Three days later.

Awakened from her dream, Mosilaire sat up abruptly from Bender's newly built wooden bed, gulping down fresh air,—— but in a cold sweat, she quickly saw Winnie next to her in the unusual gray light of the early morning.

Winnie slept soundly, and there was a slight smile on her little face, which was a little blurred by the dim light, as if she had dreamed of something pleasant and amuseful—something delightful and amusing—something that made Mosileelle, who was still dizzy, quickly realize that she had escaped from the horrible, dead silence of her dreams.

She had dreamed of the slaughter of the base many times in a row, and the corpse-strewn base, which had been in a slightly different layout than it was now, seemed to be inexorably transforming towards something even more terrifying, unspeakably vicious.

With a few gasps, Mosilaire got out of bed, got dressed, and opened the door to her room—they had moved out of the barn the day before yesterday, and had chosen a room next to Old Knife as her bedroom with Winnie.

The hallway was still an annoying gray light, casting a tattered fade over everything it illuminated.

She seemed to be the first to get up today, so her steps in the hallway seemed unusually harsh and clear. It made her very uncomfortable.

Mosilaire slowly poured herself a glass of cold warm water, then reached out and pressed her hand on the cold button, opening the electric door of the main body of the base - the electric door that screaked and screeched quickly opened, and she knew why the light was not shining into the base today.

It was a rare rainy day, and the rain swayed from the heavy gray rain clouds that covered the sky and drifted to Mosile's somewhat worried face—the rain was so cold that Mosilele couldn't help but shiver.

The gloomy bad weather was something few creatures would like except for the sweet potato seedlings that were thriving in the growing area, and in a brief conversation afterwards, Mosilaire found that the old knife and the newcomer Bender also seemed to have been plagued and corroded by nightmares in recent days, as if the remaining three colonists except Winnie were all in a strange state of anxiety and stress, and even the usually docile Peanut became irritable today, and almost scratched her while playing with Winnie.

But Mosilaire had no energy to punish Peanut for his bad behavior. She simply attributed Peanut's abnormal behavior to the cat's estrus period, and told Winnie to stay away from Peanut these days.

Before going to bed at night, Mosilaire wrote something in her notebook, prescribed herself some sleep medication, and then fell asleep on the soft pillow.

The first is the cold that freezes the bone marrow...

Involuntarily swinging her eyelids, she opened her eyelids from her light sleep in confusion, but what greeted her was not the familiar objects and deep darkness that should be in the room, but the dim corridor that looked terrifying and unusual under the faint red light...

The flashes of the previous dreams quickly connected and combined and flooded into her mind—distorted and real as if they had all been experienced by Mosilaire herself.

I don't know when she was moved to the middle of the hallway, and now she was leaning against the cool stone wall. Mosilaire didn't even have time to glance at the time, and his attention was quickly drawn to something else.

"Smack-"

A soft, piercing sound of footsteps came from the end of the hallway to the right of Mosilair, followed by a distorted shadow that emerged from the darkness and faint red light, casting on the rough wall. But soon, the sound of footsteps became dense, and in an instant the cacophony filled the long corridors, as if the colony had many guests at once, and it became lively because of the noise.

The evil aura rippled in the air, and the eerie hilarity was terrifying.

There weren't that many people here now—unless the mutilated corpses that had littered the hallways were human.

Unspeakable fear took over her mind and overturned her sanity, a cold sweat seeped from her back, and she didn't think much about it, but tried to find the door to her room.

It seemed to be right across from itself, two meters in front of it, to be exact.

Mosilaire tried to smash it away with his body, but his body was violently shocked as if it were hitting a concrete wall.

The wooden gate still stands steadily, like a thick and angular reef.

The noisy footsteps from his side grew louder and louder, getting closer and closer, and the strange body shadows that did not look like human shapes were stacked on top of each other, forming even more terrifying and insane, almost living monsters!

Mosilaire's heart was beating more and more violently, and each beat took her so much strength that it almost jumped out of her chest!

Mosilaire pursed her lips and kicked hard at a wooden door behind her, but unexpectedly, the door bounced open in response, and Mosilaire had no time to think about it, only had time to raise his vigilance, and flashed sideways into the room.

The room was not as dark as she had imagined, and the cold moonlight shone through the cracks in the ceiling against Mosilaire's dark countenance, reflecting the horror and panic on her face.

