Jeff continued to say with reverence:

"The Savior has saved the world from danger several times, but he is extremely mysterious, the dragon sees the head and the end, and the statue carved is the picture of the Savior appearing in front of the Salvation Army for the first time, it is said that it was on the edge of a corn field, the Savior revealed the truth of the whole world and the universe to the first group of Salvation Army, known as the field sermon."

Shen Feng was silent, the scene shown in the sculpture in front of him was the scene when he first appeared in the "Real Doomsday Game 1.0" and revealed the truth of the apocalypse to those elite players.

I didn't expect that in this parallel world, all this would be praised as a holy miracle.

"And then? Why didn't the Savior defeat the Grey Tide and save the world? Shen Feng then asked.

With a sad look on his face, Jeff said, "Then the savior suddenly disappeared...... Some Salvation Army fighters speculated that the Savior may have met with an accident or become disillusioned with human civilization and went into hiding...... But he had already sown the seeds of battle, and the Salvation Army never stopped fighting when the gray tide broke out! His spirit and soul live on here! ”

At the last sentence, there seemed to be a glint in Jeff's eyes.

Shen Feng nodded and didn't say anything more.

He must find out the real reason for the disappearance of his self in the end of the gray tide and avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.

After the introduction, Jeff said hello to Shen Feng and went on patrol first.

accompanied Shen Feng to this section, not only out of enthusiasm, but also to observe the character of this outsider.

At present, it seems that he is a normal person.

After all, in this cruel post-apocalyptic environment, humanity has a common enemy, Gray Tide, and even the most vicious people will put away their antisocial personality after coming to live here.

If you really don't know how to lift, there will naturally be bullets waiting for the security guards.

"Go to the town hall and register your identity file, they also have a camera where they can take pictures of you so you don't have to remember them when you die." Jeff said from afar, "The city hall is just a few dozen kilometers ahead, and you can ride a bicycle there." If you don't have a place to sleep at night, you can find a temporary empty room. ”

After listening to Jeff, Shen Feng realized that there were still some bicycles parked randomly on the surrounding streets.

Some of these bikes are brand new, apparently just after they were made.

From time to time, someone gets on their bicycle and sets off, or parks their bicycle somewhere.

It's somewhat similar to bike sharing.

Only here, apparently, it is public property, and no one takes it for himself.

Obviously, in the grave city of Grey Tide Cemetery, because of the danger at any time, people have downplayed the concept of private ownership, and because of the relatively abundant food sources, many things have become public property.

After all, what if you have more property?

Maybe the next day everything will be swallowed up by the gray tide.

As far as the eye could see, most of the people he could see had kind smiles on their faces, and they were extremely sincere with each other and helped each other.

Under the weight of the gray tide and the lack of resources, these surviving humans have exploded into great solidarity.

Everyone understands that only by uniting and performing their duties can the operation of the grave city be guaranteed to the greatest extent possible, and the time to be swallowed up by the ash tide can be delayed as much as possible.

After all, no one knows if one day those nanomechanical clusters will no longer be afraid of electromagnetic pulses.

At that time, they will also be devoured.

City Hall.

It's a good place......

Those photo archives are extremely important to Shen Feng.

"Jingwei, do you remember Arthur Shetton's face? Extrapolate the appearance of his descendants. ”

"No problem, it's all trivial." Jingwei said confidently.

When he first entered Galen Shetton's chief consul's office, there were two photographs of Arthur Shelton and his wife hanging on the wall.

Deducing the appearance of offspring through two direct blood relatives is about the same difficulty for Jingwei as for doctoral students to do elementary school math problems.

Shen Feng got on a bicycle and staggered towards the city hall.

The entire cemetery is dozens of kilometers long, but in fact, the area is not large.

Especially for Shen Feng, a person who has undergone a special physical evolution.

Moreover, the town hall is not far from the town where he is located.

Coupled with inquiring about the direction and checking the customs of the Tomb City, it took more than three hours for Shen Feng to come to the City Hall of the Tomb City.

There is no distinction between day and night, and the time is judged by a few towering mechanical clocks.

When Shen Feng came to the city hall, it was already midnight here, and the staff inside had already closed for work.

The entire burial city had become silent, and most of the people had fallen asleep.

There is not even a locked door here, after all, no one would normally have the idea of hitting those files, after all, there is no point at all.

Just resembling an epitaph of a living person in case of emergency.

Shen Feng pushed the door and entered, and quickly found the location of the archives.

All the files were neatly arranged, using hand-made paper.

And the precious camera, along with the city hall computer and other electronic equipment, was placed in a room, and the whole room was sealed with lead skin to block the electromagnetic pulse outside and protect these electronic devices.

This is also the weakest place in the entire graveyard where the electromagnetic pulse is weakest, so all of this has been preserved.

Shen Feng took a deep breath and began to flip through the volumes.

Everyone's files are no more than a piece of paper, and they are intertwined with other people's files into a booklet.

Shen Feng directly picked up a file and quickly turned the page, only looking at the photos on it.

