This... in such an eerie silence, the first thought that flashed through Derrick Berg's mind after he came to his senses was to save people.

However, the two guards who sandwiched him in the middle did not react at all, as if everything that had just happened was just his hallucination.

"Someone is calling for help over there." The young man Derrick reminded the two Dawn Knights.

The tall knight in silver full-body armor walking on his left responded calmly:

“Don’t be fooled.”

"That's just the normal behavior of some extraordinary people who are on the verge of losing control."

Really? Maybe he just didn’t want to give up and lost control and turned into a monster, so he screamed for help… Derrick thought with a little sadness.

As his mood changed, the phantom buzzing sound in his ears became more obvious.

After walking a few steps forward in silence, the Dawn Knight pointed to a door on the left and said:

"You will live here during this time. We will deliver food and medicine on time."

As he spoke, he took out a small iron-black bottle.

This bottle is woven from the remnants of straw from the black grass, the staple food of Silver City. When it comes into contact with water, a thin film will form, thus achieving the effect of waterproof sealing.

Derrick took the bottle of potion and gulped it down. He felt a cool breeze sliding down his esophagus and into his stomach.

He quickly became calm, the shaking scene in front of his eyes returned to stability, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually weakened.

Bang!

With the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Derrick entered the room that belonged to him.

The first thing he saw was a flickering candle, and then he could make out the low bed, the chairs, and the square table.

Apart from this, there is nothing else, but the surrounding walls, including the door, are painted with complex and mysterious symbols and signs, which seem to form a complete seal.

Derrick's emotions were also suppressed by the potion. He sat down without any curiosity and lay down on the bed.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a loud banging on the door, but this did not come from outside his room, but from next door.

Derrick turned over and sat up, listening carefully, and heard a thin, sharp, mournful sob amid the sound of the collision.

His hair stood on end and he stood up suddenly, assuming a very defensive posture.

At this moment, the sound of "bang bang bang" spread to the metal wall separating the two rooms, creating one bulge after another that slowly deflated.

Derrick was about to pray for holy light when his eyes suddenly lit up. It seemed that the space he was in was moved to the outside world, and lightning flashed across the sky.

The sound of smashing the wall next door suddenly disappeared, and the bottom of the round tower returned to silence.

This is not absolute silence, but the silence in which the sound of slight footsteps can be heard far away and echo for a long time.

Derrick was wondering what happened to the Beyonder next door when someone knocked on the metal wall on the other side.

Knock knock knock!

It was as if someone was bending their fingers and tapping gently.

"Who?" Derrick raised his voice and asked with a hint of fear.

The knocking sound stopped immediately, and after a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice came vaguely:

"It turned out to be a young fellow."

“Who are you?” Seeing that the other party could communicate rationally, Derrick moved closer to the wall and put his ear against the cold metal.

The old voice laughed and said:

"The guy next to you almost lost control several times, and today he was finally unable to be saved."

Is he completely out of control? Derrick asked through the metal wall:

"So he's a monster now?"

"No, it's not a monster, it's a corpse. It has been killed by the object that sealed this place." The old voice sighed, "I have been here for forty-two years. Well, the guards told me that I have seen too many similar things."

Derrick asked in surprise:

"You've been here for forty-two years?"

Normally, loss of control can be divided into three stages. The first is the appearance of precursors, such as auditory and visual hallucinations. The second is that the body and mind are already somewhat out of control, and from time to time they will show either a terrible or weird state. The third is a complete collapse, degenerating into a terrifying monster.

Among them, the transition from the second stage to the third stage is quite fast. Perhaps as soon as one discovers something, one will witness a seemingly normal Beyonder turning into a monster in the depths of darkness.

That is to say, after the extraordinary people in the second stage were sent to the bottom of the round tower, they would either be treated with medicines, rituals, etc., gradually stabilized and leave here within a year or so, or they would quickly go out of control and be cleared and purified. It was impossible for anyone to be imprisoned here for forty-two years.

For the extraordinary people in the first stage, it may only take a few days or even a dozen days to eliminate the precursors and recover.

The old voice suddenly laughed:

"Yeah, I didn't expect that I would stay here for forty-two years."

"I showed no signs of losing control, yet they thought I was dangerous and could turn into a monster at any time."

Derrick frowned slightly and asked curiously:

"What on earth happened forty-two years ago?"