The corridor was still dark and lonely, and as the door behind her closed, the noise of footsteps was completely cut off, and a suffocating silence suddenly came, mixed with the icy air surrounding Mosilaire.

Mosilaire tried to push the wooden door behind him, and as expected, it exhibited qualities that were very different from the rough exterior, appearing unusually stubborn and strong.

Mosilaire took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs and poke down the side of the hallway.

The hallway was as short and narrow as ever, the only difference being that the doors that had been quietly towering on either side had been replaced with irritating, unchanging dull granite walls.

The night fog seemed to be much thicker, and the mist of evil aura squeezed through the cracks, obscuring her vision and the corridor, and as she staggered to the end of the darkest corridor was a vast and deep cavern that occupied all of Mosilaire's vision—bursts of cold air measuring tons were slowly spewing out from it—Mosilaire had reason to believe that this massive cavern that devoured all light reached the depths of the earth's heart that humans had never set foot in.

In the center of this extremely large and spectacular cavern, there is a large platform that floats strangely above it—this platform is a man-made mechanical creation, which seems out of place compared to the crazy strange strange phenomena around it, but in the center of the cavern, it and the darkness around it form a majestic giant pupil beyond the limits of human imagination.

The elevating platform that refracted a cold glow in the dim light was all too familiar—the one she had seen in the lab, strangely guarded by a gate and made of expensive fiberglass.

She seemed to sense that something lurked in the shadows, watching her greedily.

“！！！” Mosilaire awoke from her dream again, reached out and covered her dizzy head, and wiped the cold beads of sweat from her forehead with her right hand.

It was still a rainy day, and the heavy clouds that hung over the plains never seemed to leave—it seemed no different from yesterday, but Mosilaire found it all disgusting—she hated the continuous rain, the clammy clouds, the foul-smelling zombies that kept coming out of her throat outside the protective walls.

The old knife worriedly said that the curse of the colony had begun again, but Mosilaire knew that all the visions had originated in the deep pit behind the laboratory that kept appearing in her dreams,—— she decided to go down and find out.

Only a few of the transmission gears of the old lifting platform had disintegrated and corroded, so it took more than half an hour for Mosilaire and Bender to replace the parts so that it could finally be up and running again after a long time.

Already a little impatient, Mosilaire energized it and pulled down the console's switch. The old antique then made a terrible noise and shook violently, and began to slowly sink downward.

The only colonists on the platform were Mosilele and Bender, while the unarmed Winnie and the Old Knife were in charge of answering them from above - and while Mosilele didn't understand the point of doing so in addition to wasting time, she finally complied.

The platform was not very fast, and there were often irritating, screeching mechanical grinding sounds that echoed through the narrow passages and could not be stopped for a long time, making Mosilele feel sick and nauseous.

Bender next to her would have been slightly better, but a fidgety look had gradually appeared on her face, and the hand that was squeezing the pumped shotgun showed some hideous bruises.

Mosilaire was almost driven mad by the noise of the operation of the platform under his feet, which was prolonged and transposed by the extremely long shaft. Refusing Bender's offer, she crouched down and clung to the charged rifle in her arms—fortunately the shaft was dimly lit, otherwise Bender would have been startled by her pale countenance—for there was not a shred of blood on Mosilelle's face at this time, as pitiful as a seriously wounded patient who had lost so much blood and was about to die.

Luckily, it didn't take long for the lifting platform to stop. It doesn't really lead directly to the center of the earth.

Bender estimates that the shaft could be about three to four hundred meters deep. Looking up now, it was impossible to make out the figures of the old knife and Winnie, and only a point of light smaller than a coin could barely be seen.

"Oh,!" Bender suddenly scolded.

In a matter of seconds, Mosilaire disappeared from under his nose as if she had never been there—but she was crouching half a meter away from her!

He had never been to this place before, and no one in the fringe colonies had ever mentioned it to him,—— where was it? Why is there a huge abandoned facility under a base?

What about Mosilaire? Was she forever engulfed by the thick darkness that was almost substantial in front of her? Bender couldn't help but fight a cold war.

But he quickly came to his senses,—— took a deep breath, and Bender turned on a flashlight and slowly stepped into the thick and deep darkness.