This...... In that strange silence, the first thought that flashed to the heart of Derrick Berg was to save people.

However, the two guards who sandwiched him in the middle did not react, as if everything just now was just his auditory hallucination.

"There's someone there calling for help. Young Daric reminded the two Knights of Dawn.

Walking to his left, the tall knight in silver full-body armor replied calmly:

"Don't be fooled. ”

"That's just the normal manifestation of some transcendents on the verge of getting out of control. ”

Maybe he just didn't want to give up and lost control and became a monster, so he screamed for help...... Derick thought with a little sadness.

As his mood changed, the illusory hum in his ears was noticeable.

Silent and a few steps forward, the Knight of Dawn pointed to a doorway on the left:

"You're staying here for this time, and we'll deliver food and potions on time. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out an iron-black vial.

This kind of bottle is woven from the residue of the black face grass, the staple food of Silver City, and when it encounters liquid, it will produce a thin film, so as to achieve the effect of waterproof sealing.

Deric took the bottle of potion and gulped it down, only to feel a cool slither slip through her esophagus and into her stomach pouch.

His whole body quickly became silent, the shaky scene in front of him returned to stability, and the auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually weakened.

Bang dang!

With the sound of the iron door closing and locking, Darek entered his own room.

The first thing he saw was a candle flickering with a dim glow, and then he made out the low bed, the chair, and the square table.

Nothing else, but the surrounding walls, including the doors, are painted with intricate and mysterious symbols and logos that seem to form a complete seal.

Darek's emotions were suppressed by the potion, and he sat down without the slightest curiosity and lay down on the bed.

After some time, he suddenly heard a loud banging on the door, but it was not from outside his room, but from next door.

Derrick sat up and listened carefully, hearing a thin, shrill sobbing in the crash.

His hairs stood on end, and the whole person stood up sharply, assuming a very defensive posture.

At this moment, the sound of thump spread to the metal wall separating the two rooms, smashing one after another slowly deflated bulges.

Darik was about to pray for the light when his eyes suddenly lit up, and the space he was in seemed to have been moved to the outside world, and it happened to be a flash of lightning.

The sound of smashing the wall next door died down, and the bottom of the round tower was quiet again.

It's not absolute silence, but the slight sound of footsteps that can swing far away and echo for a long time.

Darek was guessing what had happened to the Extraordinary next door, when there was another knock on the metal wall on the other side.

Tuk tuk!

There was as if someone had bent their fingers and tapped them gently.

"Who?" asked Derick, raising his voice and slightly frightened.

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

"It turned out to be a young guy. ”

"Are you?" said Derik, seeing that the other man was able to communicate reasonably, leaned against the wall and pressed his ear against the cold metal.

The old voice laughed:

"The guy next to you almost lost control several times, and he finally couldn't save it today. ”

He's completely out of control?, Derick asked, looking through the metal wall:

"So he's a monster now?"

"No, it's not a monster, it's a dead corpse, he's been dealt with by sealing the items here. The old voice sighed, "I've been here for forty-two years, well, the guards told me I've seen too many things like that. ”

Delrick asked in surprise:

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

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

Among them, the second to third stages are quite fast, and perhaps as soon as they are discovered, they will witness a seemingly normal extraordinary person turn into a monster in the depths of darkness.

In other words, after being sent to the bottom of the Round Tower, the Extraordinary in the second stage will either be treated with potions, rituals, etc., and slowly stabilize and leave here within a year and a half, or they will soon enter a state of loss of control and be purified and purified, and it is impossible for anyone to be locked up here for forty-two years.

And the extraordinary person who is in the first stage may only need a few days, ten days, to eliminate the precursors and heal away.

The old voice suddenly laughed and said:

"yes, I didn't expect to be here for forty-two years. ”

"I don't have any signs of losing control, but they think I'm dangerous and could turn into a monster at any moment. ”

Derick frowned slightly, and asked curiously:

"What happened forty-two years ago?"

