The torrential rain obscured the world, and the earth bore the continuous sound of rain as if everything was veiled by a curtain of rain, leaving only the rain in this vast world. As they ran far away and turned back to look, the distant white house appeared hazy and indistinct, as if it was about to evaporate from the curtain of water.
Once they left the house's shelter, they were soaked through within seconds, and even when they opened their mouths to speak, they would ingest rainwater. Yuan Xiangxi had to spit multiple times after saying a sentence, and his eyelashes, nose, and mouth dripped with water. "I said, where's Xiao Jiu? Aren't we going to bring her out?"
"If we bring her out, we'll bring the container with us, and who knows when it will fall out," Bohemia said, wiping her face as if she were a car that needed windshield wipers to continue working. "It's okay if she's left inside. As long as the things that can't be held with one hand appear outside her body, they won't weigh her down."
J7, carried in Yuan Xiangxi's arms, shook off a ring of water every time he turned his head; he remained silent. Puppeteer wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and muttered something under his breath, but no one heard clearly nor dared to ask.
They stood in the rain, gazing blankly at the distant white house. Through the living room window, they could vaguely see what was happening inside: a new shadow occasionally glided across the air or a burst of light flashed by. The sounds of items falling, colliding, and rolling were all drowned out by the deafening rain, barely audible—only the sudden blast of loud music coming from the living room made everyone look at each other.
"That music festival ticket. What...what song is it?" Bohemia asked, not knowing if she was talking to Puppeteer or Yuan Xiangxi.
The rain's singing was melodious and powerful, and every note seemed to lift people's hearts. Everyone listened silently for a few seconds until they saw no more shadows moving in the living room.
Yuan Xiangxi couldn't help but say, "Maybe not everything will fall out—"
A thunderous boom overpowered the rain's sound, tearing through the house's walls and scattering debris in a whirlwind of smoke and dust. The second floor teetered, threatening to collapse. The container, having burst through the constraints of the surrounding walls, demolished almost half of the front face of the house.
Everyone fell silent. They listened as the thundering sound gradually subsided, and the rain and singing rose again. They slowly began to walk back until they felt no more disturbance in the house, and it seemed like Lin Sanjiu was no longer dropping anything.
Now, the 40-foot container blocked any entry, leaving behind only a skeletal frame of the home and itself. Everyone fumbled and slipped in the pouring rain but couldn't find Lin Sanjiu anywhere. Puppeteer finally lost his patience.
"It's useless," he said, no longer looking at the other two and the machine. He reached out and grabbed the air. The container, as if lifted by a giant beast, soared and crashed into a distant field, the impact shaking the ground.
Under the curtain of rain and dust, Lin Sanjiu and her countless belongings lay among the broken bricks and wood. Though her skin had paled from the rain, she remained unharmed. Her ability upgrade stopped fluctuating, but they didn't know if she had completed it or if it had been interrupted again. The others hesitated and walked over, stepping on the open space amidst the debris, and finally reached her side.
"Heartbeat is 40% clearer than before," J7 said, his mechanical arm pressed against Lin Sanjiu's chest, like a doctor using a stethoscope. "Her breathing is also stable. That's a good sign."
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Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 10: Lava [Complete]
Science FictionWhat is Lava? Lin Sanjiu has no idea either. - A translation of N. Heller's Chinese novel.