"Where is this?"

There is no Xiao Li by his side, no Li Mowu, no Lejin, and he is no longer in the coffin. He clearly remembered that he smelled a strange fragrance in the ancient tomb, the fragrance lingered in his nose, not like the rich fragrance of roses, nor like the light fragrance of daisies, but it made people feel comfortable and comfortable, and people couldn't help but step into it.

Gradually, when Qiu Yan woke up from the fragrant stamen, he stared blankly at everything in front of him, from this side to that side, the various images of the city are constantly doubling, but there is no thickness, only the front and back, just like a piece of paper with paintings on both sides, the two paintings can neither be separated, nor can they be looked at each other.

The strange thing is that in front of him, a few steps away, there is a strangely shaped gate, no matter how time and space travel, this gate is not moving, standing silently.

He called out Xiao Li's name, but no one responded, not even an echo, like a grain of sand immersed in the boundless sea, without a ripple.

He stared at the door for a long time, but finally moved his steps and put his hand on the door.

.....

Everywhere was brightly lit, the traffic was busy, and there was a bustle in the air. High-rise buildings rose from the ground, neat as one, and the bustling crowd walked past Qiu Yan with a cold expression.

When Qiu Yan looked up at the high-rise buildings, he thought that in the gap between reinforced concrete and plexiglass and the illusion of repeated refraction, it seemed that a pair of eyes were quietly looking at him, as if there was a rhythm, beating heartbeatly, calmly pacing, becoming the only thing in this stone forest that could be called relatively static and eternal.

"Excuse me, what kind of place is this?" As he walked, Qiu Yan stopped a passer-by with a hurried look and asked.

That frosty face doesn't just belong to the city, but more like a mirror. ignored Qiu Yan's inquiries and gradually walked away.

"Excuse me, sir, what is this place?"

"Miss, may I ask, what kind of place is this?"

"Grandma, may I ask...", I asked my acquaintances in a row, but I could get only one answer, silence, cold eyes and mockery.

In the context of indifference becoming a norm and indifference penetrating into the bone marrow, Qiu Yan can only helplessly watch the city bear the business card of indifference, and at the same time bind his own hesitation and anxiety to his body, or what he urgently needs is to carry out a deep reflection and force back this cold air that lingers between people.

The lights of the town are like fireflies flying far away, flickering and getting dimer and dimer. At the same time, Qiu Yan finally heard the first human voice in this world. "Mom, you see there's a weird uncle there, and he's wearing strange clothes."

"Xiaozheng, how many times have I told you not to talk to strangers on the street. The mother took the child's tender palm and whispered, but it reached Qiu Yan's ears inexplicably.

Qiu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at his shirt, which was a combat uniform. It was indeed out of step with the world and the crowd, he opened his mouth to say something, but after seeing the mother's slightly apologetic gaze, he still stopped his throat.

On the street that was getting farther and farther away, the child gnawed his thumb and quietly carried his mother, and turned his head to look at the lonely figure in the crowd, and the two water-like eyes, although they always looked at people lightly, were indescribably clear. or the thin lips, or the slightly upturned tip of the nose, all made Qiu Yan feel inexplicably kind.

He looked at him, he looked at him.

The wind blew across Qiu Yan's cheeks, and something suddenly fell from his eye sockets, damply slicing, leaving a zigzag line on the dry skin, which seemed to be slightly hot and itchy, and he subconsciously wanted to wipe it. "It's. . . Tears ?..."

Suddenly, an irrepressible sadness grew from the bottom of his heart, and Qiu Yan covered his heart violently, it hurt so much, it hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

"Why do I cry?.. Qiu Yan muttered to himself. In this bustling and noisy city, Qiu Yan is like a soulless shell, living lonely and cruising in pain in the transparent air. The more he remembered the mother and son, the more vague his memories became, and the more he couldn't remember their faces, until at the end of the city, a gate blocked the way.

Qiu Yan looked at the iron gate, not luxurious, nor inconspicuous, there was no one behind the door, standing there quietly, silently. But he knew that if the door was opened, it would be a crossroads of another world.

.....

There were more than a dozen SWAT officers in ambush in the corridor, and Qiu Yan's footsteps stiffly passed through these strong men with loaded guns, and he could feel a bundle of surprised eyes cast on his face. Indeed, he doesn't look like Liang Qiuyan, who is calm and relaxed, but completely looks like a fledgling student.

The stairs at your feet are covered with oil mud that has accumulated for many years, and it is a little sticky to step on. The corridor was dimly lit, and Qiu Yan seemed to be walking through a vague dream, walking step by step in a completely unreal scene. He stood in front of the rusty tin door for a few seconds, his mind blank for that time, not knowing what to say or what to do. The two special police officers holding 79 micro charges next to him looked at each other, this small movement was captured by the corner of Qiu Yan's eyes, he felt a little flustered, cleared his throat, and reached out to push the door.

The iron gate slowly opened with an unpleasant creak, and there was a crowded square in front of him, and in the circle in the center of the square lay a man prone with a pool of blood that had long congealed underneath. Qiu Yan stood at the door, slowly opened the door to the maximum, and after confirming that there was no one behind the door, he cautiously walked forward and walked in front of the man.

Qiu Yan squatted down and put his finger on the man's neck while observing the movement around him.

The cold touch from his fingertips and the stiffness without vibration made Qiu Yan confirm his judgment, yes, the man was dead. The cause of death was a small metal stick-like object in the carotid artery of the neck. Since he was dead, there was no need to waste too much attention on him, Qiu Yan stood up and looked around at the muttering crowd.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly grabbed by two sudden, Kong Wu's powerful arms, and his body subconsciously struggled, roaring, and watched them throw themselves into a door, in which a black whirlpool twitched, like a tide surging, like an abyss sinking to the bottom...