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Chapter 42

Makino's consciousness kept falling, half dreaming and half awake, he seemed to have returned to the home of the shelter, lying on the cold wooden floor, and fell off the bed again because of a nightmare, surrounded by darkness, and heard vague and distant voices in his ears The voices of conversation are those who are still busy at night, maybe they are buying and selling in private, maybe they just returned from hunting.

In a trance, he had an illusion that the incandescent lamp on his head was on, and the light shone through the eyelids into the pupils, dispelling his nightmare, and making it clear the moment it was illuminated, with no escape form, cannot be ignored.

Another nightmare.

Makino couldn't tell how many times this happened, he would dream about it almost every day.The content of the dream is very simple, some are the present, some are the past.

Sometimes, he would dream of a huge and desolate world. He was walking on the sandy ground with nothing in it. The sun was radiating heat wantonly on his head, but he didn’t feel anything. He just walked like this, After countless days and nights, he went to a ruin and found a broken mirror, his gray skin and scarlet eyes were reflected in the cracked mirror.

Then he woke up in a sudden realization, and it turned out that he was a zombie, so he had to be tired.

And sometimes, he would dream that he and his team went to explore the abandoned city to find supplies, and then they were surrounded by countless zombies, and he woke up amidst countless bites.

More often, he would dream of the day when the end came, an ordinary day, an ordinary morning, he woke up from the bed, it was already nine o'clock, but his parents didn't tell him to go to school, his head was swollen and painful , as if every nerve was twitching, Makino left the bedroom and walked into the living room, the room was extremely quiet, he called his parents a few times, but no one answered.

Makino walked towards the master bedroom with some puzzlement, and knocked on the door.

don't open the door.

A strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind, don't open the door, don't turn on the TV, don't open the curtains... This thought was so abrupt, but his heart panicked inexplicably.

Makino didn't move his hand on the doorknob, as if there was some kind of scourge inside, but how could it be, this is his parents' bedroom.

But his hands were trembling, and a layer of sweat came out of his palms, which wet the round metal handle.

Makino clenched the root tightly and turned it at an extremely slow speed. Every time he twisted it, the regret in his heart became stronger.

The door was still open, and his parents were lying on the bed, still covered by the quilt, in an embracing posture.

For some reason, his heart suddenly turned cold. He walked over and touched his mother's hands exposed outside the quilt. Those hands had calluses formed from holding pens all year round. They were a little rough, but they were very warm in his impression. His hand is now as cold as an ice cube.

The parents' eyes were tightly closed, as if they were sleeping, as if they would open in the next second, but he knew that they would never.

Makino burst into tears, and great sadness hit him.

He woke up sobbing, the pillow was already soaked.

Only very rarely would he dream about the past, or go out with friends and classmates, play ball, play games, eat fried chicken, or have dinner with his parents at home, watch cross talk, and hear interesting stories. The place laughed.

But often in the end, the dream will turn into a nightmare, his friends will walk and turn into zombies who only know how to bite, and his parents will fall to the ground without breathing and motionless.

The surrounding air seemed to be stuck together, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He heard a vague sound in his ears again, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and the lights above his head lit up, shining directly into his eyes.

too bright.

Makino wanted to shake his head to get rid of the light, but he couldn't move his head.

There was a conversation next to his ear, which became more and more noisy, as if it was right next to his ear, so loud that Makino couldn't sleep.

He opened his eyes, or more accurately, his pupils began to focus, and his brain began to work again, analyzing the perceptions from all over the body.

And his eyelid was being pushed open by a hand, and there was a light shining on it. Seeing that he had regained consciousness, the owner of the hand quickly put away the light and let go of his eyelid. A worried voice sounded above his head. .

"You finally woke up. The scan results showed that everything was normal, but you didn't wake up for a long time. I thought..."

Makino blinked, his memory came back, he remembered what happened before.He rubbed his temples, lifted his head from Faovera's lap, sat up with his hands on the ground, and found that he was in a magnificent hall, not the place just now.

"Have I been in a coma for a long time?"

Faovilla's light blue eyes were full of worry and self-blame. Hearing Makino's question, he shook his head and said in a soft voice, "It's not long, only 13 minutes."

"We were swallowed by the vortex and came here. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I don't feel anything, don't worry, really." Makino turned sideways and hugged Faovilla with his arms around him, and said lightly, "I'm really fine, but I'm refreshed."

Faovera lowered her eyes, wrapped her arms around Makino, and hugged her tightly, "It's all my fault, it's my fault."

