339 Relic

◎After watching it, I can't help but want to go crazy◎

For the first time in eighty years, the entire federation was hit by a sandstorm. No matter where you were, you could see the yellow sand as long as you looked up. It had lasted for seven days with no sign of dissipating.

The sandstorm spread downward from the northern region, dumbfounded the weather forecast experts who had always been unreliable. Their previous research models showed that it should be the rainy season in the northern region, but less than a month after the rain, the sandstorm moved south.

The dust storm covered an area far wider than expected, reaching the southernmost wall of the Federation and was said to be continuing to move south.

Perhaps the entire world has been covered in yellow sand, and the cause of this formation is unknown. Some experts speculate that it is due to a sudden change in the landform environment outside the wall, but there is no evidence. Others say that global pollution is about to come.

Unable to determine whether the yellow sand carries pollution, some areas have chosen to temporarily close the Iron Dome. Looking down from above, the human survivor base has no lights shining through, and it looks as fragile as a tightly closed snail shell.

The kingdom of God suspended in mid-air is originally a closed structure, and the transparent protective shield above it is always open.

An atmosphere of unease was spreading among the first-class citizens, but they still lived a regular and comfortable life, except that they had more topics to talk about when they took simulated sunbathing and attended cocktail parties.

"The weather has been terrible lately."

"Yes, I heard that if you're exposed directly to the yellow sand, your mouth will be filled with sand, and your nose and mouth will be filled with dirt."

They looked up while holding their coffee cups. The weather forecast data was not intuitive to them. The orange-yellow sky looked more like a "sky wallpaper", a seasonal edition at that.

Some people even thought that such a sky was beautiful and held a small party, inviting painting enthusiasts to come and create.

"It is said that before the advent of global pollution, there was a world-famous painting called "The Scream." The background of its creation was because after a volcanic eruption, volcanic ash spread and the clouds were dyed blood red. Do you think it looks like today?" The man looked up at the sky, holding a bottle of new hallucinogen in his hand.

"Very similar, so beautiful..."

Lu Yuan was sitting among this group of people. At first she thought that the man sitting in front of her who was talking was just joking, but she didn't expect that he was serious and arrogantly thought that he could create excellent works of art.

Lu Yuan thought to herself that the man had taken so-called safe hallucinogens, which had damaged his brain, and still thought he was an artist.

Lu Yuan attended this party just because she was bored. Lu Yao grabbed her wrist last time, and Lu Yuan had a premonition that her contact with Zhu Ning was unsafe. She made preparations in advance and implanted a self-destruct program.

During the stalemate between her and Lu Yao, she handed over the secondary brain only after all the data was deleted.

There was nothing in the secondary brain except some ordinary data records. Lu Yuan found a reason to get angry, and Lu Yao put on a stern face and apologized to her. Both of them were acting, and they were acting very seriously.

In the end, Lu Yao temporarily took away the secondary brain on the pretext of repairing it.

She lost her overt means of communication, but Lu Yao also relaxed his surveillance accordingly. Everything has its limits, and forcing people too hard will lead to extreme choices.

Lu Yuan searched through the belongings left by her mother, but found nothing. Lu Yao's attention was also distracted by other things, and the sandstorm became more and more severe.

Lu Yuan heard that the news came from the north and wondered if Zhu Ning was safe.

Lu Yuan attended this party because she had nothing to do, and secondly, Liu Yu was a member of the painting association, which seemed to be her mother's hobby?

Lu Yuan felt that everything was boring. She had not made any progress in such a long time.

Unconsciously, her brushstrokes became heavier and heavier, and she didn't even know what she was drawing. When she came to her senses, there was someone standing behind her.

The man's shadow was cast on the drawing board, as if covering her from behind, which was the posture she hated the most.

"You draw very well." Standing behind him was a woman in a goose yellow dress, speaking in a soft voice.

Lu Yuan quickly recalled her memory. This person should be called Liao Xianglin. Lu Yuan remembered that her family was not very powerful and lived in a corner of the Kingdom of God. She was the kind of person that Lu Yao particularly looked down upon, and there was no need to waste time socializing with her.

"I'm just lucky. I happened to catch up with the relaxation of citizen class classification, otherwise I would be like a pariah." These were Lu Yao's exact words.

Lu Yuan didn't quite agree with Lu Yao's point of view. It wasn't enough to divide citizens into different classes. First-class citizens also needed to be divided. Lu Yuan stood up and greeted her politely, "Hello, Aunt Liao."

Liao Xianglin smiled gently. She seemed to admire Lu Yuan's painting very much and couldn't help but comment, "It looks just like your mother's."

Lu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then she looked carefully at what she had drawn. At first glance, the picture looked pitch black, which made people feel depressed. The subject was a bird. She didn't think about what she was drawing when she was drawing, but because it was black and white, it looked like a crow.

