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In the early morning, the chill of the night still remains, the pale gold sun flutters over the horizon, and on the windowsill favored by the first rays of sunlight, the crystal clear dew slowly falls down the crystal green wires, quietly merging with the earth.

It's another day that I didn't enter the Source Realm.

The familiar ceiling came into view, and I got up and got out of bed with a blank face.

Yesterday's events, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, the more angry I think. So I didn't want to think about it at all, so I pulled out the walkman and headphones in the corner and listened to nursery rhymes for a while. Every time I have negative emotions, I turn them out and listen to the songs. It doesn't matter what's in it, it's just a song. After listening to it for a while, I will basically feel better.

I took off my headphones and put away my Walkman and headphones. I frowned slightly, feeling as if something was wrong.

I took a closer look at the tabletop and flipped through the contents. Well...... Where did the radio go?

I used to praise the beauty of the rain when I was watching the rain, but I couldn't find it.

It shouldn't be. I've been putting it on the little table since I took it back from the small farm that day. It hasn't been moved. How could it be gone now?

Asked about other furniture and appliances nearby - but didn't get a helpful answer. Furniture is generally less intelligent and does not interact effectively with life. Electrical appliances lack the means of expression, and not all electrical appliances have the same pronunciation function as radios and robots.

It stands to reason that the TV at home should be the most "all-round" in the home,There is a picture display function and an broadcast function。 But it strikes all year round and sleeps badly, and I can't do anything about it. I remember a few years ago, I occasionally put something good for me, but now I lie flat and don't want batteries.

The black cat doesn't even have to think about it, and it definitely doesn't know either.

But this radio has no legs and no feet, where can it go? Could it be that during my absence, a Buddhist practitioner passed by and turned my radio into a robot? Isn't that?

Damn, how can this kind of come one after another.

I haven't used the radio a few times!

Forget it, it's not a big deal. Gritting my lower molars, I went out with the black cat.

The monitoring of the small farm is not in a hurry to check for the time being, the camera automatically stores for a long time, and it has only been one night, and it may not have captured anything. I'm going to check back in a few days.

Today, let's take a brief look at the building debris outside the house.

There is no ownerless shadow hiding and wandering outside the house. My shadow is a sign of security. My shadow has always had no presence, and it is very well-behaved. I think it's mainly because the black cat has always been by my side, and my shadow has been influenced by it and has become ...... Very...... Very introverted.

Well.

The neon lights scattered around the fragments of the building have long since dimmed, but they can still be seen in their former colors. There were some strange words printed on the billboards, such as "casino opening", "chess and cards", "alcohol" and so on.

I don't really understand it, but I don't feel like a good thing.

Wine - Wine I know. A strange drink is a translucent liquid made from rare plants in the wasteland by some means - it could be a different color, depending on the treatment. I didn't try it because I had tried to make juice from the berries of the low bush before – it didn't taste good. I don't think the wine should be good, too. I've heard that it can also make people feel strangely intoxicated. I don't know why the people of the Holy City would like this kind of thing.

I walked around the large building, but couldn't find a place to get in. I had to climb up a certain inclined wall, touch a window, and smash it with a hammer to get in.

It was dark inside, and the light coming in from outside was not enough to illuminate. But it doesn't matter, I bring a lot of light bulbs with me to withstand this kind of consumption. I stood firm on the sloping ground and smashed a light bulb in front of me.

The light bulb shattered in response, emitting a piercing wail, and at the same time bursting into a blinding light, scattering the slurry and illuminating a sizable area. This lighting would last for a few minutes, which was more than enough for me to come for the purpose of exploration.

Looking at the current situation in this room, I should be standing on the ceiling.

The fragments of the building were probably turned over nearly half a circle, and all the furniture inside fell from the floor to the ceiling, and most of them were broken and unpresentable. Right now, it may be stimulated by the light, and occasionally twitch a few times.

"It doesn't look like a house." I analyze the scene, Dao. The "ground" was littered with wine bottles, glass shards, dice, and the like, and it didn't look like a place to live.

The Holy City Mutation occurred in the middle of the night, when normal people should have slept in their own homes. It looks like an entertainment venue at the moment, which explains why there is no one in it. Well...... And even if there were, it was probably a robot.

