His temples were still in pain, and he was holding on to the iron railing behind him in the cold season, and the balance of his body seemed to be uncatchable for a while, and his legs were sore and sloppy, and he stood up in the cold season. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What I saw in front of me was still a little blurry, and it took a lot of effort to discern the dividing line between the floor and the wall in the cold season.

The woman is not there, there is no need to hide her state in the cold season, the sweat of the bean slid down her forehead, because she was afraid that she would fall down next, the body of the cold season froze in place, and the things in her sight trembled with her own breathing, and after a pause, she reacted that it turned out that she was trembling.

The woman is gone, and there will be no one to obstruct Leng Ji's vision anymore, barely cheering up, Leng Ji turned his head stiffly, looked around, the blazing light sprinkled a white from the sky, through the blurred picture, faintly noisy sounds came from a distance, as if there were many people in a room on the other side of the world, echoing back and forth in the room.

It took a while for the cold season to realize that the staircase was the only exit to this room.

Reaching out, his eyes were looking in that direction, his eyes were foggy, his body staggered to his feet, and he took a slow step, under the blazing light, everything was covered with a hazy white, and his temples were filled with pain with every step of the cold season.

Can it only be the staircase......

Subconsciously, Leng Ji walked towards the only staircase in this room that led to other places, and her mind was blank, leaving only a thin consciousness that weakly commanded her every step.

The incandescent lamp hung straight under the black iron frame, coldly sprinkling white light from the head, the palm of the hand on the cold handrail, the carving of the wrought iron was finely wound under the fingertips, the blood-red rust was hidden in the cracks, and the details were clearly clinging to the black iron sheet, but it was a pity that I only felt dizzy in the cold season now, and I had no time to pay attention to this small detail under the palm of my hand.

The pungent smell of smoke wafted spirally down the stairs, and the air seemed to be mixed with the smell of rot, and in the cold season, he stumbled and fell unsteadily to the side of the railing, and his nose was filled with these disgusting smells.

Looking up, Leng Ji looked at the top of the staircase, the thick iron plate blocked all the light, the faint light, only a blurry black overhead, after a while, Leng Ji was able to straighten up again, and there was a noisy sound of the crowd in his ears, and the buzzing sound lingered in his ears like flies and refused to disperse.

Someone...... A lot of people...... The cold season shook his head, and the confused voice echoed in his ears.

The more you go up, the black iron will be unconsciously replaced by a grid-like iron plate with the movement of the cold season, the noise in the ears is getting louder and louder, and the buzzing sound lingers in the ears.

The crowd surged above the heads of the cold season, countless shoe prints stepped on the black net, looked up, the cold season looked through the subtle gaps between their shoes, faintly looking at their excited faces, the cigarette butts that fell on the ground bounced countless cigarette ashes, shaking the dust through the grid and falling to the next layer, the cold season half-wide eyes watched the cigarette butt bounce and fall on the ground, and finally, return to calm.

The black pupils were printed with the soot sprinkled on them, and when he raised his hand, Leng Ji subconsciously blocked the sight in front of him, and before he could react to the next step, suddenly, I don't know who it was, and he shouted.

The people upstairs were all boiling.

An even more deafening noise came from the top of his head without warning, and the cold season froze in place, and the headache seemed to be covered by the shouts of these people, and after a long pause, the people upstairs seemed to be stimulated by something, and made a lot of noise, obviously the sound of a ghost crying wolf, and it sounded really excited.

There was a cacophony of noises, and white confetti was torn apart and thrown to the ground, falling through the cracks in the grid and falling to the feet of the cold season. Looking up, taking his hand away, Leng Ji could only watch in a daze as the people upstairs screamed wildly, the confetti on the ground covered the only gap between them, and no matter how much he looked up, Leng Ji couldn't see the expression on their faces.

White?

Helping his forehead, Leng Ji flipped over to the ground, picked up the white note that was torn into jagged shapes from the corner next to him, got closer, and then carefully distinguished it for a while, and could vaguely see the words on it.

Week?

Frowning, a little dizzy head couldn't react for a while, paused, after all, the cold season still didn't understand the above meaning too much, and after thinking about it, his mind was still blank.

The white paper in his hand rubbed back and forth in his fingers, Leng Ji thought for a while, looked up, and looked at the group of people who had just been carnivaling above his head, at this moment the excited screams had stopped one after another, and the sound from upstairs showed no sign of abating, as if something had attracted their attention, and the suppressed roar echoed in their throats, Leng Ji frowned, raised his head and looked over, the mesh iron plate covered by shredded paper still couldn't see any clues.

Without hesitation, probably because of inexplicable curiosity, or because he wanted to understand the piece of paper that had just floated down, he just glanced at it, and decided to go up one layer in the cold season.

The people upstairs were still cheering, and the noise was so loud that it buzzed in the cold season's mind. This flashy spiral staircase stands quietly on the ground, the cold season just goes all the way up, watching the scenery above the head all the way changing, looking up at the grid on the top of the building in the cold season, she no longer knows what floor she is on, the change of space makes her a little dizzy, she can only watch the grid from one shoe print to another, the excited person bites the cigarette, holding his head high and doesn't know what he is watching.

The smell of cigarettes mingled with the crowd, and everyone took a puff, but the thin ones still floated to the bottom of the grid, and the pungent smell of smoke still faintly poured into her nose.

“K。 Walking down the stairs, I couldn't see anyone, but Leng Ji could distinguish the familiar sound from this noisy and absurd scene, and turned his head, Leng Ji looked in the direction where the sound came from, and looked at the other side of the stairs, another space separated by a grid-like iron plate, where the familiar figure of the woman was standing.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, Leng Ji took a step back in the direction where the woman was standing, and the white piece of paper he had just picked up was still being held in Leng Ji's hand, and the wrinkles on it covered the small word "Zhou", which was clearly visible.

"Can that one be saved?" the woman's cold, emotionless voice.

"Which?" the familiar voice, Leng Ji frowned, feeling that this voice that was both flat and affinity, had never heard it.

"The one with the surname Zhou. ”