Liao Xianglin seemed to like this very much, or he felt some emotions in the painting and appreciated it very attentively.

Lu Yuan asked, "Does Aunt Liao know Mom?"

Liu Yu played the role of aristocratic lady very attentively and often participated in social activities, unlike Lu Yuan who always ran to polluted areas. Liu Yu died too early, and Lu Yuan didn't even know if she had any good friends.

Liao Xianglin thought of the past and smiled gently, "We were quite close for a while. She often came to my house to play, but your family was very strict and she couldn't stay overnight."

Liao Xianglin's expression was very childish when she said this, as if she was talking casually about a night out with her best friends.

Is this Aunt Liao my mother's best friend? Lu Yuan recalled carefully that Liu Yu's funeral was not open to the public, and no outsiders came to pay their respects. It seemed to have passed without a care in the world.

A person who was deliberately hidden, even her social relationships were hidden when she died. No one knew her close friends, and no one knew what kind of person Liu Yu was.

Lu Yuan initially searched for clues to find things related to Liu Yu. Over time, she became addicted to it because any clue would make her happy.

Liao Xianglin was afraid that Lu Yuan would misunderstand that he was trying to establish a relationship with her, "It's okay, it's okay, you continue painting, I won't disturb you."

"Aunt Liao."

Liao Xianglin wanted to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Lu Yuan, who asked, "Can I be your friend?"

Lu Yuan's brown pupils were so beautiful. Against the backdrop of the yellow sandy sky, they looked like a pair of blood-red pupils, and they were sharp no matter how they were covered.

Liao Xianglin thought again, they look so alike, it’s as if Liu Yu is standing in front of him.

Liu Yu was the same back then. She looked at me intently and said something very childish, but her tone was very formal. Can I be friends with you?

Liao Xianglin couldn't help but nod and agreed without thinking.

Lu Yuan and Liao Xianglin gradually became familiar with each other, and she carried her painting bag to parties every day. Lu Yao was of course happy, because his sister finally stopped being obsessed with her mother's death and was getting into the aristocratic circle. Painting was a completely harmless activity.

Lu Yuan and Liao Xianglin were naturally seated together, and afterward they even had dessert in a private room, like a pair of ordinary best friends. Lu Yuan took the initiative to get close to her, and since she was pretty and sweet-talking, Liao Xianglin was often amused.

On the fifteenth day of the dust storm, Lu Yuan attended another gathering. After finishing painting, she chatted with Liao Xianglin in a private room. Liao Xianglin took out a gift box and said, "Auntie gave you this gift."

She seemed a little embarrassed. Lu Yuan had everything she needed, but Liao Xianglin's family didn't have anything she could afford. Besides, there was a generation gap between them, and she was afraid that the girl wouldn't like it.

Lu Yuan opened the gift box and found a yellowed picture album inside. She was stunned for a moment and vaguely realized something.

Liao Xianglin: "Your mother left this album with me. She came to my house to paint and forgot it. I never had the chance to return it to her."

"Later, I just heard that she died. It seems that she didn't even have a funeral."

Liao Xianglin knew that Lu Yuan missed her mother, so he went home and searched for things related to Liu Yu for a long time. He found this picture album in the attic and thought that Lu Yuan would be very happy to see it.

But this picture album was a bit strange. Liao Xianglin originally wanted to open it and take a look, but he always felt it was creepy. Even if he put it under the bed, he felt like a pair of eyes were staring at him from under the bed.

Liao Xianglin would feel anxious when he saw the picture album at night, and his back would feel inexplicably cold, and his body would be cold when he slept.

Because it is a relic, it is not a good idea to throw it away randomly to avoid retribution. She should send it back to the Lu family. However, she dare not deal with the Lu family. To be honest, the Lu family is too crazy.

Liao Xianglin had a strong intuition that if he rashly contacted the head of the Lu family, he would surely die.

In the end, she hid in the attic of her hometown. In fact, she didn't know how to deal with it until she met Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan seemed shocked, her voice was very dry, "Thank you, Aunt Liao."

Liao Xianglin: "No thanks, no thanks. This is originally yours."

Liao Xianglin felt like she was throwing away a hot potato. This thing was a bit weird. She was very nervous holding it all the way, as if someone was strangling her neck. Now she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Yuan couldn't hear what Liao Xianglin was saying, and she felt a little dazed. She tightened her fingers around the album. These were Liu Yu's paintings. The Lu family had intentionally destroyed her belongings, and everything Lu Yuan could see had been screened.

And this is a strange relic that has never been screened.

…

District 103.

Because of the sandstorm, the steel dome was closed again, making people think of the doomsday that has not yet come.

Because the cleaning center is so close to the sky, you can hear the crackling sound of sand hitting steel from the top floor.

