Lin Yinqing managed to reach this particularly mysterious basement and stood in place.

She panted as she looked at the extraordinarily heavy and hard large metal security door in front of her and couldn't help but gasp, and then held the automatic rifle behind her in her hand, feeling the only sense of security in this lifeless underground.

The dark corner was crawling with countless ants and cockroaches, and the cool breeze was blowing the messy hair on Lin Yinqing's forehead, and she had no choice but to walk slowly over and enter the password.

Her right hand adjusted the straddle strap of her rifle to make it looser and more snuggly, and the black muzzle of the gun was just shooting at the ground for a while, and the threat of death scared a few rats all over the ground.

Lin Yinqing's reaction speed and marksmanship are very high, so she doesn't have to worry too much about a few sneak enemies

She snorted coldly, and walked slightly cautiously to the outside of a gate control that seemed to have been abandoned for many years.

The rotten door frame firmly controlled a dilapidated iron door in one position without wavering, and Lin Yinqing held the handle and gently pushed the iron door open.

The cold breeze suddenly slapped down the ventilation duct on Lin Yinqing's forehead, and she couldn't help but sigh as she gazed at the screen that was extremely dazzling in the darkness, and at the same time kicked away the daggers and pistols that were randomly discarded on the ground.

Lin Yinqing was a little puzzled, and his gaze with a hint of murderous aura swept over the screen and camera position in front of him.

Seeing that there was no ambush, she immediately sat down in the chair in front of the console.

His fingers were just a little stiff by the cold breeze, but Lin Yinqing was a little excited when he thought of the secret contained in the door.

Time waits for no one, and the girl is already very aware of this, and is ready to act at any time, even her own extraordinarily precious life.

Lin Yinqing shook his slender body, frowned and briefly adjusted his breathing that was becoming more and more rapid due to nervousness.

She thought for a moment, staring intently at the somewhat messy panel under her chest, intermittently typing in the mysterious and irregular series of numbers.

There was a crisp click, and the door that looked incomparably heavy suddenly seemed to be pushed open by a mysterious force at this moment, Lin Yinqing was a little surprised, and then he grabbed his rifle and rushed out of the control room, aiming the majestic muzzle at the unfathomable darkness.

She walked quietly with cautious steps, her deep and terrifying gaze carefully observing every incomparably strange nook and cranny she could see.

There are countless secrets and truths that the detectives want to know, but for this girl, only the slightest piece of information and information can complete the whole task.

Lin Yinqing thought about it, and the more nervous it was to hold the cold rifle, ** naturally against his waist, and try to counteract the recoil of the firearm when his vision was severely restricted and he was engaged with the enemy.

This reminded her of the last difficult training subject in her recruit training: directional shooting

Memories come flooding back in the atmosphere of horror and death, but soon, like a raindrop falling naturally in the wind, it will be washed away forever.

It was so lonely and silent that Lin Yinqing's heartbeat and the sound of her footsteps became more obvious, bringing a relatively fresh experience to the rats, cockroaches, and even the corpses in the cell.

She controlled the rate of her breathing, trembled slightly, and fully grasped the keel of the 19 short rifle with her left hand, making the gun and the shot more stable.

The sound of footsteps was like a clock, gradually forcing time to freeze in the darkness.

"There's not going to be a floor here."

Lin Yinqing said to himself that this silent environment has almost transformed everything here into an iron wall that hinders life, except for the gray and darkness that feels like it is never-ending, it is dust wafting everywhere.

"Who...... Who's there? ”

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the depths of darkness into Lin Yinqing's ears, and in just an instant, Lin Yinqing suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, she didn't dare to think about it for a second, and immediately rushed the muzzle of the gun into the seemingly never-ending darkness ahead.

With her index finger lightly resting on the trigger, she observed every move in the cell with a fairly wide field of vision in her hip-shot position, while she listened quietly to every sound in the cramped space, even the chirping of rats.

The high alert state made Lin Yinqing's nerves extremely tense, and his arms were as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Her steps were very light, and although she was wearing Type 07 military boots, she seemed to be stepping on a cloud, and there was no sound that could be tracked at all.

She hesitated for a moment, carefully remembering the voice just now, it was a woman, not too old, but I don't know why the voice became extremely hoarse......

"You...... I see you clearly... Is it Lin? ”

Lin Yinqing was a little stunned for a moment, but he quickly calmed down his anxious and panicked heart, and the goosebumps wished to fall to the ground in an instant at that moment.

Who the hell is this? How will you know me?

She thought to herself, muttering a few words from time to time.

Lin Yinqing stood for a while, realizing that the mysterious man did not have too much malice towards him for the time being, and then slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun that represented death, and went straight to the ground.

Lin Yinqing took out the flashlight placed in the carrying gear with his left hand and shone it forward, and an extraordinarily dazzling beam of light accompanied by a slightly hoarse scream cut through the barriers and boundaries between the two.

Lin Yinqing saw the girl's appearance clearly, her face was yellow, her tall figure dragged a somewhat thin figure, and her torn pants seemed to be worn-out strips of cloth.

"Are you Zhao Tingting?"

Lin Yinqing said loudly with some doubts, and hurriedly walked over and half-squatted in front of the person, constantly stroking her delicate face.

Lin Yinqing looked around and confirmed the situation, and put a hand on the girl's shoulder and patted it continuously, as if to soothe her weak and sensitive mind as much as possible.

Lin Yinqing's gentle eyes suddenly turned to the girl's chest

A blood mark.

"It's been a long time, I've suffered, and after I took you out, I'm asking you what happened."

Lin Yinqing smiled, and the sweet laughter seemed to gradually touch Zhao Tingting's heart, but Lin Yinqing's smile was extremely stiff, trying to suppress the uncontrollable anger in his heart.

Zhao Tingting almost threw herself into Lin Yinqing's arms, watching Lin Yinqing's savior-like body choked back and forth......