Chapter 293 Chapter 293
The boy's delicate features were so familiar that Jenny immediately knew his identity the moment she saw him.
As long as the mobile phone is installed with the weird live broadcast software, almost everyone who frequently goes online will know him, even though the young boy is the one with the lowest exposure rate in the Light Organization.
"Mang..." Jenny uttered a word and then immediately shut up.
She didn't know if calling the other person by his name would be considered rude. The Seker Cult regarded the young boy as a god. Although Jenny was not a follower of the Seker Cult, she obviously didn't want to offend a powerful being in this strange and scary place.
"Hello." Jenny was a little at a loss. She moved her fingers slightly and said respectfully, "Nice to meet you."
"Yeah." Mang Tao responded lightly, and turned to look at Folin who was sitting in front of the fireplace.
Flynn was stunned, his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, he looked shocked and speechless, and looked a little stupid.
"You know my friend..."
Before Jenny could finish her words, Mang Tao interrupted her: "Dead."
Jenny: ...Huh?
"There were five people who broke into the restricted area, and two of them died." Mang Tao looked at her expressionlessly, with no emotion in her cold eyes. "One died in his sleep in the tent due to the cold weather, and the other was lured out by a strange person and was trapped in the snow and died."
"Your friend has found her. Unfortunately, he can't face reality." Mang Tao tapped her soft cheeks with her fingers. "He doesn't want to leave his girlfriend, and would rather stay with a corpse in the snow."
Mang Tao's words were like a huge hammer, hitting Jenny's heart. Her legs went limp and she fell to the ground with her eyes wide open.
She had no doubt about the truth of Mangtao's words. He was dead. Her best friend since childhood... was dead?
Jenny fell to the ground, crying bitterly.
Flynn in front of the fireplace also came back to his senses. The man's eyes were slightly red. He wiped his face and shed tears silently.
Although he had anticipated this outcome, Flynn still felt sad when he heard the confirmed news.
Mang Tao watched the two people crying quietly, then he stood up and walked to a wall.
He came here not for Jenny and Flynn, but because the time of time and space overlap is coming to an end, and he came to cancel the anchor and experiment whether he could return to the original world.
"Everything has been stabilized." Mang Tao reminded.
Jenny raised her head, revealing her tear-stained cheeks, and the next second, the earth shook.
Flynn grabbed the cabinet in the corner in panic, but the cabinet was shaking violently and was about to flip over. Flynn dodged it and chose to grab the escalator.
"I know. Are we going back? Back to our original world?" Flynn exclaimed, his heart filled with joy and sadness.
Hannah had told him that they could go home after waiting for the house to return to its original time and space.
He was happy that he could finally leave this damn place, but sad that after one trip, only two of the five people were left.
"Wait? What about Sarah and the others? At least they have to bring the body back, and Tony too!" Jenny asked repeatedly.
"I don't know." Mang Tao lowered his hand from the wall. A small mirror embedded in the wall reflected the boy's cold expression.
"Maybe they will stay in the other world, or maybe they will go back with me. Who knows? This is the first time I have done this kind of experiment." Mang Tao turned and left, saying before disappearing, "It will take about an hour to return to the original world. During this period, you'd better not leave this house."
The violent shaking ended. Flynn looked at the roof with lingering fear. After making sure that there was no problem, he slowly sat down. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the room seemed not as cold as before.
Jenny stood there in silence for half a minute, then turned and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Flynn asked hurriedly.
"Bring Tony back," Jenny said.
If there is not enough time left to bring back Sarah and Paul's bodies, at least Tony is still alive and needs her help.
If Sarah were still alive, she would definitely not want Tony to die.
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Bryce and Hannah sat on the ground, limp. Not far away, a strange corpse lay.
"Ha... the two of us defeated the B-rank monster!" Bryce laughed a few times, "We can brag about this when we get back."
“Just because it says it’s C to B grade doesn’t necessarily mean it’s B,” Hannah said.
Bryce twisted his neck and said, "It's so strong, it must be B!"
If it is C, how to play it?
Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t fought C-level before, so how could it be so difficult to deal with?
"By the way, how long has it been now?" Hannah asked.
Bryce looked up and said, "Who knows? The time and space here are very chaotic, and the perception is also chaotic. We may have been in this building for half an hour, but a day has passed outside."
"One day is impossible. It absolutely cannot be one day." Hannah stood up quickly. "Don't forget what Lord Kret told us. Lord Kret would not have waited for us if we didn't get back to the room within the time limit."
"Oops!" Bryce obviously thought of this possibility, "I don't want to be thrown into a place like this."
Apart from abandoned buildings and garbage, there is only heavy snow and dead trees. There is not even food to be found. If you are left here, you will starve to death.
He still wants to go home and become a priest.
