The terrible and deafening sound of drums, connected into pieces, echoed in my head.

It seems to resonate with the internal organs of the body.

The sound beats to the beat of my heart, every time it flutters.

My heart hurts.

Ganzi..., come back. ”

Brother Leng's voice echoed behind him.

I knew that he would come to me, and even if he was out of the group, he wouldn't be able to leave me alone.

But at the moment, I can't care so much, and those men in black in gray cloaks are approaching me little by little.

The sound of drums in my ears intensified, like some kind of mysterious sacrifice.

At last.

In the next second it stops.

My heart shook suddenly, almost tugging at my internal organs.

"Poof..."

I fell to my knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Keep your head down.

At his feet, a pair of covered boots, flickering left and right.

Unconsciously.

I ran to an unfamiliar environment, and the voices of my comrades behind me were cut off.

On both sides of the body, there are narrow corridors.

Buzzing in my ears.

Lowering his head, he looked at the pair of covered boots in front of him, and gradually looked up a little bit.

In front of me, a mysterious stranger.

Dressed in an ancient scaly red robe, it seems to be a mysterious sacrificial costume.

He holds a black drumstick in his left hand and a flower hub in his right hand.

The whole body was mixed with gold objects, and two red ribbons hung from the sideburns on both sides, on which mysterious runes were carved with gold threads, like ancient charms.

Around his neck, a huge black rosary hangs.

The mask with a copper-colored pattern on the top of his head reflects a little copper light in the faint light, concealing his true appearance.

My eyes were empty, and my black sockets, as if there was an endless horror hidden in them, were looking down at me.

"Ahh

My pupils dilated, and I couldn't help but scream in horror at the staring at him.

He looked down at me as if nothing had happened, and turned away.

Fade into the darkness, leaving only the sound of fading footsteps.

A huge fear permeated my heart, and I was completely frightened and fainted.

Hazy.

The vision is getting clearer and clearer.

A little girl in a floral cotton jacket with her head tied into a double ponytail.

He was looking at me curiously.

Although the distance between me and her was so close, it seemed to be through a thousand layers of fog, so that I could never see her face clearly.

I was a little timid, just staring at her blankly, desperately trying to escape, only to find that there were doorless walls all around.

Suddenly.

Two men appeared out of thin air in front of him, one was tall, well-built, and even slightly fat.

The other, however, wore a black old-fashioned leather jacket with an equally blurred face.

"Fat uncle, this big brother has been staring at me."

The little girl suddenly spoke, waking me up.

I tried to run away, but my hands couldn't move.

"Little girl, don't lie."

"It's obviously just the three of us here, where is the strange uncle."

The slightly chubby man responded to the little girl next to him with a smile on his face, then turned around and looked at the room vigilantly.

I was terrified to the extreme.

It wasn't until I looked at the little girl and pointed in my direction that I panicked, but my legs were like rocks, and it was difficult to shake half a minute.

The fat man walked in the direction the little girl had pointed out, little by little.

His face was as blurry as his head, almost touching mine.

Under the layers of fog, it faded in an instant.

What I saw was a bloody face, yellow grease, and bare.

The skin was flavouring, revealing scorching marks.

The whole head, as if it had been blown apart, emitted strange syllables.

"Little girl, are you lying again, what's the strange uncle here."

I was so frightened that I held my breath, looked at the man in front of me, like a dead corpse, and left little by little.

Gently, with a sigh of relief.

Suddenly.

The fat man seemed to realize something, and he turned his head.

Broken jaw, flare.

The muffled voice that came out of my mouth woke me up completely.

"Poof..."

I came to my senses, and the blood in the corners of my mouth, mixed with stomach acid, vomited out all of my brain.

The dream was so real, so real that I could barely tell the real from the fake.

On both sides of the road, there are dark corridors, and I don't know where it leads.

I only vaguely remember that I was forced to run away from the group of mysterious people.

The solid ground under his feet was cold and piercing.

Sweat mixed with the blood on the face, and there was a sticky feeling.

It made me very uncomfortable.

I lay on my back on the ground, breathing heavily, not caring if there were impurities in the air.

After a calm rest, I turned around and pulled out the hydration bag from my backpack.

With the last strength left in his body, he unscrewed the lid, poured out a little water, and applied it to his face.

This is despite the fact that in such a dangerous situation, a waste of water is a waste of life.

But the stickiness on my face really made me unbearable.

A little bit of coolness stimulates my skin, and even more stimulates my tired nerves.

In an instant, I felt rejuvenated and breathed more freely.

I looked up, leaning against the rock wall carved out of the rock formation, and surveyed the darkness around me.

This is a very narrow corridor, and the cold wind blowing at both ends exudes endless darkness.

I'm a little dazed.

Look at the ground under your feet, paved with stone bricks.

My heart is also a little confused.

In a trance, the communicator in his hand suddenly emitted light.

I pulled myself together and laboriously clicked on the listen button, but I heard a familiar voice that I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Where the hell are you going, are you crazy?"

The platoon commander's voice scolded me sharply, but there was a trace of concern in his serious tone.

I couldn't describe it for a while, and even I began to wonder if there was something wrong with my spirit.

What you see is an illusion.

"I..."

I held the communicator in my hand and faced the platoon commander's questioning, but I was at a loss for words.

"What are you..., stay where you are, don't move."

"The bottom here is surprisingly big, and if you're not careful, you'll be trapped here, keep in touch."

"Roger."

I cautiously hung up the call and looked at the communicator, which was still quite charged.

An inexplicable joy rose in my heart, as if I saw the hope of living.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain that came from all over my body.

The words of the platoon commander echoed in my ears.

He said he wanted me to stay still and wait quietly for help.

But leaning against the wall, my heart became more and more uneasy, and an indescribable feeling kept echoing in my heart.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

I struggled to my feet and walked towards the aisle on the left.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless darkness, like a whirlpool leading to hell, swallowing me little by little...