"Forehead ......"

Looking up at the window, the warm sunlight was already shining in.

Li Feihong shook his head, he hadn't slept like this for a long time.

The after-effects of the hangover are still in full swing. Li Feihong looked up, and he didn't know when he had fallen on the edge of the table.

He looked at Fan Yecheng, who was also lying asleep on the grass at this moment. Li Feihong smiled:

"I knew I would switch places with you, and I was really tired to sleep here. ”

Fan Yecheng seemed to have heard Li Feihong's words. He woke up slowly, and said with sleepy eyes:

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, he jumped up with a spirit, but fell down again because of his excessive weakness. muttered in his mouth:

"It turns out that none of this is a dream, it turns out that none of this is a dream. ”

Li Feihong smiled bitterly: "I think it's a dream." ”

He tapped his head to sober himself up, and then put a dozen empty bottles on the table underneath.

"You've drunk so much, and it's going to be longer to get better. ”

Fan Yecheng said: "Originally, my life was not worth much. ”

He wanted to go on more, Li Feihong waved his hand: "Don't say these useless things, let me ask you, where did you run out of the beginning?"

Fan Yecheng thought about it carefully and said slowly, "When I woke up, I found that it was a huge base. As for where this base is......"

He swallowed:

"Underground in the camp!"

"What?" Li Feihong suddenly said:

"In Chaoyun Country?"

"Yes. Fan Yecheng also felt very uncomfortable when he thought about it: "When I tried so hard to escape from the exit, I looked back and saw that it was the location of the camp city!"

"No wonder they haven't been able to find it for so long, it turns out that it's dark under the lamp......" Li Feihong raised his chin and thought slowly.

"How did you get out?"

Fan Yecheng lowered his head in contemplation, he really didn't want to recall that heavy memory.

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What's wrong with me?

Where is this?

Hell?

Fan Yecheng had a splitting headache, the last battle made him feel palpitations, no, it couldn't be said to be a battle, it was a one-sided slaughter. Their patrol team of eight people all fell to the ground in an instant, or was they defeated by one person, what kind of combat effectiveness is this?

Fan Yecheng couldn't figure it out, and what he couldn't figure out even more was why the other party knocked him out and didn't kill him. But he had a hunch that he would soon get an answer.

He lifted his eyelids and found that they weighed a thousand pounds, and it was only then that he realized that his eyes were closed. He tried many times and didn't open his eyes, a bit like the state of his own ghost pressing the bed.

It took a long time for his eyes to open and he saw the ceiling in the dark.

Where is this?

He turned his head with difficulty, and saw beds covered with white cloths, and because the light was too dim, he didn't know if there were people lying on the beds, but when he tried to stand up, he found that he was also covered with a white cloth, and his hands and feet were all chained with the thickness of his little finger. The bed resembles a hospital bed, with the other end of the chain attached to a steel pipe protruding from the four corners of the bed.

He took a deep breath and pulled his right hand abruptly, intending to see if he could break free. He himself was not sure, but as soon as he made a force, the chain suddenly snapped and broke.

Hmm? I can't imagine that the chain is so fragile.

His left hand and both feet were strained, and the chains were broken.

He got out of bed, and before he knew it, he became refreshed and full of energy.

But he didn't bother with that, he walked over and groped for a look at the space.

He looked and saw that it was a room with ten beds side by side, and each bed had a bedside table at the head of the bed with a monitor on it. There was also a cabinet near the door, and I don't know what was in it.

Fan Yecheng walked to the nearest bed, and as soon as he opened the white cloth, a terrifying face appeared in front of him.

The left side of the face looked like minced rotten flesh, and the bright red thick liquid was churning inside, and it was twice as large as the other half of the face.

What kind of yokai is this?

Fan Yecheng was so frightened that he dropped the white cloth and stepped back, retreated to his bedside and sat down.

Who's this?

He slapped himself twice and forced himself to calm down, but the sight of his hellish face made him emotional. At the end, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He thought about it, and the right side of his face seemed a little familiar.

Fan Yecheng walked to the bedside of the demon again. He endured the vomiting and carefully examined the right side of his face.

At this glance, he suddenly exclaimed:

"Xiao Liu, is that you?"

Liu Zhihai is one of the eight patrol teams, the young man has clear eyebrows, but he is a little short, usually hippie and smiling, and he is a living treasure in the patrol team, but how did he become like this now?

"Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu!"

He kept shaking Liu Zhihai's body, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what. He went to several other beds, and found that they were all members of their patrol, and now some of their faces had changed drastically, some of their legs had turned into ham, some of their chests had become minced meat, and without exception, all of them were not breathing.

The comrades-in-arms of several years suddenly all became like no one and no ghost, which made him very heartbroken.

Fan Yecheng gritted his teeth, if he knew who did this, he would definitely screw his head off and put it in front of the tombstone of his comrades.

He closed his eyes, trying not to let the tears linger.

Although he knew that they were all living people, and they shouldn't have died like this, the result had already happened, and he was powerless to change it.

Perhaps, this is their fate.

So, what about my fate?

Fan Yecheng didn't know that the only thing he could do was to gently cover them with the white cloth again, and then take the opportunity to escape. When we go out in the future, we will find a way to destroy this place and move the corpses of the soldiers out to find a cemetery to bury them.

One by one, he clothed them with white cloth. When the last white cloth was covered, he felt that something was wrong.

How come there are only six corpses?

He counted again, and it was still six, and he was only seven of them.

And what about one more person?

He opened the white cloth again and checked everyone's faces, and he had to be glad that none of them had all changed.

The person who was bad was Du Chengxi, I don't know if he was transferred away or what's wrong.

Fan Night City was built one by one. Then, he walked to the door, turned the doorknob, and found that the door was locked from the outside. Just as he was thinking of a way, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.