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Chapter 919: The Unspoken Sorrow
On the contrary,

My purpose is to hunt them!"

Su Wen rubbed the little girl's hair calmly and gently. He didn't give her too many delicious foods at the beginning because he was afraid that the crowd would be too crowded and the situation would be counterproductive.

But if you follow her to where you live, there's nothing wrong with giving her more food.

Although the little girl seemed very wary, she actually trusted them easily.

Maybe it's the soft bread.

She ran towards her residence with a bag of freshly baked bread in her arms and at a brisk pace.

Just like that, the scene of the tunnel world was completely reflected in Su Wen's eyes:

The Wall of Hercules.

As a transitional area that is deeply integrated with the Abyss, and even because of insufficient purification, most of the border residents cannot directly return to the present world.

This may be their last refuge.

But in the eyes of Su Wen and Jiang Menghan, this place may be a steampunk survival spot that combines despair and hope.

Every place exudes a strong steampunk atmosphere, as if time has been distorted here, and technology and ruins go hand in hand.

Dim light seeped out from the iron pipes arranged in an orderly manner above the three people's heads, barely illuminating the narrow and winding corridor.

The light dances on the mottled walls, casting distorted shadows, like ghosts in an ancient castle, silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.

The air was filled with a damp and slightly musty smell, mixed with the unique stench of engine oil and smelting metal, which made people frown involuntarily.

On the surrounding walls, various mechanical devices and retro steam engines are roaring, driving the ventilation system or maintaining the energy supply of this huge underground city.

These machines emit a low and rhythmic hum, occasionally mixed with a sharp whistle, which is intertwined with the faint sound of groundwater flowing in the distance, forming a depressing and noisy background music.

This sound is both proof of survival and a shackle of imprisonment, reminding everyone living here that they are too far away from the sky, sunshine and freedom.

But even so,
The little girl who finally had a new harvest was still a little childish. She ran towards her small home with the food in her arms, looking so happy that she couldn't hide it:

"I'm back."

And at this moment,
Phyllis's communication finally succeeded in contacting Su Wen.

Although the audio band is very noisy,
But if it comes to communicating across space or even ruins, perhaps in the entire world, as far as Su Wen knows, only his [Dawn System] can do this:

"Hello,

(Zizila) Hello,
Mr. Su Wen, can you hear me? "

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the projection over there?"

Su Wen heard the confusion in Phyllis's words, so he did not ignore it.

When I finally heard his reply,

Miss Watcher seemed to finally feel at ease, and she simply stated everything she had seen in a logical manner.
About three minutes passed.
She explained everything she had seen so far and all the "mistakes", and Su Wen also fell into deep thought for a rare moment:
"you mean:

The historical content inside the projected ruins was actually rewritten by some unknown circumstances?
I don’t know which god did this.”

of course,

He wasn't pretending to be nice to deceive her, after all, this was exactly what he had done before.

But this ability to reconstruct history cannot be told to other people at all, and the impact of this matter is even wider than (Rhine is Su Wen’s pseudonym).

He didn't know whether a seventh-level [God] could do this, but he couldn't expose himself now.

Therefore,
Su Wen simply ignored this and went straight to the point he was more concerned about:
“Is there a possibility that what the relic scholars are restoring is actually normal history?

Or,

They restore history and distort normal time and space perspectives, and they need some kind of 'medium'?
Karl Heinrich Marx once mentioned in his philosophical theory that the world is based on matter. This is why the cosmic background era has undergone five eras of changes.
But many stars or planets have not disappeared or changed, which is why they have left us with countless "relics", "borders" or "other shores".

"medium?"

Phyllis thought about the point he mentioned.

Then, with some hesitation, she said:

"Could it be those crystals?"

Su Wen nodded:

“It’s possible.

But definitely not completely.

According to a previous incident I participated in, led by a relic scholar, although I cannot tell you the details,

But I can tell you for sure:
If they arrange the space station to project the remains, then in addition to the energy anchor point, they will definitely use a key person or symbol as an event anchor point.”

"I'll go look for it,"

just,

At this moment, Miss Watcher seemed to think of something else.
"But what about the huge fleet that's about to arrive?

We won’t be killed.”

Su Wen actually didn't have much experience in how the subsequent fleet landed and how it completely cleaned up the space station.

So he just said:

"I am not sure.

But normally, even if they were projecting ruins, they wouldn't be able to possess such a huge computing power.

So for this, Phyllis, I already have a plan.

You first confirm the energy anchor point

As for those bastards, I will deal with them myself."

At the end, Su Wen even added,
"Old Constance's recent plans are indeed very adventurous. Although I don't know why the old man made such a bold design,
But there is definitely a traitor in your team.
Be careful to hide yourself.

Of course, I also need you to bring him some extremely fatal "false news",
That is the 'most important' part of the plan."

He spoke calmly.

But at this moment, in the deep and dark underground tunnel where steam and rust are intertwined, above the tunnel, dim lights occasionally sway, casting mottled shadows.

In this forgotten corner,

In a small house barely built with scrap metal and broken wooden boards, the little girl who was full of expectations, hugged a hard-earned piece of bread tightly, with an innocent smile on her face.

At this moment, he suddenly let out a shrill wail that seemed to tear his heart and lungs apart.
The voice echoed in the cold tunnel, carrying with it endless sorrow and despair.

When I heard such a painful cry,
Su Wen and Jiang Menghan, who were not far away, exchanged glances instantly.

Then they ran towards the source of the wailing without hesitation, and every step seemed to step on heavy heartstrings, echoing with an ominous premonition.

however,
When they finally rushed to the crumbling door, what they saw was a terrifying scene that chilled their souls:
Deep in a shelter so small that one can barely turn around, the air is filled with dampness and despair,

A child, even younger than the little girl, was lying helplessly in a glaring pool of blood.

But it was hopeless.

His breathing had completely stopped, and even his body was completely cold.

(End of this chapter)