The fog has gradually invaded the Second Waterway. The hazy and chaotic fog is floating near the ceiling of the sewer corridor like a veil. It feels as if the deep and heavy roofs have disappeared, and the Second Waterway is being replaced by the "sky" Gradually engulfed.
The short old man, wrapped in an old coat, walked quickly in this strange and silent sewer corridor - decades of time had eroded his body, and he had not been able to move as quickly as this for many years in the past. , but for some reason, today, at this moment, he felt his body became lighter again, as if youth had returned to this body, and the pain in the joints and the weakness in the muscles had disappeared.
He walked faster and faster, and the big wrench in his hand was no longer as heavy as it was at the beginning. He quickly passed through the corridors and forks in his memory, heading towards a direction that he could not remember, but was extremely familiar. Running with persistence.
He wanted to catch up with the main force, because the time to gather was almost here.
A piece of collapsed rubble suddenly blocked the old ghost's path.
"There's no way... there's no way?" The old man stopped, looking at the collapsed rocks in front of him in astonishment and muttering to himself. Chaotic memories were randomly reorganized in his mind, trying to explain the collapse of the area. existence, he seemed to recall some——
Oh, it's explosives. The guards detonated the explosives buried in the corridor after retreating through the connecting shaft, so that they could block the rebels who invaded the sewers.
But no, not entirely right. This collapsed place seemed to be not only blocking the rebels. Many years ago, when the young soldier lit the explosives... the corridor collapsed, blocking something else...
The old ghost stood blankly in front of the blocked corridor, then bent down and used the big wrench in his hand to hit the rocks in front of him, mumbling indistinctly.
This road should be open, it must be open, otherwise I won't be able to reach the gathering place, but it collapses, what should I do? A wrench cannot fix a collapsed stone…
A hazy mist suddenly appeared in the field of vision. The old ghost who was pounding the stones raised his head blankly and subconsciously took half a step back. He saw strands of mist escaping from the gaps in the stone piles, slowly. Slowness filled the entire corridor and filled his field of vision.
He heard distant murmurs and roars coming from the fog, and then a hoarse voice seemed to shout - "Is this reasonable?!
But no one appeared in the fog. As the fog drifted, the old ghost only saw the collapsed gravel blocking the road suddenly disappearing.
The originally blocked corridor became a thoroughfare again. The gas lamps embedded in the opposite wall gave off a dim light. Deep in the chaotic corridor, you could vaguely see the black mud that seemed to have dried for decades. In the same place. Sleeping quietly in the dry drainage canal.
"The road is open... As long as the road is open..."
The old ghost was in a trance for a moment, as if he wanted to think about why those collapsed rocks suddenly disappeared, but soon, this question disappeared from his confused and entangled memory, and he stepped forward without hesitation, stepping on Enter the corridor shrouded in darkness.
Agatha suddenly raised her head, and the guards, priests, and nuns following her also stopped immediately. Everyone was nervous and wary of any movement in the fog.
"Did you hear footsteps?" After two or three seconds, Agatha suddenly broke the silence and said, "Except
Footsteps outside us. "
"Yes," the accompanying nun nodded slightly, "just for a moment, it was very slight, but the distance was very close, as if..."
This is already the depths of the Boiling Gold Mine. Following the direction pointed out by "Sergeant Brad", Agatha and the team she led arrived at the mine tunnel through the only passage in this direction. And even at this depth, fog is still everywhere.
The lighting system was still working normally, and the dim light illuminated the supports in the mine tunnel and the track structure underfoot. There seemed to be something strange in the interlacing shadows of light and shadow.
Agatha saw two identical support pillars appearing on the opposite side wall - the two support pillars were like mirror images from the surface texture to the stains.
In the other direction, she saw several criss-crossing roof beams stacked together, and the intersections seemed to be fused together.
The accompanying priest in the team raised his lantern and came to one of the strange support structures. After observing nervously, he whispered: "Gatekeeper..."
