From the calculated edge, only two rooms remained.

The trio unanimously decided to take the plunge and see if they could reach the so-called edge.

It's just that when I couldn't help but walk to the last prison, looking at the last round iron door in front of me, I couldn't help but tremble a little even with my hands holding the pull ring.

The world behind the door is supposed to be the so-called prison edge, and the hope of escape lies there.

At this time, I suddenly realized a problem, since the square space I was in was moving regularly, how could I guarantee that I had traveled all the way through, and the position in front of me still had no end point out of orbit.

Maybe the direction of the team has been lost invisibly, but we don't know...

When I woke up, I was lying on a hospital bed, next to Xiaoyue, who was peeling apples.

She saw me open her eyes dimly, and even the apple fell to the ground in excitement, and at that moment I faintly saw tears falling on her face.

It was excitement and joy, and it was instantly clear in eye contact, that I was afraid that I had been lying in this bed for too long.

Covered with white sheets and a rusty oxygen cylinder next to the bed, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed when I woke up in this strange room.

Fortunately, there is Xiaoyue, she told me everything after I fell into a coma.

It turned out that the end of the secret passage actually led to the elevator mechanism where the Japanese army escaped, and the old thief did die in the tomb.

The broken corpse was witnessed by Xiao Yue and the fat man, and the fat man remembered that he was his senior brother and also found a bone burial ground for him, which was a simple overkill.

As for when I started to fall unconscious, they didn't pay attention to that.

It was only when they boarded the elevator that they suddenly noticed that there was a figure missing from the group, and when I turned around, I was already lying on the stone steps with my eyes rolling.

The mask on his face had also fallen to the ground.

"Shhhh So, we managed to escape. ”

I couldn't hold back the joy in my heart, but I found that there was no pain in my body, I didn't feel it so strong when I was in the tomb, but now it seems that even my brain hurts.

After experiencing this time, Xiao Yue in front of her seems to have changed a lot compared to before.

It's just that when she told me the next news, even her mind seemed to stiffen.

"After I came out, I met Officer Liao, it turned out that the hospital had already been sealed off by them..., and there were some strangely dressed people among them."

"It's someone from the military, and this matter has been intervened by the military!"

In an instant I came to my senses, but it didn't seem to be a big deal, and there was no Yin Bead in the tomb that I had been looking for.

"Since they want to, let them search."

Recalling the experience when I woke up, it was like a dream of Nanke.

said that he and the fat man Xiaoyue finally looked for an exit in the Super Cube Prison, all because of the hysteria after the lack of masks.

Three months later, my condition finally deteriorated and exploded, but fortunately, with Xiaoyue's company, I was no longer so lonely.

And the cancer cells have completely invaded most of the organs in the body, and I am like a dying person frantically starting to grasp the life-saving straw.

I even didn't hesitate to spend the inheritance that Wu Laogou inherited to me, I really wanted to live too much, and the most important reason was because the Yin Zhu hadn't been found yet.

After chemotherapy once a week, my condition finally stabilized, and after Xiaoyue became unemployed, she stuck to me like kraft candy.

Perhaps this analogy is not too apt, because how could she, a 19-year-old girl, take such good care of me, a dying man who is nearly 30 years old.

If there is, it means that she must have some secret that she can't tell.

Without a mask, I often wake up at night from nightmares.

Almost every night I dream of a skinny little girl with two tall men standing beside her.

The fat man always liked to have a cigarette in his mouth, and there was a terrible scar on his face.

As for the tall and thin mysterious man, I couldn't see his face clearly in my dreams, it was all hazy.

At Xiaoyue's insistence, I decided to see a psychiatrist while my condition was improving.

As my wheelchair was slowly pushed into the ward by Xiao Yue, there was a man in a medical coat and glasses on his face sitting in the narrow space in front of me.

It was drizzling outside the window, and I was even starting to get tired of the weather, and I couldn't help but lose my temper every time it rained.

Of course, taking advantage of Xiaoyue's departure, he threw the pillow angrily.

I confided all the nightmares I'd had for days to the man in front of me, and he told me that wearing a mask to prevent a split personality was just a psychological suggestion and an illusion.

Then he asked Xiao Yue to exit the ward first, wanting to communicate with me, a patient with a psychiatric history, alone, but when the door of the ward behind him was gently closed.

An invisible depression and fear permeated his heart.

"I see..., can you draw the outlines of the three people in your dream on this piece of paper?"

The psychiatrist in front of me was smiling, he turned around and took out a pen and paper from the drawer, and the smile on his face made it impossible for me to refuse.

His own painting can only be regarded as the realm of ordinary people, unlike some people who are born with talent for art.

However, I tried to depict many details, such as the little girl in the middle wearing a floral cotton jacket and a scar on the face of the fat man next to her.

The tall and thin figure on the other side always can't see the face clearly, etc.

The psychiatrist in front of me took the portrait I handed me, staring at the pale C4 paper with his eyes, as if he was pondering something thoughtfully.

"Mr. Gan..., what else have you fantasized about before..., for example, you have a friend who is a police officer."

I was stunned for a moment, then asked with wide eyes, "Police...?" ”

The psychiatrist's words completely despised me, after all, at the beginning of the story I really knew an old detective who was not reconciled.

It's just about what he looks like, I can't remember anyway.

"Old Yan!"

"Who is Lao Yan..., I don't have any impression at all."

Thinking about it, I felt as if my scalp was about to explode, and I couldn't help but cover my head with both hands, but my eyes were inadvertently aimed at the C4 paper I had just handed over.

Where are the three figures in the dream painted on it, and they are clearly a burly figure.

The police uniform he wears, his figure and temperament invisibly reveal majesty and justice.

It's just that there's nothing on his neck..., and I didn't draw his face in the painting just now.

Immediately after that, there was a buzz in the brain, and something seemed to break the shackles, but it was forced to hold back.

When the time was over, I looked at the psychiatrist in front of me and couldn't help but have a question in my heart, and then asked cautiously.

"Am I the weirdest patient you've ever received?"

After hearing this, he couldn't help but push the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then shook his head gently and smiled.

"I've treated a lot of patients with psychiatric pre-histories, some of whom are on the verge of collapse."

"One patient said that when he was born, he found that no one around him, including his parents, had no heads."

"It's just that I was still very hazy at that time, and it wasn't until I looked in the mirror when I was five or six years old that I realized why other people's necks were empty."