Chapter 306 Returning to Di Lude

North of Diroud City, Railway Station.

In the sound of the whistle, when the smoke from the chimney at the front of the car gradually changed from a slanted line to a vertical line, a girl with brown hair tied in a ponytail, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, walked out of the next few carriages. out.

Stepping on not too high heels, the girl walked out of the platform all the way.

"The spiritual wave hasn't completely disappeared yet?"

The girl stared, a pair of eyes that turned from brown to light green, from dark green to frost blue, and swept across the lampshade hanging on the lamp post outside the train station.

At this time, two men who were dressed in thin trench coats, scarves, and tan wide-brimmed hats, who were quite similar, walked out of the train station side by side.

The girl standing still heard the conversation between the two.

"Why is the smog here so severe!? Isn't there an air cleanliness bill like Arabella's? Is there no limit on factory emissions?" The voice, covering his mouth and nose, seemed a little low.

"No, no, my brother, this is ordinary mist."

"Are you kidding!? Arabella doesn't even have such a big fog in the ocean countries. How could there be here? I'm going back."

"Really, Hude, this is normal fog, it's not smog. I don't know about other cities, but in this city, the Clean Air Act was enacted, and it was enacted with Congobert ten years ago. Yes, under the advocacy of Mr. Greenton, all factories are very standardized. There is also an 'Environmental Protection Association' here, which is also organized by Mr. Greenton. He is a very responsible entrepreneur. I think he will be Di Lu The next mayor of Germany."

The girl looked back.

The situation is getting worse.

The spirit wave is not an ordinary fog. Without the spirit vision turned on, unless you have a high level of inspiration, because you accidentally noticed the existence of the spirit wave, it is impossible to see the fog.

As for Colola County, although there are usually many foggy days, she can be sure that it is not a normal foggy day.

This is the spiritual mist that has not completely subsided, the spiritual tide that has not subsided.

Although it is possible to release the spiritual fog, there is no need to deliberately restrain one's own inspiration, but the thick fog that covers the city is undoubtedly the spiritual fog.

She lightly lifted the fingers of her right hand, and under the skin, the blood that gradually turned frost blue released an astonishing chill to the outside world.

However, the air around her finger did not condense white air, nor did it have much frost.

The air is not humid, let alone so humid that it condenses into fog.

Squinting her eyes, she turned her head to look to the right side, and looked towards the southwest direction of Dilud City.

Glancing at the leather wooden suitcase in her left hand, she did not walk towards the bus stop sign, but towards several hired carriages that had just stopped.

At this time, not far from the entrance of the train station, a homeless man sitting on a bench raised his head, and looked at the back of the girl who was walking towards the hired carriage with a little horror.

Because of the impact of the fog on visibility, he took off the tattered set of clothes as if no one was there, took out a brand new set of clothes from the cloth bag next to him, and put the tattered clothes into it.

After dressing up, he carried the cloth bag containing the tattered clothes and walked towards the train station.

"There is no way to stay in this place, and the crisis alarm can't be stopped wherever we go."

While muttering, while buttoning his top hat on his head, the man walked quickly towards the train station.

Before entering the train station, he took out a pocket watch from the pocket of his windbreaker, and snapped it open.

The men and women around who turned to look at him because of his messy hair and smell all turned their eyes back, as if the man didn't exist.

Even the ticket inspectors and guards at the gate of the train station, as if they didn't see him, let him enter the platform.

He came to Hunter Street in a hired carriage, and when he came to this street that was considered by many people in Dilud City to be a "suburban" street, the carriage stopped.

What is different from the past is that although it is close to evening, there is no dim yellow light at dusk passing through the fog, but it turns directly into the night. It is only 17:00, and it is only 4 hours from 13:00 noon. But it was as dark as it was near seven or eight o'clock at night.

Looking at the environment where the buildings are gradually sparse, the coachman accepted the second half of the fee paid by the girl, looked around, and asked with concern:

"Miss, do you really not need me to take you to the door?"

As a coachman who occasionally drove along the lighted street at night, he knew the law and order of Hunter Street all too well.

In his vision, a few homeless men squatting on the side of the road also got up, obviously noticing that the child was alone.

There are no street lights here at night, even if you go to the cemeteries of several large churches, it will be safer than here.

Is this the daughter or granddaughter of some old woodcutter? Where did you go to work?

The concerned coachman thought.

"No, no need, there is no one there at all."

The girl casually said a reason, then walked away quickly, and gradually disappeared from his sight

But the coachman couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, looked at the few gold and silver coins in his hand, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Although he wanted to take care of it, he didn't have the energy to do it.

In Dilude, just surviving is already doing everything possible.

After hearing the sound of the carriage gradually going away, the girl glanced back, and then sank into the woods without hesitation, throwing off those homeless men with bad intentions at an extremely fast speed.

And the surrounding tree branches that became terrifying as the light dimmed, like hidden monsters, did not affect her in any way.

Running all the way to the southwest, she didn't stop slowly until thirty minutes later, after changing directions several times.

In front of her was an open space.

A huge open space.

Very abruptly, the surrounding trees and flowers did not take root or sprout at all.

Like being cut from a photo, from a painting

No, it's more like being pasted with a picture of a clearing.

However, seeing such a scene, the girl, or Sally Lin, looked even more gloomy.

gone.

The eerie abandoned castle that I saw after following the other half of my body was gone.

Not sure, maybe I just got it wrong.

Sally Lin, whose hair and pupils turned frost blue, put the suitcase in her left hand on the ground and opened it.

The moment the wooden suitcase was opened, there was the sound of chains rattling, and an illusory eyeball full of veins flew up, struggling constantly, trying to break free from the chains.

Sally Lin stretched out her hand and grabbed a piece of the chain.

The next moment, the phantom eyeball stopped moving and fell into the box, and a pattern emerged on the surface of the box.

A pattern like a map.

After looking at the pattern above and trying to write down the pattern, Sally Lin pressed the chain back to the box and quickly closed the box.

When closing the box, her left hand, which had just held the chain, gradually became unreal, and finally disappeared completely.

Seeing this scene, Sallylin took a deep breath, and the frost blue blood flowed out from the "intact" section, and condensed into the shape of the arm again.

When the skin also grew and recovered at an extremely fast speed, she stood up, picked up the box, and headed for a deeper forest.

Until, she saw the debris of corpses all over the place.

Scraps of cloth, clothing, bones, flesh

Also, a small half of the broken pure white mask.