The inhumanity of these little devils committed decades ago, and I still hate them even now.

But there is one thing that has to be admired, that is, their excellent military technology, and the small design embodied in the inconspicuous place.

For example, the ** in front of you is designed to be hit before throwing.

In addition to avoiding accidental injury to soldiers, it can also be used as a grenadier shell for high-precision firing.

I put the well-preserved ** in my pocket, and inadvertently brought out another black and white photo in my pocket.

This old black-and-white photograph was found in the crack of the backstage wall where Xiao Nan used to work when Qinglong and I visited the theater.

Although the waxy yellow paper of the photo has been somewhat decayed, the two large, one small and three figures on the photo can still be clearly reflected in the eyes.

Inadvertently, it hooked me into the strange memories hidden in the depths of my heart.

I have to admit that I have to take responsibility for Xiao Nan's death, whenever that pretty military figure appears in my dream, tears will always flow uncontrollably down my cheeks.

Until the figure of Xiao Yue appeared in his mind, this woman who only appeared in newspapers and forged memories.

I couldn't even get out of that real and illusory memory because of her, I always felt that everything was real but it was like acting.

These things may seem unrelated, but they all point to the strange man in black who has imprisoned me in my hospital room for ten years.

To this day I still don't know, what exactly does he want me to do for him?

Or was he looking for something?

In the past ten years, I have been dreaming one dream after another, until there was an internal negligence in the man in black, and with the help of that mysterious Xiaoyue, I completely saw the light of day.

Back in this black-and-white but real world.

I leaned against the wall behind me and pondered, still unable to guess why the strange man in black had imprisoned him for ten years.

And the dream-like experience during this period could not make me breed the slightest hatred for him in my heart.

Suddenly, a pungent smell woke me up from my memories, and I didn't know when the thief hole behind me had gushed out a large area of yellowish solution.

It seems that the monsters are chasing after them.

Seeing this, I hurriedly called Suchak to be on guard, and held the Japanese command knife in my hand like a life-saving straw.

The scabbard of this knife is about one meter long, and it is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand, and even after so many years, the scabbard has not been too badly corroded.

It's just that Suchak and I never had a chance to pull it out, and we don't know if the blade inside is curled.

Just as the strange sound behind him continued to sound, the pungent and disgusting smell finally spread along the thief hole behind him.

The two of them could vaguely see that there were many strange lights flickering in the thief cave, and after careful inspection, they found that those lights were blinking eyes.

Then the old man, covered in eyeballs and solution, slowly crawled in from the entrance of the cave.

This extremely disgusting scene almost once again set off the stomach acid tumbling in Suchak's stomachs and me.

Seeing the monster approaching, it was impossible to fight in a narrow space, but in fact, the most important thing was that.

This thing is covered with eyes, soaked in a specimen bottle for so many years, and it hasn't died, has it become some kind of terrible monster?

I barely dared to look up at the walking dead moving a little bit on the ground in front of me.

Out of fear from the bottom of my heart, for fear that getting a little bit of unknown liquid will induce some terrible adverse consequences.

In desperation, I threw the knife at Suchak, who was closer to the monster, and told him to resist for a while, while I turned around and kicked desperately at the locked cell door.

Hopefully, in the course of a few decades, the lock outside the door has long since decayed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he kicked twice, Suchak shouted angrily behind him.

I turned my head to look at him, only to realize that when he pulled the command knife out of its scabbard, it was only a 20-centimeter-long broken knife inside.

And there are several small Japanese characters engraved on the blade.

"I am willing to break the sword and remember, and I will not create another killing in the future."

Looking at the few crooked little words on the blade, he recalled that conscience found that he kept confessing to the owner of the diary, and couldn't help but scold.

"Damn, you will be remembered, what are you doing if you break a good saber, this will make us two miserable."

I couldn't help but curse him a thousand times in my heart, until I conveyed all this hatred and strength to my legs, and I kept kicking the iron door in front of me.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, the entire rotten iron door was kicked open by me into a big hole, and I couldn't see anything clearly inside the black rumbling.

Seeing this, I hurriedly beckoned Suchak behind me to escape, and I myself was the first to burrow into the iron gate.

I didn't expect this to be nearly a minute.

The constant sounds of fighting and the pungent smell of solution in the prison made me a little worried about Suchak's safety.

Although his physical strength is much better than mine, but because of the poisoning before, and the expired anesthetic injected into his body, what if he fights with that monster and is eaten by the monster.

Although we have been together for a few short days, he has also carried me in a coma in the tunnel, and he has escaped the dangerous murder again and again.

I can't say that I can't see death without saving him, and I can't leave him here.

He was guarding the gate of the prison and finally made up his mind to go back to save him, but he didn't expect a familiar but pungent smell to come from the dark corridor outside the prison in front of him again.

I could vaguely see a very strange woman in the darkness, limping in my direction.

All the joints and bones in her body seemed to have been brutally torn, so that she trembled from side to side when she walked, and even her feet turned upside down.

The most bizarre and terrifying thing is that there are two heads with long black hair on the neck of the body.

I suddenly remembered the remains of the twins I had seen in my diary and in the specimen bottle, and my heart suddenly cooled.

Under this double fear of terror and psychological torture, I completely collapsed to the ground and couldn't help but fall backwards again and again.

This feeling is even more desperate than being trapped in the tomb of Concubine Jin, almost lifeless despair.

At the moment, he was defenseless, and he could only watch the strange figure in the darkness, twisting and moving over a little bit.

The pungent smell of embalming fills the darkness and makes the nose a little swollen and sore.

I didn't expect to die here today, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation in my heart, and subconsciously looked up.

I found that the twin monsters that had been stitched together had come to me, a little blurry in the dim light.

I could only faintly see her long drooping hair dripping with pungent liquid, and the sallow and horrible face under the black hair was staring at me.

The dark eyes have no whites, and they look extremely terrifying.