Chapter 885

"In the history I know, first there was rain, then the deadly cold wave."

"For many people, the world seems to be approaching collapse day by day; no one knows what things will turn into."

"Just speaking of the cold wave, at first it was just cold enough to freeze people to death, then it was a blizzard, and finally even the ocean was frozen over."

"We are like characters in some disaster story, and the final ending is to die in the disaster."

Christina opened her lips slightly, wanting to say something to comfort this desperate man.

But she immediately realized that she couldn't say anything to comfort him.

At least he still had family by his side, at least he still had a reason to support him to live on, at least he knew what his ending was like...

And she was nothing but a kite with a broken string, drifting aimlessly in the wilderness, watching the sun that illuminated human civilization gradually set.

The old wooden house fell into silence; apart from the faint sound of breathing echoing in the air, there was only the "pat-pat" sound of snowflakes hitting the window.

The wind and snow continued, the cold wind howled, and when the silence pressed on the heart of everyone present, the man broke it and continued to speak:

"I think you travelers should know this better than I do."

"I don't know where you come from, where you are going, whether you have thought about where you will die, or what the meaning of your journey is."

"But I am different; my life is just like this."

"It's just that I hope... at least my children can live happily in this warm little house until they die of old age, rather than freezing to death in the ice and snow, or dying in some other disaster that might come later."

A father's most simple wish... Alice evaluated in her heart.

But when the end of the world comes and cities are destroyed one by one, the wish for a stable life also seems extravagant.

In this "abnormal" world, there is no longer anything that can be called "normal" or "daily life"...

"After that blizzard, I have been desperately studying the information about the tower passed down by the previous generation."

"I discovered that the tower's influence didn't disappear instantly."

"A tower collapses, and the city it shelters instantly becomes the Outer Realm—that's not how it is."

"It's like us humans; if you break an arm, you can still linger on, but if you don't receive timely rescue, you are destined to die."

"By the time I understood this and mastered the core-related information, the tower's heart was already about to stop beating."

"It was I who rescued it. I can proudly tell you that I am now the chief engineer of this city!"

"... Although this city no longer exists."

Speaking of this, as if he had said all these things buried in his heart, the man suddenly laughed, no longer the gloom and despair from just now.

"Let's introduce ourselves again."

He braced himself, walked toward Alice and Christina, and reached out his hand.

"Walkwood's chief city engineer, savior of the tower, Kerwin Springfield."

Alice stepped forward and also reached out her hand:

"That sounds so familiar, Mr. Love-to-Add-Titles."

"Springfield?" Christina's face was full of shock and disbelief.

When this surname slipped out, she couldn't help but raise her voice, and her tone was a bit shaky.

Kerwin looked at her in confusion and asked: "Is there a problem, this beautiful lady?"

Christina seemed not to have heard Kerwin's question, walked straight to him, stared at him with wide eyes, as if wanting to pierce through his heart.

"Are you also a Springfield?" she confirmed again.

Being asked like this, Kerwin was a bit at a loss, and Alice forcibly inserted herself into their conversation:

"Let me introduce you, this is Christina Springfield. Someone with the same surname as you."

That was not strange; meeting someone with the same surname in the apocalypse was indeed worth getting excited about.

Kerwin nodded, his expression turning into a faint smile:

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence. But in this vast world, meeting someone with the same surname is truly fate."

"If possible, I would really like to sit down and have a drink with you, but you can't enter my house. What a pity."

Seeing this, Alice shook her head: "No, I think things might not just be a coincidence."

She knew how deep Christina's obsession with finding her younger brother was; just a few baseless replies wouldn't satisfy her.

"Perhaps you know someone named Tommy Springfield?"

Kerwin rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Hmm... not exactly." After a while, he spoke hesitantly.

"But... there is indeed someone with that name among my ancestors."

"It is said that he was the first city engineer of this city and led this city to glory."

But the more he spoke, the more hesitant his tone became, and the expression he looked at the two girls with became increasingly strange.

"But that was... almost two hundred years ago. How long have you been traveling?"

"Two hundred years?" Christina almost exclaimed.

How is this possible?! How is this possible?!

This is impossible! This is impossible!

Something must be wrong! Something must be wrong!

"This is impossible! We haven't been traveling that—"

Suddenly, she noticed that Alice had been watching her, arms crossed, standing silently in place, saying nothing.

And in Alice's eyes, there was a sense of compassion, a pity for her.

Thump!

Christina's heart contracted rapidly and then expanded; before her expression could change, it froze at that moment.

Thump! Thump!

Christina heard her own heartbeat, and a piece of common knowledge about the apocalypse suddenly popped into her mind:

After the apocalypse begins, the time density distribution is no longer uniform...

Reality Stability Anchors can anchor the flow of time, making the time around the anchor consistent with before the apocalypse, while time in the Outer Realm flows quite slowly...

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

In just a short moment, it was as if one thunderclap after another exploded in Christina's mind.

Her lips moved, her breathing became increasingly rapid, her gaze became somewhat dull, and her muscles began to tense, as if trying to prevent her brain from reaching the final answer.

But this effort was too pale, ruthlessly shattered by the reality placed before her.

Tommy might have entered city life long ago; her thinking she could find her brother in the wilderness was nothing but her own wishful thinking...

Tommy is gone...

Then... what have I been doing all this way?

She used a lot of effort to squeeze a question out of her throat while her vision went black:

"Relative to the baseline time, have we really been traveling for so long?"

Watched by Christina's hollow eyes, Alice looked away and shook her head:

"Yes. In fact, I think Mr. Kerwin remembered wrong; it should be about four hundred years."

Perhaps because the light in the room was too dim, Kerwin didn't notice Christina's abnormality at all and was still thinking with his eyes lowered:

"Wait," he said.

"In the experiences of this ancestor Tommy, a woman named Christina was indeed mentioned; it seems she was his older sister."

· ·Seeking flowers··· 0

"And some people claim he wasn't originally from Walkwood, but drifted over from New New York, he—"

Kerwin's words suddenly stuck.

At the same time, he saw tears continuously rolling down the corners of Christina's eyes.

"Did the legend mention how long he lived?"

This sentence was choked out by Christina—she could only say this much.

"Uh..." Realizing the identity of the person in front of him, Kerwin was also a bit uneasy.

He rummaged through his long-sealed memories and finally found a clear number.

"It seems to be seventy-three years old. Don't be sad, girl, don't be sad; it is said that this ancestor left with a smile—"

"Alright, thank you, Mr. Kerwin. Good night."

Realizing that Christina's emotions were nearing the edge of collapse, Alice hurriedly invited the descendant of the Springfield family out the door, so as not to stimulate this poor ancestor any further.

Kerwin looked back three times for every step he took; he was very worried about the state of his ancestor—anyone would find it hard to accept the sudden news of a relative's passing.

Seeing the door getting closer and closer to the dark night, Kerwin suddenly turned around: ===== CHAPTER 887 =====