Huo Wenxi has received Zhu Ning's message. She verbally described her findings in Fengyu Village and sent electronic data. Some other biological samples will be sent to the nearest supply station and then given to Huo Wenxi when they return to the wall.

Zhu Ning still underestimated the value of this information. Several outside research scholars that Huo Wenxi trusted were going crazy and couldn't wait to see the biological samples. They held several meetings overnight.

The theory of unified pollution sources outside the wall really exists.

For any researcher outside the Great Firewall, proving this proposition would not only bring their academic career to its peak, but they could even become the savior of the polluted world.

Huo Wenxi did not suppress the news, but released it instead. Firstly, she did not think it was good to keep this kind of problem in her hands, and it would be better for everyone with brains to study it.

No matter what position people hold, they can all put forward their own opinions, and now the research community outside the wall is in a state of excitement.

Second, she really wanted to know other people’s reactions, such as what Prometheus thought and what reactions would be triggered?

Huo Wenxi is very patient. Like an old hunter, she can judge the true situation based on the reactions of other camps.

What Huo Wenxi still needs to investigate is Chen Qihang. He already has a specific idea for this matter and can directly hand it over to Zhuang Lin to handle.

Huo Wenxi stared out the window. The lighting system of the Steel Dome was turned on, and the simulated sky wallpaper was blue sky and white clouds, ensuring normal "sunrise and sunset" during this special period to prevent everyone from feeling uneasy.

What caused this dust storm? Is a global pollution crisis really coming?

It is five o'clock in the morning. Huo Wenxi has not slept all night. Today is the seventeenth day of the dust storm. She received news from Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan hasn't contacted her for a long time. Huo Wenxi guessed that under the surveillance of the Lu family, it would become increasingly difficult to contact her in the future.

Lu Yuan did not call her, but just sent her an email. Huo Wenxi checked and found that the account was immediately cancelled and deleted, so she couldn't even reply.

It's really burned after reading.

Lu Yuan's message contained no text, only pictures. To be more precise, they were sketches taken by the deputy brain. There were shadows at certain angles, and the shooting was very hasty, so some angles were crooked.

Because the album had been put away for some time and had not been properly preserved, the paintings appeared very blurry. Huo Wenxi flipped through the pictures one by one. The paintings were a bit weird, with messy lines. Some of the pictures could barely be identified. Was this an eagle?

The remaining pictures don't even have any specific themes. They look like a mental patient venting, and the impact can be felt through the screen.

The painting technique is average, but the emotions are extremely strong, making people feel a little uncomfortable when looking at it.

Lu Yuan would not send her any inexplicable messages. Huo Wenxi was the transit station for communication between Lu Yuan and Zhu Ning. Zhu Ning's mailing address often changed. She probably wanted Huo Wenxi to hand it over to Zhu Ning.

Will this be useful to Zhu Ning?

Huo Wenxi continued browsing. She had no artistic accomplishments, but she had a strong intuition.

Her fingers stopped. The painting was very "violent", with the sea occupying more of the picture. The waves were twisted and winding, just like the painter's messy heart.

There is a small lighthouse in the upper right corner of the picture, emitting extremely weak light, as if the whole world is about to be swallowed by darkness, leaving only a corner of the lighthouse.

What is this place?

There were nineteen pictures in the album, with only the last one left. Huo Wenxi did not open it immediately, but instead lit a cigarette and thought quietly in the rising smoke. He calmed down before continuing. The last picture was even more messy. When Huo Wenxi saw it, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, splashing faint sparks.

The demon's eye trembled, and the tentacles in the eye socket squirmed, causing the brain nerves to ache slightly.

Huo Wenxi's breath was choked, his whole body was cold, and he actually felt panic.

It was as if the sky was watching this scene with her eyes. She looked at the painting, and the unknown existence was also looking at her.

There were only complicated lines in the painting. At first glance, there was no clue at all, and it was even impossible to look closely at the specific lines. Huo Wenxi was strangled by a strong fear. This was the work of a madman. After seeing it, one couldn't help but want to go crazy.

A desire ignited in Huo Wenxi's heart. There seemed to be some pattern between the complicated lines. An unknown road seemed to appear before him, extending to a certain point outside the north wall.

Go there, it said.

The author has something to say:

The inspiration for "The Scream" came from the 1883 eruption of Katoka Volcano in the Sunda Strait of Indonesia, which dyed the sky red with volcanic ash. The painting is set on Mount Ökeberg, overlooking the Oslo Fjord. The artist once described, "One day, I was walking with two friends on a path, with the city on one side and the fjord on the other. The sun was setting, and the clouds were dyed red, like blood. I felt a piercing scream echo through the sky and earth. I seemed to hear that scream, those blood-red clouds, those colors screaming, nature's violent and endless cry." Hence the title "The Scream," also known as "The Scream." — From the internet.

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