There was fog everywhere, and the whole world seemed to have sunk into a pool of chaotic gray and white fluid, and everything in sight blurred the boundaries in this fog, the city in the distance, the road in the near distance... It's all ambiguous.

Just by being active underground for a while, the scene on the surface has completely changed to something that I don't recognize.

Agatha, who had hurried back to the surface from the second waterway, stood at the exit of the traffic station, looking at the street with some dismay, and now there were no pedestrians on the road at all, and under the thick fog, even the nearby street lamps were only a hazy glow floating in the air, except that only some dark red lights could be seen moving slowly in the fog, interspersed with the sound of the steam mechanism running—the warning light above the head of the steam walker flickering.

"The city-state guards and sheriff's forces have rushed to various intersections, and now there is no movement between the districts, all civilian vehicles are prohibited from the road, and people who cannot return to their homes in time are arranged to take refuge nearby," a church pastor who came to meet him reported to Agatha, "Most of the night shelters are full, and we can only cooperate with the security services to divert people to churches, warehouses and the nearest subway station."

Speaking of this, the priest paused and sighed heavily.

"Ahh Originally, more people could have taken refuge in places like libraries, but now the places where the books are piled up are starting to erode, and all the stacks are locked down...... The fog rises just in time for most of the factories in the city-state to change shifts, and too many people are far from their homes."

Agatha didn't respond, just slowly withdrew her gaze from the street and looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

Heavy clouds and fog in the city-state obscured the sky, and the sky was dim as dusk, and the shadow of the sun could not be seen in the chaotic canopy.

"It's daytime······ She whispered. "Yes, it's daytime, but this weird fog may be interfering with the power of the sun," the priest's face was solemn with a hint of nervousness, "and that's what the erosion in the library is because ......of this."

"Nothing can interfere with the power of the sun during the day - as long as Vision 001 hangs in the sky, even if the clouds block the sunlight and the whole city is as dark as night, the power of the sun will not be diminished," Agatha shook her head slightly, "In my opinion, this dense fog is not the cause, it may just be a phenomenon caused by a larger crisis,...... What is the situation on the mountain?"

"The cathedral is now crowded," the priest said quickly, as several steam walkers with warning lights on clicked into the open space near the exit of the traffic station, and between the walkers was a car with a church flag, "Here comes the car to pick you up, let's go back to the hill first, and then talk on the way."

Agatha and the priest got into the car, the steam walker glowing into the fog, and on the barely illuminated road, the car sped off and drove much slower than normal to the cathedral at the top of the hill.

"When the fog rose, there were still many prayers and tourists stranded on the mountain, and the cathedral sheltered everyone as much as possible, and if it was really impossible to take in, it was arranged in the old church museum next to it, and the town hall also arranged shelters, so it was not left outside," In the car, the priest continued to report the situation to Agatha, "Archbishop Ivan has stabilized the situation so far, and has not allowed panic to spread in the church, he has been using psionic communication to keep in touch with churches around the city-state since just now, so far, There have been no pollution ······ caused by mass panic."

A low roar of machinery came from outside the window, and Agatha turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound had come from.

She saw several long aerial guides stretching out from above the mountain road, through the thick fog, pointing into the distance, towering support towers holding the tracks like giants, and a pitch-black cargo hold hanging from one of the tracks, roaring towards the depths of the fog, and the red warning lights around the cargo bay flickered in the fog like many eyes.

It was the transportation system of the boiling gold mines, and the raw boiling gold mined from the mines was transported to the crushing, sorting plants and furnaces at the foot of the mountains through huge crates and mountain tracks.

「······ The mine track is still running?" Agatha was surprised

Turning his head, he looked at the pastor on the side, "Didn't the workers evacuate?"

At the same time, what came to her mind was what she had seen in the depths of the earth not long ago, the ancient mine tunnels that had been depleted decades ago.

