To my frozen hometown

Chapter 70 This will be my most successful prank

The flames in the darkness trembled, reflecting the crowds of people around them, and reflected in the eyes of those who watched it.

The light of the fire flickers on and off, accompanied by the warmth that may be overwhelmed by the cold current at any time.

The refugees gathered by the fire, clinging to each other in fear, their expressions either dazed or gloomy.

"Huh!" There was another gust of cold wind pouring in along the exit, and several children huddled into their mother's arms. The men gritted their teeth and sat on the outside to resist the cold.

"Maybe we should block the exit." Perhaps a refugee couldn't bear it anymore and made such a suggestion.

"No." But Nuo Senfu shook his head: "The flame needs oxygen to burn, and the oxygen in the underground space is not enough. If you block the exit, the flame will go out."

Listening to his explanation, the refugees stopped talking, in fact, they had almost lost the strength to speak.

This long night will be extremely difficult, and what people can do right now is to save their energy as much as possible.

"Mom, are we going to die?" In the center of the crowd, Nuo Senfu's daughter Nana raised her head and asked her mother sitting beside her.

As children and disadvantaged women, they were given the right to sit by the campfire.

"No, you have to trust your father." The gentle woman said so, hugging her child gently.

She wanted to cry, but on a night like this, people don't even have the right to cry.

Except for the wind and snow, everything seems to have fallen into a dead silence, only the rising flames can make some sound.

too quiet

Thinking of this, the refugees were so quiet, as if they were about to die silently under the howling wind.

It's so quiet...

The residents in the greenhouse thought the same way, as quiet as if they had lost the ability to speak.

It would be great if there were some voices at this time. People hid in despair, as if they thought of it like an extravagant hope.

At this time, if there is a voice, it would be great to break this windy silence.

Everyone thinks this way, but no one really thinks that they can hear any sound, and no one is ready to be the one who makes the sound.

However, it was as if they had heard the thoughts in their hearts.

After taking a breath, a piercing wave suddenly came from the city under the snowstorm.

"Z-"

This voice was like a sharp thorn, piercing into the cold night, the boundless snowstorm, and people's hearts.

what is that?

For a moment, almost everyone was in a daze. They looked around blankly, trying to find the direction from which the voice came.

But it is like the voice of the whole city, making people unable to find the so-called source.

Until a resident in a greenhouse set his sights on a broadcasting post by the side of the road.

Just now, it seemed that the speaker above it made a sound.

Is there some emergency broadcast?

But then, a human voice reappeared, denying the thought in his heart.

"Cough, audition audition. May I ask everyone present, how are you doing tonight?"

The greetings that seemed to be a joke were accompanied by the sound of the wind, and more and more people raised their heads to look at the broadcasting post above the city.

So soon someone discovered that it wasn't just the broadcasting posts in the greenhouse that were making sounds, but almost all the broadcasting posts in the city were making sounds, including the abandoned broadcasting stations outside the greenhouse.

What is this, and why does a young girl's voice appear on the radio in the greenhouse, and even in the entire city.

Almost everyone is thinking this way.

Until the girl's voice sounded again.

"Ha, it seems to work well. So first of all, please allow me to welcome everyone to this blizzard night concert. I am Liz and the lead singer of the original band, Liz Davis."

"Some of you may have known me, or you may not have heard my name, but it doesn't matter. Because I'm going to be with you tonight whether you want it or not."

"Believe me, this will be a concert that can be recorded in history, and you have already obtained VIP seats for free. Be lucky, after all, to put it more bluntly, you will witness history."

Snowstorm night, concert?

What kind of joke is this? At this time, neither the people in the greenhouse nor the people outside the greenhouse seem to be able to understand what the voice wants to express.

But soon, the voice explained with actions what she wanted to do.

"So, are you ready? The concert is about to start, let's celebrate together for the arrival of the blizzard."

There was unconcealable frenzy and excitement in the girl's voice.

As her voice fell, the sound of a switch being pulled also sounded at the same time.

"Crack." A muffled sound spread through the wind and snow.

Under everyone's gaze, the lights in the greenhouse suddenly dispersed.The next moment, darkness enveloped the entire city.

"Damn it! What's going on!?"

The sudden darkness caused most people to panic.

At the same time, the team of nurses hanging on the dome of the greenhouse and the guards guarding the walls of the greenhouse stared blankly at the outside of the greenhouse, into the ruins that should have been without light.

"Oh my God, what did I see?" A care worker who was suspended in the air by a cable asked blankly while holding a wrench in his hand.

What did he see?

He saw a towering "lighthouse" slowly blooming with light.

He saw red or purple, yellow or green light beams piercing into the wind and snow, and shuttled back and forth under the entire night sky, reflecting this snowy night into a dreamlike scene.

Countless colored lights light up the "lighthouse", making everything fall into an extreme contrast.

In the absolute darkness, people noticed the only spot of light almost subconsciously.

More and more people turned their attention to the lighthouse outside the greenhouse, and the shock quickly suppressed their panic.

Because they have never seen such light in their life.

Because those light beams are passing out of their imagination.

For people in the post-disaster era, this is a scene that they cannot understand anyway.

Finally, when all the lights gathered on the top of the tower.

"Here!" A sound of plucking the strings resounded lonely in the place where it meets the sky.

At this point, everyone can't tell the difference.

Is this a self-destructive riot or a real carnival.

What they can be sure of is that this night is no longer silent.

Because all the heartbeats are already restless.

(End of this chapter)