"I know you have great power to control fire, but the problem is that you have to be able to use that power." Zhao Zitong looked at Sun Hui and sneered, "If I don't give you a chance to exert your strength, what will you do?" ”

Sun Hui's heart froze, and at this time, he only heard Ye Chuchu's anxious voice: "Everyone be careful!" Don't look him in the eye! ”

Sun Hui suddenly understood, and was about to turn his head, but he felt that the scenery around him had changed all of a sudden.

He saw the darkness.

It was an infinite dark space, with no end or source, only two rows of faint candlelight floating on either side of him, like the cold light released by the scythe in the hand of the Grim Reaper, leading him to the unknown ahead.

At this moment, the silent darkness was broken by a burst of singing.

“Ha…… pyy…… birrrrr…… th…… th…… day……”

The song was staccato and stiff and mechanical, as if it were an old tape that had been stored for years and was about to expire, desperately letting out a final roar at the end of its life.

With the singing, he came to the end. There stood a girl in a red dress, with a fair face, black hair, and a pair of round almond eyes, all of which were pitiful. She has a big smile on her face and holds a cake in her hand, the white cream mixed with the colorful jam is mouth-watering.

It's just that there is a red candle standing upright in the center of the cake, which is as impressive as blood against the dark background.

"Happy birthday, Dad!"

From the girl's mouth came a crisp sound like a silver bell.

At this moment, there was an urge that enveloped his whole body, and he was impatient to rush over and hug the girl tightly, never to let go.

However, from the end of the darkness began to roll up a storm of flames, like a wildly swept paintbrush, dyeing the surrounding colors a vivid fiery red.

The girl stood in the center of the flames, and as the temperature rose, her skin turned from white to red, then from red to black, and finally her entire skin was covered with charred scales, but she still had a smile on her face, without the slightest pain. The candle of the cake had completely melted, and the bright red paint stained the pure white cream red, like a bowl of blood.

"Happy Birthday...... Happy birthday...... Happy Birthday ......" like a broken pronunciation box, the girl made a repeating sound.

Sun Hui gritted his teeth, tried to break through the barrier of flames, and ran in the direction of the girl with all his might, but the power of the storm was too strong, and the roar of the storm roared in his ears, and the skin on his face was squeezed by the strong wind pressure and produced a huge pulling force backwards, almost about to lift the entire skin of his face off the bones, and he could only be pushed into the distance step by step.

He was thrust to the ground, and at the moment when consciousness was about to disappear, the girl's last voice reflected off the dark wall, echoing in his ears for a long time:

"Dad, I love you!"

"I love you too! Linlin! He yelled loudly.

He awoke from the darkness, tears pouring out of his eyes like a dam bursting through a broken embankment, sliding down his cheeks and into his mouth, and a bitter taste suddenly spread. He felt like he was missing one of the most important parts of his life, but he couldn't remember what it was.

The pinprick headache pulled him back from his grief to reality, and he struggled to find some of the chaotic images in his mind, he watched the screams of people in pain, the tongues of fire from pistols, the strange and intricate words, and the patterns of terrifying creatures, but when he was about to grasp them, they were like pieces of mirrors about to shatter, starting as a crack, making a hissing sound, and then as the cracks wandered, countless cracks spread out, and finally covered the entire mirror, and with a bang, they dissipated. Leave yourself alone lost in the open space.

He found himself wearing a thin underwear, lying on a steel bed, the cold of the steel surface transmitted to the nerve center of the brain through the touch of the skin, under the action of the reflex nerve, he couldn't help but want to get out of the bed, but the weakness of the body made him unable to maintain his balance, and finally, he fell off the bed.

He lay on the ground and tried to stand upright, but the strength of his legs was too weak, and he tried many times, but failed.

He heard a crunching sound and looked up to see a white woven lamp flickering above his head, the flickering light flickering on and off dividing the room into day and night.

He struggled to get a glimpse of the room during the day. It was really an icy room, not only the feeling of temperature sticking to the skin, but also the decoration of the whole room, a world made of silver and white, reminiscent of a desperate coldness, death.

The white walls wrap around the perimeter, creating a quiet, enclosed space, which is punctuated by shimmering silver fixtures. The heaviest silver of these was a huge steel cabinet next to him, three compartments above and below, like a coffin in one mouth, from which an even colder cold air oozed from it.

At the same time, a pungent smell came to my face, which seemed to be the smell of disinfectant water, mixed with the smell of some alcohol.

He feels like he knows this place!

Visual and gustatory information are intertwined and converted into electrical signals that follow the neural network deep into the central brain, and the brain immediately makes an astonishing judgment that this is a morgue.

What the? Mortuary!!!

An inexplicable sense of fear in his heart broke through the shackles of weak legs, Sun Hui stood up suddenly, and hurriedly checked every inch of his skin, afraid of finding a trace of strange scars.

But why was he in the morgue?

He looked around, hoping to find someone to answer the question, but in the end only the crunch of the flickering incandescent lamp answered his question weakly.

He knew that the answer was only for himself.

He dragged his weak legs and limped in one direction. Ahead in that direction, he saw a silver rectangular locker, and he was desperate to find something inside, at least a piece of clothing to cover his body, after all, the cold almost took away all his thoughts.

He opened the locker, and there was a white overalls hanging inside, stained with drips of dried blood, but he didn't think too much about it, and immediately took it out and put it on his body.

It seems that the force of the tugging of the clothes is too fast and pulls a mirror hanging behind the cabinet door, the mirror is like a pendulum pendant, making a simple harmonic motion, shaking a few times, until it loses the strength of its support, and falls to the ground, with a crisp sound.