While these two seemingly delicious deaths that are difficult to choose may not seem glamorous, at least the annoying whispers of the mind are gone—the optimistic Mosilaire always finds a good reason to comfort himself in a difficult situation, even if it is self-inflicted.

Well, Mosilele, whose long silky hair had curled a little from the scorching heat, admitted that she had done something stupid to laugh at this time—so she picked up her companion, who was still lying on the ground, and trotted down the passage through which she had passed.

Thankfully, the flames that covered the ceiling provided them with plenty of light so that Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood wouldn't trip over the occasional dried corpse and debris on the ground, but they had better be faster.

Thankfully, the endless flames that poured out of the pit weren't as long-lasting as they seemed, and it didn't take long for them to disappear completely.

With their clever brains and fully documented maps of the area in charge rifles, the exhausted Mosilaire and Little Red Riding Hood quickly made their way around the zigzag underground facilities and back onto the mechanical platform leading to the surface - a tortuous and slightly unexpected process, but at least they did accomplish the main task of the adventure - and it should be solved permanently.

In this respect, Miss Mosilare still deserved to be praised by her companions—so Lady Little Red Riding Cycle, with her burnt hair, resisted the idea of using the butt of her submachine gun to put it on the head of the little girl who could still have a hippie smile.

But if Little Red Riding Hood, who was panting against the railing of the platform, had the strength to do so, she swore that she would knock Mosilaire's head through her helmet without hesitation, so that she would know that she was a little grumpy—and that this time, she was lucky—not to mention that the fool had walked a long way.

"Oops, dear." Little Red Riding Hood's companion approached her suddenly, and seemed to see something terrible, "Your hair is so beautiful!" ”

"Ah, really?" She winked at Mosilare, and smoothed her hair in disbelief—Little Red Riding Hood's hair was straight, but a little dull and yellow from years of lack of nourishment, far less supple and shiny than Mosilare's—and of course, her hair color was much better now under Miss Mosilare's conditioning, and sometimes it showed a gentle reddish-brown hidden in her veins in the bright sun.

"Hmm!" Mosilaire nodded, and there seemed to be a little envy in his big eyes, he took some of Little Red Riding Hood's hair and handed it to her, "I've never seen such natural and beautiful curls, look at it!" Oh, my God! ”

Little Red Riding Hood took her hair and leaned forward to take a closer look—whether it was just a coincidence, her ponytail that had accidentally spread out had begun to roll up naturally in the long heat, and the supple red hair had taken on a large wavy shape, adding a lot of tenderness and brilliance to the young girl, making her look really lovely and warm.

Mosilaire, on the other hand, was obviously far from such good fortune—because her ponytail was tied more tightly, so that only a few strands were curled at the ends of her hair—and if others were willing to take a magnifying glass to look closely, they would have been able to see some of them.

As the two young ladies walked out of the mechanical platform shoulder to shoulder, Little Red Riding Hood's beautifully curled hair naturally attracted her friends who were willing to wait for a long time because of their concern - Anya jumped up and down in front of her sister and shouted that she wanted to make her hair as beautiful as Little Red Riding Hood - of course, the stupid girl's round face was torn out of shape by her sister.

Seeing this, Winnie quickly swallowed the words that came to her lips again—fortunately, she was half a beat slower—and it was fine.

Winnie seems to be equally adept at learning from her partner's lessons—much like her dear sister Mosilaire.

The peaceful days were a few days away from the sweet smell of steamed corn and roasted sweet potatoes, and the pervasive and disturbing psychic shockwaves had long since dissipated, as if they had been completely extinguished in the explosion of that day.

If nothing else, the colonists of the fringe colonies will not have to worry about strong whispers erupting from the depths of the soil at any time.

It was only as time went on, and the last bit of autumn was hidden in the fluttering leaves and wilted dead grass, and the temperature of the plains dropped dramatically in just a few days, sometimes even below zero on a deep night – outside, of course, in a cold wind.

And since Bender had heated most of his bedrooms and main rooms two days ago, the colonists of the fringe colonies had been able to envelop themselves in a pleasant, rare warmth at all times.

While it takes a lot of electricity to keep the multiple heaters running, it's nothing for the marginal colonies that are currently quite rich in power generation - especially the towering pulsed batteries that line up in two large rooms are fully charged - and it's great to be able to trade the extra electricity that is not ready for use for the time being for the lovely warm breeze blowing from the vents compared to the cold wind outside!

In addition to the construction of the more important heating system that has been completed, Mosilaire and his companions are also planning to strengthen and increase the protective wall of the base to ensure that this stone wall, which is important to prevent zombies from entering the base and wreaking havoc, will not only be more stable and reliable, but also show some role in defending against the robots and pirates.

With the advice and consent of their friends, Mosilaire and Bender decided to build a platform around the wall in the coming weeks with the wood they had recently collected, and to add some sharp thistles on top of it—if the greedy fool pirates dared to climb over the 2-meter-high wall, these dense nails of sharp "treasures" would make them fleshy and painful.

However, there may not be much steel and stone left after the completion of this project to strengthen the base's defenses, and if the colonists of the fringe colonies don't want the warehouses to be empty and echo harshly, they should take advantage of the heavy snow to get some steel or other important materials from their neighbors before the plains are completely blocked.