The flames trembled in the darkness, reflecting the figures gathered around them, reflected in the eyes of those who watched it.

The light of the fire flickered on and off, accompanied by a warmth that could be drowned out by a cold snap at any moment.

The refugees gathered around the fire, snuggling up to each other in fear, their faces either dazed or gloomy.

"Whew!" Another gust of cold wind poured in through the exit, and several children shrank into their mother's arms, and the men gritted their teeth and sat outside to ward off the cold.

"Maybe we should block the exit." One refugee, perhaps frustrated with it, made such a suggestion.

"Nope." However, Northford shook his head: "The flame needs oxygen to burn, and the oxygen in the underground space is not enough, and if the exit is blocked, the flame will be extinguished." ”

As he explained, the refugees stopped talking, and in fact, they had barely the strength to speak.

This long night will be extremely difficult, and the only thing people can do now is to save their physical strength as much as possible.

"Mom, are we going to die?" In the center of the crowd, Northford's daughter, Nana, raised her head and asked her mother as she sat beside her.

As children and women in poor health, they were given the right to sit by the campfire.

"No, you have to trust your father." The gentle woman said this, gently hugging her child.

She wanted to cry, but on a night like this, people didn't even have the right to cry.

Everything seemed to have fallen into a dead silence except for the wind and snow, and only the rising flames could still make some sounds.

It's so quiet······

The refugees thought quietly, as if they were about to die silently under the howl of the wind.

It's so quiet······

The inhabitants of the greenhouse thought the same thing, as if they had lost the ability to speak.

If only there were some voices at this time, people hid in despair, as if they were extravagant hopes.

At this time, it would be nice to have a voice to break the noisy silence of the wind.

Everyone thought so, but no one really thought they could hear anything, and no one was ready to be the one who made the sound.

But it's like hearing what they're thinking.

After a breath, there was a sudden piercing wave frequency in the city under the wind and snow.

"Z-"

This voice is like a sharp spike, piercing into this cold night, piercing into the vast wind and snow, and piercing into people's hearts.

What is that?

For a moment, almost everyone was in a trance, and they looked around blankly, trying to find the direction from which the voice was coming from.

But it's like the voice of the whole city, and you can't find the source.

Until one of the inhabitants of the greenhouse landed their eyes on a radio post on the side of the road.

Just now, it seems that the speaker on it is making a sound.

Could it be that there is some emergency broadcast?

But then, a voice reappeared and denied the idea in his heart.

"Ahem, audition. May I ask all of you, how are you doing tonight? ”

As if as if in a joking way, greetings sounded in the wind, and more and more people looked up at the radio pillars above the city.

It soon became apparent that it was not just the radio columns in the greenhouses that were making sounds, but almost the entire city, including the abandoned radio stations outside the greenhouses.

What is this, why would a girl's voice appear on the radio in the greenhouse, or even in the whole city.

That's what almost everyone thinks.

Until the girl's voice rang out again.

"Hah, it seems to be working well. So first of all, let me welcome you to this blizzard night concert, I'm Liz Davis with the lead singer of the original band, Liz Davis. ”

"Some of you may have known me before, or you may have never heard my name, but that's okay. Because tonight, whether you want to or not, I will spend it with you. ”

"Trust me, this is going to be a concert that will go down in history, and you've got VIP seats for free. Rejoice, for to put it more bluntly, you will witness history. ”

Blizzard night, concert?

What kind of joke is this, at this time, neither the people in the greenhouse nor the people outside the greenhouse seem to understand what the voice is trying to say.

But soon, the voice spoke to what she was trying to do.

"So, are you ready? The concert is about to start, so let's celebrate the arrival of the blizzard together. ”

There was a frenzy and excitement in the girl's voice.

As her words fell, the sound of a switch pulling sounded at the same time.

"Click." When a muffled sound that is not light or heavy spreads in the wind and snow.

Under everyone's gaze, the lights in the greenhouse suddenly dissipated. The next moment, darkness enveloped the entire city.

"Damn! What's going on!? ”

The sudden darkness made most of the people panic.

At the same time, the team of guards who were hanging from the dome of the greenhouse, and the guards who were guarding the walls of the greenhouse, stared blankly at the outside of the greenhouse, into the ruins that should have been lightless.

"Oh my God, what do I see?" A nurse who was suspended in mid-air by a cable took the wrench in his hand and asked blankly.

What did he see?

He saw a towering "lighthouse" slowly blooming.

He saw beams of red or purple, yellow or green light piercing into the wind and snow, and weaving back and forth under the entire night sky, reflecting the snowy night into a dreamlike scene.

Countless colored lights light up the "lighthouse", plunging everything into an extreme contrast.

In the absolute darkness, people almost subconsciously noticed this only spotlight.

More and more people turned their attention to the lighthouse outside the greenhouse, and then the shock quickly suppressed the panic in their hearts.

Because they have never seen such light in their lives.

Because those beams of light are piercing their imaginations.

For people in the post-disaster era, this is a scene that they cannot understand even if they do so.

Finally, when all the lights converged on the top of the tower.

"Z!" The sound of a string plucking resounded lonely in the place where the sky met.

At this point, all the people are no longer able to tell the difference.

Is this a self-destructive riot, or is it a real?

All they could be sure of was that the night was no longer silent.

Because all the heartbeats are already restless.