The door behind him closed again, as if there were two worlds, and inside was a paradise, a paradise created by the devil. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info where there is no killing, everything is harmonious.

But out of this door, everything will be different. Gu Xing was carrying a mountaineering bag that he didn't know where to go, and it was carrying food and water for seven people.

They don't know how long they'll be able to hold out, but the first thing to do is to get out of here.

Looking back, it was a huge semi-circular building, jagged cement, and a forest of steel bars that had been drilled out of nowhere, and it was hideous.

Wu Yu lowered his head and bowed deeply here. The others looked at his inexplicable movements, because they really couldn't figure out who Wu Yu was bowing to.

Is it this "heaven", or his past, or everything else...

But what they didn't expect was that even Wu Yu himself didn't know why he bowed, but there was a voice in his heart that told him that he needed to do this, so he did it.

The sleeves of his coat were rolled up, and a half-arm scar on his left arm was revealed. This is also the reason why Wu Yu never wears short sleeves in spring, summer and autumn.

No one else may know or forget the origin of the scar, but he will never forget it.

He also used to hide himself, he used to be hypocritical, and he was once the most pretending student by the teacher.

But who in this world is not pretending? In front of his parents, he will pretend to be a son; In front of his grandparents, he would pretend to be a grandson; He will pretend to be a friend in front of his friends; In front of the teacher, he will pretend to be a student.

At this moment, he chose his true self. Because this is the real world, there is no need for hypocrisy here, there is no need for intrigue here, the only thing you have here is strength.

"Let's go." Wu Yu clenched his fists slightly and turned his head. Behind him is the past, a person should only look forward, nostalgic for the past, will never become a strong person.

It's a craggy path again, narrow enough to allow only one person to barely pass. As when it came, it seems that nothing has changed, but everything has changed.

The sky was dark and gloomy, like a combination of large-scale splashed landscape paintings and abstract paintings, chaotic. Occasionally, a ray or two of light came out of nowhere, reaching the surface from the sky, but it quickly disappeared.

Wu Yu took out a map from his pocket, which was something that was exchanged for a person's life. The map of Auschwitz, the hell that has been virtualized in the shape of a skull, is terrifying.

The prison and the crematorium have been silently excluded from the map by Wu Yu. These two places occupy the entire forehead, including the cut-outs of the eyes, and to put it simply, they have already walked a third of the whole of Auschwitz, and if they have walked the remaining two-thirds, they will surely find the exit.

Wu Yu glanced at the center of the skeleton, the place completely covered by reinforced concrete, like a tomb, buried deeply.

But Wu Yu knew that it might be the most terrifying place in Auschwitz, where countless people had died, who had been pushed and squeezed in, lied to that it was disinfected, but on the pipe overhead, dark green gas gushed out.

The crematorium may be just their resting place, but it is the real place of death, and if people can really curse the place where they die, then there is a forbidden place that will never be unlocked.

I don't know how long I walked, but the wind-blown man remembered goosebumps, neatly lined up on his arms.

The path enclosed by steel wire and iron fence stretches slowly, unhurriedly, anyway, those who walk on this road will be sent to death after walking, and no one cares about it sooner or later.

The street lamps were lying on the cement pillars between the barbed wire, listless like flowers starved of water, dying, unable to lift their heads.

Flickering twice once in a while, it seems to open its eyes, but it quickly fades away. They were tired of seeing it, and the people who came were no different except for their different faces.

The end, finally saw the end. A hint of coolness flashed in Wu Yu's heart, I don't know how many years ago, it was people like him who walked along this road. Finally, it came to an end, but death was coming.

The double-layer power grid encloses the front layer by layer. A wooden sign with a black skull stood there, lonely like a grave keeper.

Contrary to what you see on the map, this tomb is not a cold concrete building. Rather, it was a small house, like a small village in the countryside, with red brick houses and smooth roads, and even in front of the seven people there was something like a gate, and huge slogans hung on iron shelves.

"Is this a welcome to us?" Shao Zeyang raised his head and looked at the difficult English.

"I think you're thinking too much." Dongyue replied categorically, "From what I know about this place, it must be written on it, welcome to the center of hell." ”

"That's right!" The rest chimed in.

A few people walked slowly, looking at the place that resembled a town, where unknown trees grew, like raging flames, but this fire was black. Black dazzling.

"People! There's someone here! Shao Zeyang's exclamation once again attracted everyone's attention. At first, it was a little far away, and it may not be clear to see, but after entering, everyone realized that people coming and going on the street were shuttling through the street.

I can't say much, but the important thing is that there are people here!

After all, this is still a city, and there is no comparison between the remote "suburbs" and here. About thirty or forty people, swaying around the streets, their eyes wandering, not knowing what they were paying attention to.

"It's a city, and it's normal for someone to have people." Wu Yu stretched out his hand and pressed it on Shao Zeyang's shoulder to prevent him from jumping up, "But this place is different from before, there is no such unspoken rule here, and anyone here may kill you, so I still say that." Be careful, be careful in everything. ”

"Hmm."

Seven men walked into the town. However, this title only makes him feel more intimate, but in his mind, he is deeply imprinted with everything that happened here.

Gas chambers, gallows, laboratories, infirmaries...

I don't know how many names there are, some are nice and some are bad. But in the end, it's all about the same purpose... Homicide!

They don't know where to go, and now all they can do is move forward. The huge plaque behind him was thrown behind him, and the silent cold laughter came far away.

That sign did have it, but the words were changed.

Welcome to all of you, welcome to death.