"That's not true." Makino hurriedly interrupted him, "Don't talk nonsense, what does this have to do with you."

Faovera's tone was heavy and depressing, and his tone was calm and terrifying. "If I hadn't insisted on exploring the source of the distress signal, I wouldn't have hurt you..."

"No!" Makino interrupted Faovera again. He got out of his arms, moved a little away, and stared into Faovera's eyes, "Look at me, Faovera, I It’s fine, I’m not injured, maybe it’s just...a sudden teleportation, my body wasn’t used to it, so I took a rest, I’m really fine, I’m very energetic now.”

"And even if it is to blame, then I am also responsible. If I hadn't insisted on coming, nothing would have happened. So I have to bear half of the blame."

"But..." Faovera opened her mouth in a low voice, before she could finish her sentence, Makino blocked her mouth.

Makino bit his lip lightly, "No but, don't say that you are wrong again."

Vague words overflowed from the lips, "If you really feel guilty, use the things you brought back from Endless Night last time with me again, and I will forgive you."

Faovera sighed inwardly, but said nothing more.

After a while, Makino stood up blushing, scanned the surrounding environment, and found that the palace was too big.

Countless wall lamps are hung on the wall, emitting white light, fully showing the details of the interior of the hall.

The high vaulted dome is covered with colorful murals.

A group of people in platinum robes lined up and bowed down to a big golden-red bird flying in the sky.Many people with blurred faces held up weapons like staffs to face the ferocious herd of beasts, and the tops of those staffs burst out with colorful lights.The huge trees soared into the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and there was a city under the trees, which was extremely magnificent.In addition, there are countless patterns, composed of many exotic flowers and plants, covering the corners of the dome.

The entire dome is supported by twelve giant pillars, and the pillars and the ground are made of the same material, made of white jade, with the patterns of branches and vines outlined in gold and silver, which looks extremely noble and elegant.

There are three doors at the innermost end of the palace, which are closed at the moment. In front of the door is a step. On the left and right of the steps stand two statues, birds like cranes, one with spread wings and one with one foot. Stand with your head pointing forward.

Makino thought for a while and said, "Could this be a relic of some civilization?"

"Very likely." Perhaps because of the accident just now, Faovilla stood where he was, without the slightest intention to explore in front of the hall, even if the optical brain showed that the signal was behind the door, he was unmoved.

"Since it is a ruin, let a professional archaeological team explore it, let's go back."

Makino's eyes fell on the door, and he turned his eyes back when he heard the words, and said doubtfully, "The signal is right in front of us, why don't we go there?"

Faovera grabbed Makino's hand, pulled him behind her, and said with a cold expression: "The distress signal from the ruins of civilization is too suspicious no matter how you look at it. We only have two worms. To be on the safe side, let's not going."

Even if he was a Zerg who broke in by mistake, Faovera would not even hesitate between a stranger and Muye. He had already caused Muye to be in danger once because of his own mistake, and there would never be another one. Second-rate.

Faowira made up his mind and began to look for an exit.

The whole hall was integrated, with three doors engraved with patterns in front of it, white jade walls without seams on both sides, and a whole piece of white jade behind it, without any trace of retreat or exit.

Seeing this, Faovera began to contact No. [-] on the starship, intending to ask for support.

However, Makino was somewhat reluctant. He had never seen this kind of civilization relic, and it looked very mysterious, which made him full of curiosity and wanted to find out.

But Faovera obviously wouldn't agree with his idea. The other party held his hand tightly, let alone exploring the ruins, even if he took a step aside, he wouldn't let it go.

I don't know how deep it is from the ground, and the signal is also intermittent. It is indeed connected to No. [-], but what he said is paused.

"My... distance... is..."

It seems that there is no hope for the starship.

Fortunately, No. [-] is also a combat machine with sufficient firepower. He and Faovera delineated a location and planned to forcibly use artillery fire to create a direct path to the ground.

Makino was a bit sorry for these murals, but he would not refute Faovera's decision. He just stood at a distance to avoid the impact and tugged at Faovera's sleeve, "Then next time we come to explore here, we will come again." Let’s go with the archaeological team.”

Faovera still wanted to refuse, but Makino kept looking at him with pitiful eyes. He hesitated for a long time, "We'll talk about it later."

Makino: Damn it.

Makino: When the time comes, I will definitely have a way to get you to agree.

One of No. [-]'s arms becomes the muzzle, and it emits a light blue light as it accumulates energy;

boom!

The energy from the muzzle collided with a light red formation and dissipated like this.

A crisp and childish voice sounded, full of panic and anxiety.

"Please don't attack!"