The white sunlight poured down and fell on the hexagonal city, gilding most of the ruins with a layer of white.

In the empty city, on the abandoned street, a blond man in a gray robe walked slowly. From time to time, he looked around left and right, constantly stepping over the stalls of construction waste blocking the road, and some inexplicable deep pits on the ground, each of which looked like white pockmarks, which could be seen everywhere on the city streets.

The streets are lined with gray-and-white houses and shops, and occasionally a hotel-like building with broken stone sculptures on either side of the eaves.

The doors and windows of all the buildings are dark and hollow, constantly exuding a cool cold wind.

The blonde man's leather boots stomped on the ground, and the fine stones were crushed and cracked.

He walked alone on the street, his gaze moving quickly from side to side, but the pupils in his eyes were not in focus.

After walking some distance, the man crossed two blocks and walked onto a gray-white stone arch bridge.

The fence on the right side of the bridge had been smashed by something, and only a small half remained. Below is a dry riverbed with a black bottom covered with fine grass.

"Not a single survivor found?" the man slowly walked up the arched bridge, a look of confusion on his face.

After he was separated from the others, he went to the museum alone to get what he wanted, the brindle crystal. I thought that no matter how I could encounter a few monsters, I didn't expect to see a single monster.

"Garon! Rumble," Angel's shouts and echoes were heard in the distance.

Garon looked to the left, far away from the riverbank. Angel and Vicky were walking along the riverbank. Both of them were wearing bright red leather armor, which looked like two small red dots that were very clear.

The shouts echoed in the empty city, echoing in bursts.

"Did you find it?" Angel's voice came from afar.

Garon raised his hand and swung it from side to side. Indicates that there is none.

Angel also seemed to feel that shouting like this would easily provoke the monster, so she kept silent and stopped shouting. Instead, he gestured in the direction of the river bank in the distance. It means she's going there.

Garon understood what she meant, and pointed in his own direction.

The two greeted each other and continued on their respective heads.

Across the stone bridge, there was a gloomy street in front of me, and the cold wind blew some leaves on the ground rolling and making a hissing sound.

The side of the road. A row of withered plane trees was planted, and there were few leaves to be seen, only some dry leaves remained on the ground.

Garon walked slowly. It seems to be very slow, but in fact, each step takes a large distance, the same speed as the average person running.

He looked left and right around his surroundings, and the streets were mostly lined with clothing stores and jewelry stores. A lot of women's clothes and jewelry are placed inside. Some of the clothes racks had collapsed in half, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the luxurious fabrics.

In the middle of the road ahead, a bronze statue of a child peeing appeared in the middle of the road, and below it was a circular pool of water. The pond was completely dry, and the bottom of the parched gray pond had accumulated many withered yellow sycamore leaves.

Garon walked to the edge of the pool and reached for a sycamore leaf, the yellow leaf like a yellow claw. Arch upwards and curl up.

With a slight pinch, the leaves suddenly smacked. It was simply shattered into many pieces like pieces of paper.

Garon took his hand to his nose and sniffed it gently, and a dry and dehydrated smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils.

"What is it that makes so many people in this city leave here? But the collapse of the watchtower outside suggests that there was definitely a fight here. ”

Confused, he threw away the fragments in his hand and crossed the sculpture pool.

Passing through the block, on the right side of the front, a large square covered with dead leaves appeared in front of Garon.

The square is oval-shaped, with three different stone sculptures in the middle, namely three unicorns with sharp horns, posing with their hooves raised and neighing. There are faint cracks on the snow-white body.

A long flower bed was built on the edge of the square as a lace, and there were no colorful flowers in it except for the black soil.

Garon looked beyond the square, and a little further ahead, he saw a somewhat foggy rectangular building.

Like a simple long white box, there is a black stone pillar standing at intervals around the building, and it seems to have some pattern engraved on it.

Garon quickened his pace and walked towards the building.

Walking to the front of the building, there is a triangular fountain in front of the gate, which has long since dried up. Peng Quan divided the road into left and right sides, forming an eye shape. On the periphery of the road are two bronze statues of human figures, both identical: a young man holding a book. He seemed to be leading something, turning his head to look behind him, striding forward.

Garon walked around the fountain from the left, walked up to the sculpture, and gently touched the sculpture.

The temperature was very low and cold, like ice cubes, and the texture was a little rough and hard.

He looked at his fingers, and there was a thin layer of black ash on them.