At that time, neither of his parents was born.

The old voice was silent for a moment and said:

"I used to be the captain of an exploration team. ”

"We found a ruined city half a month away from Silver City, heh, this is calculated at our speed. ”

"That city is similar to our Silver City, with obvious signs of giants ruling and worshipping the Creator of all, the all-knowing and all-powerful God. ”

"Unfortunately, they were destroyed, and they were destroyed for an unknown number of years. ”

Dyric is no stranger to similar things, and immediately guessed:

"You've had some weird things happen there, so you're thought you could get out of control at any moment?"

"Almost. "We explored the core and found that the city was trying to convert and shape some of the gods they imagined would save them, but it didn't work, even the statues of those gods were destroyed and scattered all over the ground. ”

Speaking of this, his tone suddenly became calm:

"Still, though, we met someone there. ”

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

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

Derick subconsciously asked:

"You brought him back to Silver City?"

The old voice waited two seconds before saying:

"Don't you feel the vibrations?"

"We in Silver City have worked hard to explore the surroundings in order to find humans like us, and we finally discovered it forty-two years ago!"

This is indeed quite shocking news, but, I often see Miss "Justice" and Mr. "Hanged Man", and they often hear about the Kingdom of Rune and the Seven True Gods, and there are still people outside Silver City, and there are city-states, and kingdoms, isn't it a very obvious fact?

"I, I didn't notice that. ”

"It's really incredible, besides the residents of Silver City, there are other people!"

"......," the old man's voice was silent for a while before he said, "Has the education in Silver City become so bad?"

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

"We were wary of inviting that man to come to Silver City, and after thinking about it, he agreed. ”

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

"We searched all around, but we couldn't find him, and after returning to Silver City, my teammates, one by one, went crazy and lost control, all of them!"

"The Council of Six suspected that we were all polluted by something, that the man was not human at all, but an evil spirit, a monster, so they locked me up here, came to check on my status every once in a while, but never told me what the problem was, and didn't let me out. ”

Daerik exhaled heavily:

"Do you remember what that man looked like?"

“...... He was ordinary-looking, uncharacteristic, and dressed similarly to us, and I couldn't remember him at all, except that he was male...... However, the elders should be able to see him directly from my vaguely forgotten memories by supernatural means. The old voice recalled for dozens of seconds and said with a little pain.

Darik casually asked:

"Did he tell him his name, did he tell you where he came from?"

The old man's voice said "um":

"He told us that his name was ......"

He paused and said:

"Amon. ”

............

Sunday morning, Factory Zone.

In the previous two days, Klein and Mike, under the guidance of Kohler Sr., "visited" many places in the East End.

Mike saw five or six people crammed into a room, and that wasn't the worst of things.

In the poorest places in the Eastern District, an ordinary bedroom can sleep even ten people, and Mr. Reporter was amazed by the precise division of ownership such as floor bunks, daytime use rights, and night use rights.

Moreover, poverty does not discriminate between men and women, and in those places, people of different genders are inevitably crowded together, and certain things that can go to court abound, and both men and women face the constant threat of violence.

“...... Dirty, crowded, foul-smelling, that's the most intuitive impression...... I suspect that each of them has serious parasites in their bodies...... In the most dilapidated neighborhoods, because the houses were built a long time ago and did not have a special connection to the sewers, feces, urine, vomit, etc. are everywhere, and there is only one public toilet in one house, or only one public toilet in one street......

"They are so busy every day that they are extremely tired, but they can barely fill their stomachs, they have no savings, and if they lose their jobs for a few days, they will fall into an abyss that will not save them...... I don't think they even fear death if they are given a little hope......" Mike wrote in his investigative manuscript.

In addition, the homeless people who were driven away in the middle of the night and roamed the streets like living corpses, the girls who stood numbly on the side of the street or in bars, and the drinkers who indulged in alcoholism and violence and did not want to think about the future at all, made a great impression on the journalist.

He grew more and more silent.