A large group of people stared at Wang Ying, their eyes contained all kinds of emotions, some regretted and sympathetic, some felt that they deserved it, some watched the lively play, and a few were expressionless and numb. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's been a long time since I've felt like I've been surrounded in the middle, Wang Ying smiled bitterly, thinking about how beautiful he was more than a year ago, but after all, he still fulfilled that sentence.

The legal net is magnificent, negligent but not leaky.

The shackles have been with Wang Ying for almost a year, and at this moment there is a problem for the little armed police to untie the shackles, the keyhole is full of debris, resulting in the key not being inserted at all, and it can only be inserted halfway with force, and it cannot be unscrewed at all.

It took more than twenty minutes and various tools to finally unravel it.

"Here, this way!" A man in a suit uniform on the outside and a white shirt on the inside, wearing glasses, said mildly. Presumably the staff of the court.

Wang Ying nodded to him and walked along his instructions.

At the end of the passage is a plain red wooden door, only with a combination lock attached to it. The door has been opened, and a conspicuous sign hangs the family meeting room.

Wang Ying's heart trembled, how he couldn't wait to see his dear grandmother, and now this last face would break his elderly grandmother's liver and intestines.

Tears began to pour out like a flood that had burst the floodgates, and his grandmother was his only concern, and he had long regretted what he had done. But how can there be regret medicine in the world?

"If there is an afterlife, I will be a good person for everyone! Be filial to grandma! Wang Ying repented deeply in her heart.

In which field can you put your own intelligence and talent to shine?

The footsteps had reached the door, the last step was so heavy, the moment he raised his head, through the special plastic glass, he clearly saw the familiar old man opposite, at this time he was beating his legs with tears in his eyes, his eyes were sunken, his hair was white, and his rickety body trembled and trembled.

Calls can only be made through the phone in front of the glass.

"Grandma......" Wang Ying opened her mouth and shouted, "I'm sorry for you......" The emotions that no longer had any control began to collapse, when death was so inevitable and within reach, deep self-blame, shame, fear, several kinds of mixture, Wang Ying opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, beads of sweat the size of beans began to seep out, dripping next to the phone.

The old grandmother had no support at this time, and wanted to reach out and touch the poor grandson, but she was blocked by the cold glass. The pain of losing a son and husband in the early years clearly began to erode every pore of the body, and seeing that the only grandson in front of her was about to leave her again, the grandmother's eyes were closed, and she collapsed directly to the ground, convulsions and fainted.

She insisted on coming to see Wang Ying for the last time.

A girl immediately rushed forward and shouted anxiously: "Call an ambulance, call 120!" "The old man was carried out by several staff members and was being treated urgently.

It was a small slender hand that followed the call. A girl stood opposite. He is about 1.6 meters tall and has slightly darker skin than ordinary girls. It's the one who helped grandma just now. Lin Hui, Wang Ying's first love.

"You're here too?" Wang Ying glanced at it and lowered her head.

"You can go with confidence, grandma, I will take care of it!" The girl's voice was obviously crying, but she endured it.

"Thank you, Xiaohui, I was wrong before, find a good person to marry!" As soon as Wang Yingpao hung up the phone, he turned his head and began to walk back, he really couldn't stand it.

"A-Ying! A-Ying! A-Ying, don't go! Don't go! I don't blame you! The little girl, who had been a little calm just now, began to roar excitedly, flapping hysterically, and the staff of the meeting room hurriedly helped him to the chair......

Half an hour later!

Wang Ying was already lying on a special table at the moment, her hands and feet had been tightly confined, and she couldn't move at all, and several armed police stations with loaded guns and ammunition next to her were straight and straight.

Finally, he saw several people in white coats, white masks, and white hats resembling doctors walking in, their eyes without any color, and the people behind him dragging a cold iron tray with a finger-thick syringe on it.

Wang Ying suddenly felt unprecedentedly calm, it would be fine in a few minutes, and his consciousness would wither, he didn't know anything, and there was no pain.

Just get a good night's sleep.

The bright needle began to sway in front of his eyes, slowly moving to his arm, and the feeling of puncturing the veins made Wang Ying's chaotic brain suddenly sober.

In an instant, a heart-rending pain suddenly began to spread from his arm to his whole body, he felt that his body was about to break, his heart twitched violently, as if he was about to jump away from his body, he kept struggling, his wrist rubbed hard with the iron prison, drawing a deep imprint, the green tendons burst out, the heart began to explode, and a stream of red liquid began to rush straight to the door of his brain from his chest, and began to blur his eyes.

"Bang!" The floodgates of the brain were breached by the red liquid, and the entire head turned into a sea of blood, flooding.

"Am I dead?" Wang Ying didn't know why he was still conscious, he clearly sensed all this just now, he should have died, right?

I slowly opened my eyes, but found a magical scene, I was in a transparent and shiny aisle, the aisle has no boundary, the air is like gelatin, but there is no obstruction to breathing.

From time to time, there are shiny fragments floating in the corridor, which are engraved with words and patterns, the text is neat and atmospheric, and the pictures are lifelike.

A few big words: Humen sells cigarettes. On the back is a man with a long beard, with a resolute face and a solemn expression, wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, raising his hands to command something, and a worker with long braids is struggling to carry a basket of items, a fire is burning, the fire is reflecting, and the smoke is billowing.

I continued to grab a few more fragments, all of which were engraved with a few words.

"Taiping Heavenly Kingdom!"

"Li Zicheng uprising!"

"Xuanwu Gate Change!"

"Battle of Red Cliffs"

"What? Beijing Olympics dating?! ”

This is a fragment of history?! Am I on the course of history? Is this the legendary time tunnel?

I'm going to cross?

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Wang Ying began to mumble to herself. A huge shock hit the already dead mind, the head was hot, but it was unusually clear, and it had long forgotten the pain just now, replaced by the desire and excitement of the unknown.

What could be worse than death?

The gaze fell on a lifeless fragment, which lay silently in a corner, occasionally floating up with other fragments of history.

Wang Ying felt curious, and when she picked it up, she found that there was nothing recorded on either side of this strange fragment, and it was surprisingly bland, like a pudding for grandmothers sewing clothes.

Suddenly, the dim fragment opened a huge opening, emitting a burst of dazzling green light, and began to flow like a whirlpool, and a huge suction force rushed to his face, and before Wang Ying could react to what was going on, the whole person was sucked in at once.

My little cucumber, where am I going?!