I gritted my teeth and endured the pain in my body, my thighs and arms covered in blood.

The blood was crusting over and tingling my nerves, and I gasped for air, a wave of tiredness in my mind.

Looking at the small dark red iron door above his head, he pushed it with all his might.

I vaguely felt that I could shake it, but I was already exhausted, and a wave of tiredness hit.

The nerves, which have been in a high degree of tension, are gradually relaxed.

It's really time for me to rest.

The drumbeat behind him gradually subsided.

I don't know, what exactly is that sound? It's just that with every blow, the heart will feel like it will be broken.

It's like tearing it apart alive.

Suddenly, the communicator in his hand rang again.

This time it was still the platoon commander.

Without hesitation, I even clicked on the call button with some excitement.

As I waited for a long burst of radio waves, my brain paused a little.

I don't know when his voice was so important to me.

The platoon commander is not too tall, the first time he came to the team, he was silent, every time he carried out a task, he would never forget, most of them left me a few words.

But I know that he is a man with a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

I often saw him running alone to the cemetery garden behind the dormitory, carrying a few bottles of soju in his hand.

In front of several gravestones, tears were shed.

I don't know, who lives in the tomb, it should be his comrades-in-arms.

The sound of the radio waves subsided, and the familiar sound woke me up in an instant.

"Hummingbird, there's a small iron door in front of you, isn't it?"

I don't know why he knows everything about me.

So when his voice came out of the communicator, I was stunned for a moment before I responded stupidly: "Yes." ”

"Push open that door, I'll be waiting for you outside with everyone."

I was a little stunned, and my mind was in a trance again.

The platoon leader's words, as if every sentence, had an elongated tone.

The more you get to the end, the more echoes there are, like hypnotists.

It uses exquisite techniques to achieve a hallucinogenic effect.

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go home together."

The platoon commander's voice, like an auditory hallucination, echoed in my head.

"Go home...".

"Aren't we going to carry out that task?"

I subconsciously spoke, but the other end of the communicator suddenly fell silent.

The sound was serene and terrifying, as if it were dead silence, except for the sound of my heartbeat rising and falling in my chest.

"Plop, plop..."

On the other end of the communicator, there was no response for a long time.

I even wondered if I was really having auditory hallucinations.

However, on the screen of the communicator in front of him, the platoon commander's communication was clearly displayed.

The scarlet words caught me off guard.

The tiredness of the body is getting worse and worse.

I waited for a long time, my eyes narrowing into slits, and finally closing a little bit.

I endured my tiredness and tried to use my hands to pinch the wound on my leg to achieve the goal of sobering.

But as soon as the hand was halfway raised, it involuntarily and slowly put it down.

I was so sleepy that the tiredness came like a tidal wave, and I fell asleep completely.

The picture in front of me was twisted, and in the confusion, I felt like I was back in the team again.

The scene was both familiar and strange.

It was the scene when I was at the bottom that I insisted on opening the iron door on the wall.

It was quiet darkness all around, and the cold ground under his feet was covered with strips of artificially excavated traces.

It's like someone, using a chisel and a hammer little by little, to smooth the road surface.

The team gathered around the iron gate.

The comrade-in-arms, driven by curiosity, stretched his arm into the crack in the door little by little.

Looking at the little black blood oozing from inside, I suddenly woke up, and when I tried to stop it again, it was too late.

The platoon commander glared at me angrily, as if he was a little angry, my inaction just now.

I don't know what was going on in my head at the time, why I was standing still and not moving.

"It's obvious that he wants to put his hand in it, what does it have to do with me..."

I subconsciously opened my mouth and instantly realized how irresponsible this sentence was.

But fortunately, the sound seems to be small and can only be heard by mosquitoes.

The platoon commander looked at the arm of his comrade in front of him, and even stretched his entire arm into it regardless of his safety.

I froze in place, and it took a few seconds for me to come to my senses.

Why don't all people speak?

I'm a little curious.

Out of the guilt I just had, I was a little embarrassed.

Looking at the front of him, his teammates worked together, and the crack in the door gradually cracked.

I was so bold that I stepped my whole body in, first with my arms.

Then the head, and finally the legs.

"Hummingbird, what are you doing?"

The platoon commander spoke angrily, but he was already a step too late.

I looked at the darkness in front of me.

It's like even in space, but there are no stars in front of you.

The cold breath, through the yin wind, whirred through the door.

I started to get scared, I didn't know why I did it, it was like someone was subconsciously guiding me.

I turned around, looked at the bright crack in the door in front of me, and flinched abruptly.

An invisible force tugged at me behind me.

"Who..."

I subconsciously turned around, but suddenly I saw it.

As we entered the abyss, the shriveled old monk was staring at me with his eyes closed.

Dressed in a yellow cloth robe, my withered and shrunken palms, like claws, held the placket of my clothes hard.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

In the eye sockets, shriveled eyeballs.

Like a black-purple grape, it lit up instantly, without the slightest whiteness of the eyes.

The whole eyeball is black, black and shiny.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly retreated.

The comrades-in-arms in front of me didn't seem to see me, but they all gathered around the platoon commander, and the somewhat reckless comrade-in-arms were worried about their safety.

I saw the platoon commander's face, covered with cold sweat, and the arms of the two people had already withdrawn.

The platoon commander clenched his arms and showed us little by little.

In the gap in the crowd, I saw his wrist, bare, nothing.

Subconsciously said: "Platoon commander." ”

"Why didn't you bring out your communicator?"

The comrades-in-arms beside him turned their heads one after another, their expressions were a little puzzled, and even angry.

"The hand is saved, what more communicator do you want."

I woke up suddenly, and a sense of fear from the inside out.

Suddenly got up, but his head hit the top rock less than half a meter high, and blood flowed in an instant.

His eyes were covered by the blood that flowed down, and the thoughts in his head became more and more terrifying.

The platoon commander's communicator had obviously been lost in the iron gate.

So long, who is it.

Keeping in touch with me with his communicator?

My brain buzzed.

It's like being in a cold ice hole.

The cold, clear water, mixed with ice ballast, poured into my mouth little by little.

I frantically waved my arms like a passerby who had accidentally fallen into an ice cave and was about to drown.

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