I looked up at the sun. Garon suddenly noticed that the light in the sky seemed to be a little dim. The little warmth that shone on the body before is now gone. Instead, there was a faint chill.

Garon frowned and pulled out the pocket watch in his pocket. On the brass watch, the hour hand points to the 1 position.

"At 1:20 p.m., it's actually cold at this time?" he tightened his gray robe. Strode towards the museum gates.

Outside the museum is a black-clad wooden door, a two-person high door, and the golden keyhole in the middle looks very classy. Two silver-white chains hung from the sea outside the gate, which seemed to bind the gate.

Garon lifted the chain and rubbed his fingers lightly.

Boring!

There was a crisp sound, and the chain snapped in two.

Ripping off the chains, Garon gently pressed his palm on the keyhole. Silently, then with a gentle push.

The keyhole was pushed inside and fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

The door was slowly pushed open and opened to the sides.

It was empty, there was a lot of black ash on the floor, there were many traces of smoke on the walls, many places had been burned and melted, and some metal cabinets had been glued together with coke, and it was so black that it was impossible to tell who was who.

"I'm in trouble," Garon frowned.

He looked straight ahead.

The whole museum can be seen at a glance, and there is a large area of charred black in the middle of the front, and only the Zuihou side seems to have this complete haode exhibit counter. Each of these counters is spherical in shape, separated by transparent crystal glass. There were some shards of glass scattered on the ground around it, and it was very messy.

Garon walked briskly through the large scorched area to the Zuihou booth.

The empty museum reverberated with the sound of his footsteps, echoes echoing through the space, as if someone else was walking behind Garon.

His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered what happened to Lei Lan at night, and his mood suddenly became gloomy. There seemed to be a footstep echoing in the echo, a slightly weaker voice, just behind him. It seemed to be very close to him, following him closely.

Garon jerked his head back and stopped.

There was nothing behind him, and the footsteps stopped.

"Delusion?" he tried to keep his steps as light as he could to keep himself from making a sound.

Suddenly, there was no longer the same hairy feeling as before.

Arriving at the counter, Garon began to inspect the exhibits one by one.

Priceless jewelry, some fine bronzes, old metal boxes, the latest silver pocket watches. All kinds of exotic exhibits are placed on the counter.

Garon skimmed directly over the useless valuables, his eyes wandering, but first he spotted the list of exhibits on the walls at intervals.

The counter numbers of each item are clearly recorded on the list.

Garon glanced at the list and found the counter for the Suno Crown on it: number 28.

He walked over to the haode counter and looked at the numbers on it, all of which were between 270 and 350.

“28”

Garon walked down the counter to the front.

Soon, the 28 counter, which had already melted most of it, was found.

The crystal glass was smoked black, and he placed his five fingers on the surface of the counter, and with a slight force, his fingertips suddenly sank in.

With a click, a large piece of coke mixture was dug out directly by Gareon.

It was empty, and it wasn't completely burned down.

Garon reached in and touched it, grabbed something like a tiara, and pulled it out.

A pure silver crown was suddenly grabbed by him, the crown did not have a trace of variegation, it was completely white, only a water-red diamond-shaped crystal was inlaid in the middle. Simple and atmospheric, but faintly revealing a trace of delicate neatness.

The gemstone is the size of a fingernail, crystal clear and pure. There is not a trace of defects and impurities.

Garon picked up the crown and carefully examined the red crystal in the middle.

"The biggest feature of brindle crystal is that when it is pressed by external forces, its interior will naturally show fine markings. ”

Garon pressed his finger lightly on the red crystal stage.

Suddenly, fine reticulated lines appeared on the top, like countless markings, which were clearly visible.

"That's it. ”

He tucked the crown directly into his pocket.

Then I started to follow the list and search for exhibits that might be needed at other counters.

Many of the counters that were burned down, most of the exhibits inside were not destroyed, but the outside of the counters was burned and melted, and it was more troublesome to take them out. Only a few were really burned down.

In order to prevent the exhibits inside from being damaged, Garon was extremely careful and laborious in his every move.

Minutes and seconds passed. Outside, the sky was getting darker.

Garon reached into a charred counter and fumbled his way.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor outside, and the ground shook violently. It seems to be the footsteps of some behemoth.

"What's that?"

Garon withdrew his hand and tucked a piece of black crystal into his pocket.

Bang bang!

Footsteps were heard again, the ground shook violently, and a large amount of dust continued to fall from the ceiling of the museum. (To be continued......)