At that time, his parents were not yet born.

The old voice was silent for a moment and then said:

"I was once the leader of an exploration team."

"We found a destroyed city half a month away from Silver City. Ha, this is calculated based on our speed."

"That city is similar to our Silver City. It clearly has traces of being ruled by giants, and they believe in the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God."

"Unfortunately, they were destroyed, destroyed who knows how many years ago."

Derrick was no stranger to similar things, and he immediately guessed:

"You encountered some strange things there, so you were considered to be in danger of losing control at any time?"

"Almost." The old voice chuckled, "After we explored the core area, we found that the city was trying to change its beliefs and created some gods that they imagined could save them. However, it was useless. Even the statues of those gods were destroyed and scattered all over the ground."

At this point, his tone suddenly became solemn:

"But, but, we met someone there."

"This is the first living person that we, Silver City, have met in more than two thousand years who does not belong to our city-state!"

"Outside the City of Silver, in the endless darkness, there are really people alive!"

Derrick asked subconsciously:

"You brought him back to Silver City?"

The old voice spoke after two seconds:

"Don't you feel the vibration?"

"We in Silver City have been working hard to explore the surrounding area in order to find humans like us. Forty-two years ago, we finally found them!"

This is indeed quite shocking news. But, but I often see Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man and others, and often hear about the Kingdom of Loen and the Seven Righteous Gods. There are people, city-states, and kingdoms outside the City of Silver. Isn't this a very obvious fact? Derrick scratched his head and pretended to be shocked.

"I, I didn't notice that just now."

"It's really incredible. In addition to the residents of Silver City, there are other people!"

"..." The old voice was silent for a long time before saying, "Has the education in Silver City become so bad?"

Without waiting for Derrick to speak, he sighed and said to himself:

"We cautiously invited that person to visit Silver City, and after considering it, he agreed."

"We monitored and escorted him back along the way, but when we were about to reach Silver City, he suddenly disappeared..."

"We searched everywhere but couldn't find him. After returning to Silver City, my team members went crazy one after another and lost control. All of them! All of them!"

"The six-member council suspected that we were all contaminated by something. They suspected that the person was not a human being at all, but an evil spirit or a monster. So, they locked me up here and came to check on me every once in a while, but they never told me what the problem was, and they wouldn't let me out."

Derrick exhaled heavily and said:

"Do you remember what that person looked like?"

“…He looks very ordinary, without any special features, and his clothes are similar to ours. Apart from remembering that he is a male, I can’t remember what he looks like at all… However, the elders should be able to use extraordinary means to see him directly from my vague and forgotten memories.” The old voice recalled for dozens of seconds and said with a little pain.

Derrick asked casually:

"Did he tell you his name? Did he share his background with you?"

The old voice said "hmm":

"He told us his name was ..."

He paused and said:

"Amon."

…………

Sunday morning, factory area.

In the previous two days, Klein and Mike, led by Old Kohler, "visited" many places in the East District.

Mike therefore witnessed what happened when five or six people were crowded in one room, and that was not the worst case scenario.

In the poorest areas of the East District, an ordinary bedroom can even sleep ten people. The reporter was amazed by the precise division of rights such as the floor bed, daytime use rights, and nighttime use rights.

Moreover, poverty does not discriminate between men and women. In those places, people of different genders are inevitably crowded together, and things that are worthy of being brought to court are everywhere. Both men and women are facing the threat of violence at all times.

"...dirty, crowded, and smelly, this is the most intuitive impression...I suspect that every one of them has serious parasites in their bodies...In the most dilapidated neighborhoods, because the houses were built a long time ago and are not connected to the sewers, feces, urine, vomit, etc. are everywhere. There is only one public washroom in each house, or only one public toilet in each street..."

"They are so busy every day that they are extremely exhausted, but can only barely fill their stomachs and have no savings. If they are unemployed for a few days, they will fall into an abyss from which they cannot save themselves... I think that if they are given a little hope, they will not even be afraid of death..." Mike wrote in his investigation manuscript.

In addition, the homeless people who were driven out in the middle of the night and wandered around the streets like zombies, the girls who stood numbly on the street or in the bar, and the drinkers who indulged in alcoholism, did not hesitate to use violence, and did not want to think about the future at all left a very deep impression on the reporter.

He became more and more silent.