up the early morning bronze bell, and then lit up a few faint luminous spheres above the ground, but they could pour into every corner of the shelter.
Soon, the wooden villages that were no longer quiet became lively. Hundreds of shelter residents walked out of their log cabins, some in tuxedo evening gowns that looked like they were going to a banquet, others in modest worker uniforms.
At breakfast time, they gathered at the "open air" restaurant on the left front of the wooden house complex to enjoy breakfast - it was said to be a restaurant, but it was actually a long table put together in an open space.
It's just simple oatmeal and brown bread, and the residents who are going to work will also be given two eggs.
Tesla nodded and greeted several familiar residents, and sat down on the edge with a wooden bowl and bread.
In addition to the chatter, the sound of chewing and drinking porridge was also mixed with some daily complaints.
"Why should I suffer this sin? I miss waking up in the morning with the servants and the red wine from Wildo—"
Some of the refugee nobles wearing unconventional dresses complained loudly.
Other residents eat silently, because they can hear it every day and ignore it. But this time, there was finally a mocking counterattack.
"Shut your mouth." A girl in a wheelchair who had just arrived at the restaurant taunted the petty aristocrat who was complaining: "Complaining doesn't make it any better, and it doesn't bring foie gras caviar."
The little aristocrat saw the girl who was talking clearly, muttered something in a low voice, and finally calmed down.
"Lulu, push me to Mr. Tesla." The girl said to the girl wearing thick round glasses and a housekeeper's uniform behind her.
"Good morning Baron Joseph, good morning Miss Lulu." Tesla asked them a question mark.
"Mr. Tesla early." Irene replied, asking what she cared about: "Did Lu Li reply to you?"
"The letter can't be sent here," Tesla replied, stirring the oatmeal.
"I forgot."
After a few more conversations, the shelter personnel came over with a stack of newspapers and distributed them to the shelter residents.
On it is written the things that happened in the past day. There are no secrets to the residents of the shelter, and everything that happens in the outside world will be passed to their ears - after harmless treatment.
The residents who received the newspaper exclaimed constantly, and the restaurant, which had been harmonious, was suddenly shrouded in gloom and gloom.
"What did you write?" Irene asked Lulu who had just taken the newspaper.
"The King City of Ellen suffered a strange invasion, and the ancient gods between eternal sleep and death awakened and dragged them into death, but the ancient gods were also destroyed by the existence above the deep space." Tesla replied for her with a serious expression.
Lulu has already unfolded the newspaper in front of Irene, in addition to what Tesla said, there are also people's praises for the victims and the ancient gods.
【We have to remember that name】
【And them】
…
The ashes quietly dissipated, revealing the ruins of the ruined royal city.
also revealed a line of survivors and a centipede-like monster on the long street in front of the city gate.
Whoa——
The illusory Anna raised her head and saw a torn piece of paper fluttering in the wind and falling into Lu Li's outstretched palm.
【It's called Prada, it is an existence between the real and the illusory slit. It only appears in your imagination when you read this passage. 】
【Have you begun to imagine how well-behaved and friendly it looks? But if you stop imagining, Prada is gone. 】
【Your attention is like a thread, connecting Prada and the real world. 】
【"Please don't forget me..." Prada said helplessly. 】
(end of this chapter)