Each picture only lingers in front of him for a moment, but that's enough.

His silicon-based brain began to run wildly, analyzing the photos with Jingwei to match the looks of Arthur Horton and his wife.

There were three hundred people in each volume, a total of almost seven hundred, and Shen Feng took thirty seconds to flip through a volume, and it took a whole night, when the door of the city hall sounded the footsteps of someone walking in, Shen Feng put down the last volume, took a deep breath, and walked out.

Seeing Shen Feng walking out of the archive room, the people outside were a little surprised, and asked a few questions, but they didn't get an answer, they just thought that this was a strange person.

Shen Feng had already memorized all the information of more than 200,000 people in his mind at this time, and after a night of entry and sorting, he selected seven people who were suspected to be descendants of Arthur Horton.

The addresses and origins of these people, whether true or not, were all remembered by him.

However, he didn't rest all night, and his biological brain was also very tired at this time.

Casually found an empty house where no one was there and went in to sleep for a while, exchanged a pistol and bullets in his backpack for some supplies, and ate a meal of fish soup and rice, Shen Feng recovered his energy slightly, and then immediately began to search for it in the grave city non-stop.

The first thing he found was an old man who was already on the verge of death, Shen Feng chatted with the other party for a few words, and found that the other party was a dormant who had woken up for more than ten years, and his age before hibernation was already older than Arthur Shetton.

The second is an optimistic young man, who is considered a native of the cemetery, but after carefully observing his appearance and bones, Shen Feng found that the other party had Indian blood and could trace back four or five generations, so he immediately chose to give up.

The latter few are also not very optimistic, either middle-aged women, who have just woken up from a dormant chamber for two or three years, or they obviously have characteristics that do not match those of Arthur Shelton.

Finally, Shen Feng came to a blacksmith shop on the edge of the grave city, looking for the last person with a similar appearance.

A little boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

An orphan who lives alone.

According to the archives and those around him, the little boy belonged to the native of the Graveyard, but last year his parents went out on an expedition together, and it seems that they encountered a constructor, and never returned, leaving only the poor child.

Fortunately, the child's self-care ability is very strong, and he has great strength and understanding, and he found a job in the blacksmith shop in the city, and he was barely able to survive.

"Hello, I'm looking for Turman, is he here?" Shen Feng walked into the noisy blacksmith shop and asked.

A shirtless man looked at him, then shouted, "Tulman, someone is looking for you!" ”

Then there was a sound of footsteps, and a boy with a white face and a little freckles ran out of the back room.

His eyes were blue, and his expression was a little timid.

The moment he saw this child, Shen Feng already understood that this boy was the descendant of Arthur Shelton he was looking for!

It's so similar!

Not only that, but that intuition and feeling!

Shen Feng smiled slightly and said to Tulman: "Tulman? Can you take a step to speak? ”

Tuhlman glanced at Shen Feng with some curiosity and walked out of the blacksmith shop with him.

Although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, Tullman looked very strong at this time because of his perennial iron life.

Shen Feng stared at Turman's eyes and examined the other party, and asked, "Where are you from?" Remember what happened before you came to Grave City? ”

Tuhlman was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who are you?" I...... I've lived in the graveyard since I was a kid, and I've never left here. ”

Shen Feng suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand and grabbed the little boy's palm, and took a closer look.

Tuhlman was startled, and was about to pull back his arm, but Shen Feng had already let go in advance, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to frighten you." ”

At this time, Shen Feng had completely confirmed his judgment.

This feeling is all too familiar.

Turman looked at Shen Feng, turned around and was about to go back to the iron, too lazy to pay attention to this strange man.

At this moment, the alarm suddenly sounded in the entire grave city!

Then I saw that above the metal dome, clusters of black nanomachinery fell directly.

Immediately after landing, it scattered and splashed, acting as a buffer, and a tall humanoid construction machine appeared in the middle.

These constructors are obviously different from their predecessors, and they have a tissue similar to skin and flesh on the outside, which is not affected at all in this electromagnetic pulse environment.

What humanity feared most has happened!

A construction machine capable of shielding electromagnetic pulses has appeared!

"Ready to clear the fault zone, ready to clear the fault zone...... This area is formatted and disinfected, and this area is formatted and disinfected......"

The machines emitted a cold electromechanical sound, and their eyes glowed red.

Instead of screaming and frightened, the toiling people grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the constructors.

On this day, they have long had a psychological expectation.

Tuhlman was stunned by this sudden scene, and for a moment did not know what to do.

"Have you started......" Shen Feng smiled and said to himself, without the slightest surprise.

Now that I guessed the script, I don't have much expectation for many things, just follow the steps.

Then he suddenly exerted his strength and rushed in front of Tullman.

Then he grabbed Tullman's head with both hands and twisted it violently, screwing his head off!

Tuhlman's eyes were still blinking, his face was full of surprise, and his broken neck revealed a silver-gray metallic sheen, and small arcs flickered!