Deep Sea Embers Chapter 410: Fog panic

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The click of the switch is constantly ringing in the secret room, and the metal reed hums rhythmically when it is connected and disconnected. The invisible signal is sent to the roof and sent by the antenna disguised as a weathervane. And the news from the Sea Fog Fleet was sent into this secret room again, which was transformed into the clicking sound of relays and a series of regular round holes on the paper tape.

Nemo was sitting at the table wearing earphones, and while monitoring the movement in the earphones, he tapped the table with his fingers a little restlessly. The paper tape spit out from the machine reads the round hole on it.

After a while, Nemo pulled off the earphones on his head, leaned back on the chair, and took a long breath while pinching his brows.

"Captain Tirian has already started fighting with the strange fleet that appeared in the fog. The situation of the Frost Navy's battle is temporarily unknown, but it seems that the situation is not very good," the young girl holding the tape lowered her voice, with a nervous expression Said in a tone of voice, "I haven't heard any wind in the city..."

"Dense fog has blocked civilian news channels. Residents in the coastal area will not know what happened even if they hear the gunfire, and the city-state authorities must now maintain order within the urban area-widespread panic will not help Help from Shanghai Navy," Timo frowned, "How is the situation on the street outside? What about in the store?"

"The sheriff's force has put the city under martial law, and the street is very quiet now, but it seems that gunshots have been heard from far away just now. Two steam walkers passed by the intersection of Oak Street and hurried to the north. "Yes," the young girl replied, "the store is doing well now, we have enough fuel for lighting, but...

"But?"

"There are more than a dozen guests trapped here by the dense fog. Now the streets have been blocked and the shelters have been closed

It's full, they have no place to go, and over time, panic will inevitably build up among these people. "

"...That can't drive them out on the street, the tavern is their temporary shelter now, and if we really want to drive people out, it will definitely attract the sheriff and the church," Nemo shook his head , "I'll go up and see the situation."

As soon as the informant of the Sea Mist Fleet finished speaking, a muffled murmur suddenly came from the corner of the room: "Let's charge again, charge again...they're coming in... reinforcements are coming too ..."

Nemo frowned suddenly, stood up and looked at the place where the voice came from.

There was a bed there, and an old man in shabby clothes was lying on it in a daze. Very unstable.

"Old ghost, old ghost," Nemo walked over and patted the old man's shoulder, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The old man holding a big wrench opened his eyes in a daze, and after a few seconds he said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Nemo," Nemo Wilkins said with a complicated expression, "What did you dream about?"

"Nemo...Oh, Nemo, I remember, you are new to the Queen's Guard...Hello, I am the plumbing engineer of the Second Waterway... ·...dream? I didn't dream, I took a nap, I just took a nap... What time is it now? Should I go to inspect the power pipeline?"

"It's already afternoon now," Nemo shook his head, "Don't think about the power pipeline, we have temporarily withdrawn from that place, and it's not safe anywhere now, we have to stay at the stronghold and wait for instructions This is an order from General Tirian."

"General Tirian..." The old ghost's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and suddenly he seemed to wake up again, immediately

Get up from the bed, "Yes! Engineer Wilson received the order! Stand by at the stronghold!"

Nemo's expression was a bit complicated, but he slowly stood up straight and returned a military salute to the old man, then turned around and nodded to the young girl in the uniform of the clerk: "Stay here and take care of the old man. Ghost, I'll go up to confirm the situation."

After finishing the order, he left the secret room and returned to the tavern on the surface through the secret passage.

In the "Golden Flute" tavern, a depressive and tense atmosphere filled the hall. The guests who were trapped in the store due to the thick fog, and the clerks and waiters who stayed in the tavern on duty, almost all of them.

People are paying attention to the situation outside the window—and as far as they can see, all they can see is thick fog and the streets that are vaguely shadowed in the thick fog.

The gas lamps in the whole city have been lit in advance, and the man-made lights barely dispelled the darkness brought by this strange thick fog, but they are not enough to make this chaotic world clear again, those dim light clusters are like infinite Floating in the mist like duckweed, it looks like rows of eyes floating above the street.

Nemo came out from the back kitchen door and came to the counter.

"How's it going?" he whispered to the clerk behind the counter.

