When I walked out of the corridor, it was still calm outside.

"The footsteps came from that palace because it was so quiet." Oates suddenly realized, but he didn't know why his hearing was so good.

"What the hell is this place?" Scott is still questioning,

"Who knows what the hell this place is, don't stay here, we won't be able to find our way out when we're late." Bowers reminded.

"We should take a note."

"I'll talk about it later." Bowers urged, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

Evans was at the front, he didn't say anything, because he was already frightened, and he thought it would be best if he could have a bowl of soup to suppress the shock now.

The moment they walked out of the ruins, they felt a lot lighter, and Evans looked back.

"Look, he's disappearing!" Evans shouted.

"Ghost City." Bowers said preciously.

"It's a great discovery, and we should document it." Scott picked up the pen and wrote it down, but suddenly he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, what he had just said.

The snow was in full swing, and Evans found the sled he had hidden, and he pulled it towards the way back, and Scott put the pamphlet in his hand and followed.

The city really disappeared, there was nothing, and when the city disappeared, they didn't even remember what happened, only Oates still vaguely remembered that the terrible thing was almost forgotten after a long time.

[On the morning of January 27th, we were walking through a snowy ravine in the morning. The damn snow arched into waves, and it looked like a rough sea. Wilson and I opened the way in front of us on skis, and the rest of the group walked. Finding a path is an unusual job...... Our sleeping bags were wet, not too fast, but they were getting wetter. We are getting more and more hungry, and it would be good to eat more, especially a little more for lunch. To get to the next supply depot as quickly as possible, we'll have to go a little faster. The next supply depot is less than 60 miles away, and we still have a full week's worth of food. But don't expect to get a real meal until you get to the supply station. It's a long way to go, but it's a very difficult one......

On Monday night, March 21, less than 11 miles from the supply depot, yesterday was a snowstorm that caused the entire day to be delayed. Today, Wilson and Powers will head to the supply depot with little hope to find fuel.

The blizzard on March 22 was still howling, Wilson and Bowers couldn't move, and tomorrow was their last chance. The oil is gone, and there is only a little food left, and it is really close to the end. We decided to let everything take its course - we would head to the supply depot and die naturally on the way home.

From March 29th to the 21st, the wind from the west-southwest direction continued to blow, and we only had enough oil to make two cups of tea, and there were still two days of food left on the 20th. Every day we were ready to leave for a supply depot 20 miles away, but there was always a whirlpool of wind and snow outside the tent. Now, I don't think we can hope for any better, but we will hold out until the last minute, but we are getting weaker and weaker, and of course, the end is not far off.

It's a shame, but I don't think I can write it anymore. One final add: For God's sake, take care of our families.

Finally, please give this diary to my widow.

————Excerpt from Scott's Diary]

The learning of the newcomers in September had just begun, and Shen Luyu was sitting in the alchemy classroom, listening boredly to the historical story told by Professor Aldrich in front of him, yes, this is the alchemy classroom, but he is telling history, because a spar is playing in the slide, Professor Aldrich said, it is called 'the essence of Sheila'.

It was the ore brought back by a man named Robert Scott, he was the second person in history to climb the South Pole, Shen Luyu was a little sleepy, he looked at the big trees outside the window, the wind rustled, the same table Oriana, the girl who always said strange things, but kept holding her stomach, Shen Luyu thought, could it be that the girl's one came, or should give her some love and warmth now, but now it's class.

He thought that even if class was over, he still didn't care so much, maybe it would be embarrassing, he looked at the big tree outside the window again, the sun was so good, if only now he got a recliner and slept in the warm sun.