"Then let's go..." Bryce turned around and saw Hannah picking and choosing on the ground, "...Can you please stop picking up trash?"
"No! Give me ten minutes, no, five minutes." Hannah looked upstairs and said, "No, I need thirty minutes."
She still has to check the entire upstairs.
Seeing Hannah running upstairs in a hurry, Bryce hesitated for a moment and chased after her.
He and Hannah are partners, so it's better not to act separately.
There was nothing to see on the second and third floors, just rotten wood fragments and debris. When they reached the fourth floor, Hannah's breathing stopped, including Bryce.
The rooms on the fourth floor were also filled with scattered debris and rotten tables and chairs, but what really attracted Hannah were the murals and texts on the stone walls. The carving technique was relatively rough, and both the graphics and texts were crooked. It was obvious that the carver was not a professional in this field.
Hannah took out her cell phone and took pictures one by one.
At the same time, I am also identifying these pictures that are only slightly better than simple sketches.
According to her habit of reading from left to right, the first picture she saw was of countless people lying on the ground, with only a few left holding weapons and facing the monsters.
In the next picture, the gate of the city wall was destroyed and monsters poured in from the gate.
In the next one, countless little people are crowded in the city, surrounded by monsters outside, and a few simple strokes are drawn on the faces of the little people to show crying expressions.
Huh? Wait, that's not the right order. This should be read from right to left.
After finding the correct order, Hannah understood what the picture showed: Once upon a time, there was a thriving city, and the people inside lived happily. But suddenly, monsters appeared somewhere else outside the city. The people in the city continued to sing and dance, turning a deaf ear to what was happening outside. A person who had encountered the monster told them about the terrible things happening outside, and the people in the city pointed at him and laughed, and continued to sing, even though the monsters had grown into an army and were getting closer and closer to them.
Later, monsters came outside the city, and the people in the city began to panic. They tried hard to defeat the monsters, but the number of monsters far exceeded the total number of humans in the city. Later, the city was broken and the monsters poured into the city.
There was a string of words under the last picture. Hannah didn't know how to translate it, so she took a picture of it and planned to take it back to have a professor in China help her study it.
If she could accurately translate the bird book on the wall, she would get the following text: I am one of the last survivors, recording here everything that has happened in this world. The monster first appeared in another country, and the relationship with our country was not harmonious. We once laughed at the jokes of other countries, naively believing that since all disasters have a beginning, they will naturally have an end, but we forgot that perhaps before the end of the monsters comes, we will be devoured by monsters like other countries. There were wise men who led the fools to shout for salvation, claiming to put aside past grudges and hatred and join hands with other races. I once accused them with other companions of forgetting the humiliating history, but now I think it is us who are short-sighted. When we wake up, it is too late. Some people in history have caused the country to be destroyed and the family to be ruined. Our sins are even worse, and we have destroyed human civilization. The wise once said that there would be successors who could eliminate all monsters. If that day really comes, we are here to thank them. People with serious sins do not deserve to leave their names. We only hope that what we leave behind can provide help to our successors.
Hannah took a clear picture and stepped onto the top floor.
Then she saw a large box placed in the middle of the floor, which immediately attracted her attention. The outer shells of the boxes showed signs of decay over time. After opening the boxes, she found a lot of miscellaneous items piled up inside.
Some were books, some were metal pendants, there were a lot of diamond-shaped stones, and things like jewelry and armor.
"Move everything away!" I didn't recognize many of the things inside, but the books alone were valuable enough.
It was just that it had been too long and the books were very fragile, so Hannah didn't dare to touch them easily, so she closed the box again. Then she saw Bryce looking at the wall.
Walls? When she came to the fifth floor, she was so focused on the box that she forgot to look around. Hannah followed his gaze and found that the walls on the fifth floor were much richer than those on the fourth floor. Not only the walls, but also the floor were engraved with dense words and pictures.
But this time the drawing is no longer a simple drawing, but a map.
There were world maps, city maps, and strange pictures with text beside them, all of which were unfamiliar books.
Because there were too many, Hannah even felt a little bit at a loss as to where to start. The records here were in no order, and one could even see that the people who made the records were different. The handwriting of the bird books varied greatly, and in the corners of many long passages of text, there were scattered words engraved. It was obvious that someone suddenly thought of something that needed to be recorded, so he found a small corner and recorded it there.
For some reason, Hannah felt very heavy looking at these densely packed words. She seemed to see countless figures here, coming and going, filling the blank stone wall with words bit by bit, many people were writing, and gradually there were fewer and fewer people, until there were only a few, and finally only one person was left, TA sorted out the remains, put them in a box, and then went to the fourth floor to write the last will of his life.
Hannah raised her phone and took pictures of all of this.
This is the history of this world.
History should be remembered.