"The workers must have taken refuge," the priest replied, looking surprised when he saw the rail crate, but replied in the affirmative, "The Mine Church has confirmed. Now it may be the last batch of raw ore sent from the excavation area, which should be automatically arranged by the differential machine - you know, the boiling gold raw ore that comes up is sent away after a period of time in the stockpile, and the machine will just follow the ...... when it is set on the program tape."

An unsettling roar suddenly came from the other side of the fog, interrupting the priest's sworn words, and everyone's eyes instantly looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see another pitch-black cargo car speeding towards the other end of the air track—on the same track as the cargo compartment that had just skimmed over the mountain road.

"I'm going to crash!!"

The priest only had time to let out an exclamation, and the earth-shattering impact had already occurred, and the two freight trains slammed into the air track, making a terrifying roar and explosion, the side cover of the cargo compartment was torn, and the shimmering golden ore poured down the hillside like a torrential rain, and then, with the violent swaying of the two freight trains on the track, the power wheel and the auxiliary wheel fell off, the axle broke, and the unrecognizable car fell into the valley with flickering sparks and smoke.

A piece of wreckage that fell from the sky almost grazed the roof of Agatha's car and smashed it on the side of the road.

Before the people in the car could react, another tooth-aching and terrifying sound of metal tearing came from high in the air again.

The air track that had been subjected to severe impact was twisting and deforming, and sparks flew from the top of one of the iron towers that supported the track, and the tight steel beams and steel cables crackled and broke, and then an entire section of the track fell directly from above!

"Get out of the way!"

The priest in the car immediately exclaimed, and before he could speak, the convoy was already dodging the falling departs from the sky—several steam walkers dispersed, and the steam cart in the center of the line sped forward, and after a few thrilling seconds, a terrifying roar came from behind Agatha.

She looked back and saw that the broken track had smashed into the mountain road, completely destroying the main road, and the two steam walkers were blocked opposite the falling object, but fortunately they were not injured - they began to climb the mountain next to them with their long mechanical arthropods, white high-pressure steam gushing out from the gaps in the armor plates, merging with the surrounding fog.

"Walkers two and four won't be able to pass, they should be preparing to climb the trail up to make a detour back to the cathedral, we won't have to wait for them," Agatha glanced back, quickly judging and commanding, "Keep going."

"One Shot at a Time······ The pastor on the side couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "I almost hit my head."

Agatha did not speak for a moment.

Was it an accident just now? Still is...... Malicious?

Why is there a train of warehouse cars traveling in opposite directions on the mine tracks that are supposed to be one-way bicycles?

The workers of the mine have gone to evacuate at this time, and the operators of the track system will theoretically go to evacuate after the last train has been set up...... The last step of the cargo compartment on the track has a safety lock, and if there are other warehouses on the track, the train will never depart······ The differential machine controls this process, and a normal differential machine is infallible, and the gears and levers will faithfully execute the program set on the perforated paper tape, and there will be no wavering between the metal meshes.

"There may be a problem with the mine's differential machine..." Agatha said as if talking to herself.

And it's probably not just the mine's differential machine that could go wrong - if the library could be corrupted by cults in broad daylight, the scope and urgency of the mutation would be beyond anyone's imagination.

The sound of alarm bells in the distant streets was ethereal, the chaotic cold wind ran through the empty cemetery, the thick fog shrouded everything in sight, and in this indissolvable fog, there seemed to be countless muffled murmurs overlapping and echoing, like the restless restlessness of the dead.

The silence of the cemetery was broken by the sound of the bolt safety being opened, the faint glow of a lantern dispelled the shadows in the fog, and the old man with a rickety back clutched the loyal and reliable double-barreled shotgun, and stood on the path like an alert sentry, staring at the neatly arranged coffins in the fog.

The murmuring was an illusion, at least for now, the coffins were still honestly on the morgue, and the people in the coffins were still lying honestly - but the strange atmosphere in the air could not hide the perception of the veterans.

He knew that something was happening, and that it was absolutely impossible for the cemetery to settle down today - some of the "occupants" he had "cared for" were gradually waking up.