As the elevator slowly descended, the surrounding light became dimmer and dimmer, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog. The specialists' heartbeats accelerated involuntarily. They tightly held the only equipment in their hands, guessing where the end of the elevator would be.

Suddenly, the elevator door disappeared inexplicably the moment it passed through the clouds. The entire elevator seemed to have turned into an old-fashioned Paternoster doorless elevator. The inner wall of the car became rusty, as if it had experienced thousands of years of damage.

The erosion of time.

People in the elevator exchanged looks in surprise, not knowing what this sudden change meant. They could only stay together as much as possible in the cold wind blowing in from high altitude to avoid accidents.

Through the original portal, the clouds outside gradually became thinner, and the scenery below gradually became clearer. When the elevator passed through the last layer of thin clouds, a desolate pier came into view.

The commissioners' hearts sank suddenly. The scene here was quite similar to the London they knew, but it was completely different.

In the residential area of ​​the pier, ancient buildings are scattered in an orderly manner, tall chimneys, exquisite brick exterior walls and exquisitely carved doors and windows, all telling the prosperity and splendor of that era. The style of London at the end of the 19th century is preserved here, but it is

Changed by ice and snow.

Ice edges hang down from the eaves and windows, shining with an icy light. The entire dock seems to have been frozen for a long time, and time has frozen here, forming a quiet and desolate picture.

When the elevator slowly landed, the commissioners walked out one after another. The stone road under their feet had become slippery, and every step needed to be done carefully.

They looked around and saw ships moored quietly on the frozen river in the distance. The flags on the masts had long since frozen into ice and lost their former colors.

There was no one on the pier, only the occasional falling snowflakes and the howling cold wind made people feel the dead silence and coldness here.

One of the ships attracted people's attention. Someone recognized it - the ironclad USS Warrior built in 1861. This once majestic battleship now lies quietly on the frozen river, with the iron armor on the hull covered with

Covered in ice and snow, it looked particularly desolate.

"Is this...really London?" A young commissioner asked with a trembling voice: "Where on earth have we come?"
Chapter completed!