I looked up at the bar on the "ceiling", calculated the height, jumped up, grabbed the edge of the bar with one hand, supported the sloping wall with the other, and climbed up with both hands and feet. I cautiously pulled open the drawer at the bar, which contained some pen and paper items. I pulled out a few more, and finally found something that looked like a ledger.

Anyway, why isn't this place locked......

The thick pile of ledgers records the income of this place, called "Blue and White Bar", from the beginning of its creation to the previous few days. The earliest days, the days when the Blue and White Bar was founded, were about 80 years ago.

Eighty years ago, this meant that the Holy City was at least eighty years old. And "some kind of upheaval" in the Source Realm happened about a hundred years ago, and after that, the Wasteland World was created - so the Holy City was born almost immediately after the birth of the Wasteland World.

I've noticed that the chronology used in the ledger seems to be different from the chronology in the lab diary I've seen in the Source Realm, one is a four-digit year and the other is a year calculated almost from zero - maybe the time of the store's birth?

I prefer the chronology of the Holy City, which begins at the time of its birth. If this is the case, then the Holy City's existence will have to be pushed back a few years, closer to the time node of the birth of the wasteland world.

Considering the "transcendental" status of the Holy City among the other cities, which refers to the "pilgrimage" of the leader and other towns, the Holy City should have a different status and importance than the other towns throughout the event.

So what really happened in the Holy City that night? Was it an accident, or was there a connection to what I was doing in the Source Realm?

The timeline is gradually becoming clearer, but there are still many things that are not clear.

I jumped off the bar and fell to the ground. The light from the light bulb shattering was almost gone. With the last bit of light, I stepped over the "high threshold" to another room and smashed a new light bulb.

There doesn't seem to be much new.

Navigating back and forth through the various "sloping spaces surrounded by walls" is a unique experience. After paying the price of a few more light bulbs, I finally found something that had some value—the currency of the Holy City.

It's that weird black round lump. There's a big box here—maybe what's going on here?

Since the box wasn't found at the counter or somewhere the money should have been stored, I suspected that it was brought in by a guest for some private transaction—one of the few movies I've seen before.

Both the chest and the currency are useful to me. Perhaps the currency can be used in other towns in the future, after all, with the status of the Holy City, other towns may also be able to accept the official currency of the Holy City? The box is a great tool to carry around. It just so happens that the backpack I sewn out of cloth is also coming to an end, so I can consider bringing this box with me on my next trip.

I was about to go out, but I found a more serious problem - I was lost.

This building fragment is neither big nor small, but it is "slanted...... The way I came, I can't jump back when I come down.

And I found the window in the annex room, though - but the window was dirt. The lower part of the house was planted under the wasteland......

Wow, it's a bit of a hassle.

The black cat was playing with the shadows outside and didn't bring it in. If she's around, maybe she'll be able to take me through the wall - I think she seems to be able to go through the wall?

Damn, I still want to learn.

With great difficulty, I found some miscellaneous items piled up under the passage and put them up, barely able to drag the boxes step by step along the way back to the entrance. By this time the sun was almost setting - the cold had begun to appear in droves on the moor.

Luckily, it was only about 100 meters from my hut, so I quickly dragged the box and the black cat back inside, and quickly locked all the doors and windows to prevent the cold from entering.

The cold that few of them had wandered in was melted away by the heat and light of the furnace I lit afterwards.

The black cat seemed to have a good time, lazily lying on the edge of the stove, and from time to time inhaled a few puffs of black smoke emitted by incomplete combustion of debris.

I pushed the box to the table and put it away, and I couldn't help but yawn as I looked out the window at the stars.

Well, I'm a little sleepy. Today, I've been busy in the debris of the building for almost a whole day, and I can't stand it.

And it's not a problem that the building fragments are always pestle, and it always feels like ruining the cosy and peaceful atmosphere around my house. Looking for a chance to clean it up?

I lay on the bed and thought carefully about the amount of work and feasibility of this project, and then I felt that this kind of thing could only be imagined in a dream. I'm about to smash all the pieces of a building and throw it away or bury it, and I guess I'll have to swing a hammer there for the next six months.

Well, let's go to the small farm tomorrow and check out today's footage. Let's see which careless one has ruined my farm.

The cold wind howled outside, and the cold released their energy wantonly on the wasteland. The starlight hung softly from the sky, as if a thin veil had been draped over all things in the wasteland. With the soft ticking of the clock, I sank into a dreamland surrounded by wool.

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