"Everyone is very nervous, traffic and communication with the surrounding neighborhoods are all cut off now, no one knows what's going on elsewhere," the clerk said in a low voice, "but luckily no one ran out because of too much pressure— —No one wants to run into that fog at this time.”

Nemo nodded lightly: "If such fools really appear, don't stop them, let them go-but once they step out of this door, even if they only stay in the fog for a second, they must not Let them come back. From now on, no entry is allowed here, and everything that comes from the fog will be considered evil by default."

The young clerk swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously: "Yes, manager."

At this moment, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came from the street, interrupting the conversation between Nemo and his men.

It sounded like the sound of some equipment starting up, mixed with the sound of heavy machinery moving on the street.

The people in the store were in a commotion for a while. Some people came to the window nervously, watching the movement on the street outside. Some people saw some moving red lights in the fog, and they exclaimed in a low voice: "Steam Walking machine...there is another walking machine!"

Nemo also walked towards the window, and just as he was halfway there, he heard the weird buzzing sound suddenly sharpened, and then, a slightly distorted loudspeaker sounded from outside the window—— It was the broadcasting device carried on the steam walker that was calling.

"Zizi...Admonish the general public...The consul and the head of the church are restoring order in the city-state...

Frost is being affected by unknown visions. We are...specially reminding residents to stay at home or in safe shelter facilities. At the same time, for safety reasons, stay as far away as possible from all things that can produce mirrors, including and not Limited to mirrors, water surfaces and smooth metals...

"Once again, please stay away from everything around you that may create a mirror, everything.

"In addition, if you find people around you behaving strangely, please hide in a safe independent space immediately, and seek help from the person in charge of the shelter facility or the nearest guard or sheriff if conditions permit, and do not rush to Anyone who you feel is suspicious of launching an attack, please ensure your own safety and isolation first.

"If you feel that your state is different, please immediately hide in a safe and independent space, and avoid talking to other people as much as possible...

"The above is a reminder from the Consul, His Excellency Winston, and expert advisors in the extraordinary field.

"Alert the general public..."

The sound of the radio was gradually fading away, and gradually merged into the thick fog together with the red warning light of the steam walker.

Nemo looked up, and what he saw were pairs of deep-set, tense eyes around him.

But he reacted quickly.

"Get the cloth!" he shouted to the clerks and waiters, "cover all the glass counters and mirrors!"

Everyone also reacted one after another. Although the tension is still there, the residents of the city-state obviously have the basic common sense and psychological quality of self-rescue in extraordinary disasters. The customers who stayed in the store stepped forward to help, and covered everything that might cause mirrors within the line of sight at a fast speed.

Similar situations are happening in every corner of the entire Frost City State.

The terror of the fog is hanging over the city-state.

Agatha has returned to the cathedral in the thick fog.

She saw Bishop Ivan who had just finished working in the lounge next to the cathedral.

The bishop walked out of the "coffin" where he usually rested, and was in a muddy state

The bandages on the body were covered with the robes of the archbishop, and in Agatha's memory, she had not seen Bishop Ivan dressed like this for many years.

"Even this corpse of mine has to get up and work." Bishop Ivan in robes sat on a chair and spread his hands to Agatha who had just entered the room. Activities outside the coffin, I feel like I'm exhausted."

"If you still have a body to 'fall apart,'" Agatha said casually, "how is the situation now?"

"The situation, everyone is asking how the situation is—it can't get any worse," Bishop Ivan's hoarse and deep voice came from under the bandages ~IndoMTL.com~ Fakes are attacking the city, and the previously lurking Monsters also began to show their heads. Just now, several cemeteries were attacked. The places where the dead were temporarily parked seemed to be used by the enemy as a passage into the real world. There was also news from the city hall that several streets in the lower city There's gunfire, and out at sea, our fleet is already fighting something out of the sea.

"A full-scale attack has begun, but what is worse than the enemy's full-scale attack is that we still don't know the whole picture of this disaster or conspiracy. Those heretics hiding in the dark...are they How did they do all this, and where are they hiding?"

As Bishop Ivan said, he slowly raised his head and looked into Agatha's eyes.

"What did you find underground? From your eyes, I guess you must have seen something."

"I didn't find the lair where the heretics were hiding, but I found... more disturbing clues."

Agatha took a deep breath, and after a short pause, she slowly said——

"Our boiling gold mine seems to have been exhausted decades ago, or even longer ago."