Chapter 642 Preliminary Exploration

Volume 1 Song of the Evil Moon Chapter 642 Preliminary Exploration

Text Chapter 642 Preliminary Study

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Roland slammed the door shut and took two deep breaths.

The snowflakes stuck to him quickly melted into water droplets.

Although he had long understood the impermanence of dreams, this scene still shocked him.

Roland walked to the window of the utility room, and looked out with his head. The outer wall was flat and smooth, with no shadow of the door at all, and no trace of repair.

In other words, the doors were built into the walls as soon as the apartment building was "built," rather than being added later.

So... is it only room 0825 that has such an iron door, or is it true for every resident?

If the other rooms also have doors leading to different dimensions, what will be the scenes they present?

This idea excited Roland.

He went back to the bedroom, rummaged through the closet and found a set of winter clothes to put on. The shriveled down jacket had a lot of hair shedding, and the woolen scarf was split, but he didn't have a better choice at this time.

After putting on these warm clothes in midsummer, Roland suddenly felt as if he was surrounded by a stove, sweat was pouring out continuously, and the temperature in his body rose sharply.

When he came to the iron gate again, he kicked off his flip-flops, put on a pair of green leather overshoes, and pushed the door straight in.

The biting cold wind immediately poured into his body along the gaps in the collar and cuffs, coupled with the sweat that flowed before, he felt extremely sour. Under the combination of cold and heat, he couldn't help but sneezed several times.

Wait, if you keep this door open, wouldn't it be equivalent to having an air conditioner that consumes no electricity at home?

I just don't know how Zero will feel when she sees this scene.

Roland rubbed his nose, looking back, the opening of the door seemed to be connected to a basement half-buried in the slope, and there were many such low-rise warehouses around, obviously all of them were farmers living outside the city Or set up by merchants, usually used to store grain, ale or other sundries. However, there was no one figure stationed around, and the camp seemed to be abandoned.

The scene that surprised him was hundreds of meters behind the slope.

There are obvious boundaries in the world in front of you.

At the end of the field of vision, the snow-covered soil slope was cut off in the middle, and the broken rocks floated in the air, as if they had lost gravity. Farther away, there was a frenzied whirlwind and endless darkness. Occasionally, a scarlet lightning flashed across , illuminating the border area, but even so, the darkness is bottomless.

Although this scene is frightening, it is extremely magnificent. If you have to describe it, it is like an isolated island floating in the void. The border stretches along the mountains until it disappears in the snow. There is no doubt that there must be such a boundary at the other end of the holy city, but it is too far away for him to see for the time being.

This is Zero's remaining memory fragment?

Roland didn't dare to go to the border to see what happened. Whether it was the strong wind tearing the gravel or the lightning piercing the sky, they all revealed a dangerous atmosphere. He didn't immediately go to the holy city either. Looking from here, it would take at least half an hour to reach the city. If he walked in the ankle-deep snow, it would only be slower. He should be more prepared.

Afterwards, Roland visited the outskirts of the camp.

Whether it was basements, houses or tents, there was no life in the entire camp, and all the residents seemed to have disappeared.

This scene is a bit like the battlefield of the soul, just using memory as the background stage.

Based on this inference, there should be no one in the holy city.

Although there are no traces of life activities, there are many things in the warehouse, and they seem to be frozen in the moment when the memory is stripped.

For example, the grapes in Roland's hand.

He found it in a small basement next door. The iron lock on the door couldn't stop him at all, so he went back to the house and found a wrench, and he could just unscrew it together with the door bolt. There are many foods stored in it, including cured dried meat, fish fillets, wheat... and a small half box of grapes.

It looks very fresh, and it should have been transported from the old holy city below the plateau. If you take one off and put it in your mouth, you can still feel its icy sweetness.

The biggest achievement came from the fact that he found a small iron box from the hidden compartment in the basement. It was not that he observed carefully enough, but that the hidden compartment hidden in the wall itself was in an open state, and there was even a burning oil lamp beside it. , as if someone happened to disappear without a trace when depositing something, leaving only the unclosed grille and the half-exposed iron box.

There were a dozen or so golden dragons and a few clear gems in the box, which were of high quality at first glance, so Roland put them into his pocket without hesitation.

After confirming that the items in the memory fragment could be brought into the apartment, he immediately got busy.

After tossing in the snow for nearly two hours, Roland moved valuable things into the house little by little, including a lot of food and a small amount of ordnance, such as iron armor, short swords and light crossbows. The former can save food expenses, while the latter Maybe it can be sold online.

He didn't lock the iron door until the utility room was packed to the brim.

The feeling of picking up junk is simply amazing.

He couldn't help but want to laugh out loud at the thought of the entire holy city for him to search in the future.

Now let alone living expenses, getting rich overnight is not a problem.

Panting, Roland took off his clothes and was about to drink some water when a strong sense of dizziness suddenly came to his mind.

what happened? He took two stumbling steps, and before he reached the coffee table, he felt his field of vision turned upside down, followed by a bang, and darkness enveloped him.

When he woke up again, Roland found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom, his whole body sore, as if he had gone through a marathon.

The city outside the shutters was already covered by night, and it was obvious that he had been in a coma for more than an hour or two.

It was probably due to being too exhausted, coupled with the heat stroke caused by the alternating stimulation of cold and heat, he thought to himself, he should really take a nap before going.

But to his surprise, his body didn't feel weak at the moment. Apart from the soreness, it was full of energy, as if a heat current was circulating in the body continuously, and wherever it went, the touch became extremely sharp.

At this moment, Roland felt the small breath coming from the pillow.

He turned his head slightly, and saw Zero lying beside him.

She held a wet towel in her hand, half of her cheeks were illuminated by the moonlight, her thin eyelashes trembled slightly, and her back slowly rose and fell along with her breath.

Probably because the room was too stuffy, her dress was soaked with sweat, and her arms were also covered with fine beads of sweat, and at the same time exuded a unique sour smell of sweat.

Apparently the little girl dragged him from the living room into the bedroom, and at the same time did the most basic cooling treatment. He smacked his mouth, and there was still a smell of Huoxiangzhengqi water in his mouth.

How on earth did she pour the potion in?

Looking at Jieluo's defenseless sleeping position, Roland shook his head helplessly, sat up quietly, hugged her to the bed, and went back to the living room lightly. Since she cares so much about the cleanliness of the room, she will definitely not be happy not to take a shower Just go to sleep, just throw it on the bed first, and wipe the mat tomorrow.

It was dirty enough anyway.

Lying on the sofa, he found that the soreness was gradually fading away, while the heat flow in his body became more and more obvious.

Roland realized that it was not an illusion.

But something indescribable.

He touched the pocket of his trousers, found a golden dragon brought out from the memory fragment, and held it in his hand.

The heat flow condensed in the palm of his hand according to his wishes.

Roland clenched his fist tightly, and when he let go, the golden dragon had been folded into a half moon shape. No pop-up window, timely update!