"I saw it," Agatha interrupted the pastor, her tone still calm, "it's obvious that the fake space is overlapping with our real world."
"The space where the fake is located?" one of the guards subconsciously repeated.
Agatha was suddenly silent for a moment, as if she felt the annoying trance again, then she raised her hand and rubbed her forehead: "Yes, all fakes should come from an abnormal time and space, and now various evidences show that this abnormal time and space It is gradually getting closer to our real world, maybe... maybe we can call it a 'mirror,')
Cold, boundless cold, as if you were in an extremely cold corridor, and the blood in your veins had already lost heat.
But the next second, this strange feeling disappeared, and the illusion of being in a cold and lonely corridor disappeared. She was in a daze for a moment, and saw her loyal subordinates still surrounding her, with the light of lanterns and gas lamps. Quickly dispelling the chill remaining in his consciousness.
"...Is it because there is not enough time...or is it because it is too close..." Agatha muttered to herself subconsciously.
The nearby subordinates did not hear her murmur.
A guard soldier was raising a lantern to look around, and suddenly he seemed to find something: "There is a person lying down here!
Agatha quickly came back to her senses, with a straight expression on her face, and hurried to the place where the soldier found her.
A soldier wearing the equipment of the city-state's elite guard fell in the mine tunnel, looking like he had been dead for a long time.
He wears a black combat coat with a metal breastplate and steam-powered arm guards on the outside. He carries a steam backpack behind his back and wears a thick breathing mask on his face.
Agatha bent down, wiped away the blood on the nameplate on the warrior's chest with her fingers, and stared at the name quietly for a few seconds.
"It's Sergeant Blade." She broke the silence softly.
Agatha was silent for a moment.
The situation was as she judged. A real Sergeant Brad fell in this mine tunnel, and his replica appeared under the influence of thick fog in front of the church troops who were exploring below - the fake was fake. , the information is true.
"There are bodies here too!"
Soon, another defender warrior who was exploring forward raised his lantern high and issued a call in the distance.
More corpses appear in the next mine tunnel.
Agatha quickly led the team forward, and found more and more war dead deep in the mine tunnels-all of them were the city-state's elite guards and close soldiers of the Consul Winston.
The causes of death range from wounds caused by sharp blades to blunt injuries caused by heavy blows, and even gunshot wounds.
Near these corpses, Agatha and her men also found dried black mud. If the mud were pieced together into human beings, the number would probably far exceed that of the Guard soldiers who died in the battle.
"...a fierce battle that lasted for a long time. This unit encountered an enemy that far outnumbered itself in the mine tunnel. However, they continued to advance hundreds of meters during the battle...most of the soldiers had already been killed. bullets, and in the end they fought with bayonets and steam mitts.”
Agatha inspected the nearest corpses, making judgments based on the traces left on the corpses and the situation at the scene. At the same time, thoughts were also emerging in her mind.
A growing uneasiness.
There were many fallen warriors, and the team led by Winston Archon was obviously in a bad situation, and this battle may have broken out a few hours ago - so long ago, is the Archon still alive?
As if in response to the uneasiness in her heart, a defender soldier who was opening the way in front of the team suddenly stopped.
"Gatekeeper, there is no way ahead!"
"Is there no road ahead?" Agatha was startled and immediately stood up and walked forward.
The team arrived at the end of the mine tunnel, but there was only a flat and solid wall in front of them, and there was no way. But this was obviously not normal.
Agatha quickly looked back in the direction she came from, and saw the dead Guard soldiers lying quietly in the darkness, and among these corpses, there was no sign of Archon Winston.
"There is only one way," Agatha immediately shook her head, "And based on the traces left at the scene, I don't think Archon Winston has a chance to find another way here with the remaining guards."
The pastor frowned: "But it's blocked here.
Agatha ignored it, turned around, and slowly walked towards the flat and solid wall.
After a moment's hesitation, she reached out her hand and tried to touch the wall.
Her fingers sank directly into it.
