I'm obsessed with her.

Even in a trance.

In my heart and head, the green figure with a touch of military color all appeared.

The back of running away, like a lively and active elf, made me stunned for several days.

I have an indescribable feeling about her.

It was as if her smile could take away all the pain on my body.

My mind gradually returned to reality.

I had a cigarette in my mouth and barely any good clothes left on my body.

The bare skin was also blistered.

But at the moment, my heart is "very comfortable".

Like a spring breeze, a sunny day in June.

I took two puffs of the cigarette butt in my hand and stepped on the ground.

Vigorously wipe the photo clean.

Then he put it in his hat.

The whole team was depressed and terrible, more than a dozen people, leaning against the corner.

All were silent.

I don't know what my comrades in front of me are thinking.

But I do have to pay for the recklessness I just had.

I picked up the rifle next to me and gave a standard military salute to everyone.

"Hummingbird, member of the Spirit Squad".

"Ask for the team to broaden their horizons and explore the way ahead."

Everyone, half-confused, looked up at me with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I have words on my face, why do you look at me like this."

Only Brother Leng walked over with a serious expression and patted me on the shoulder vigorously.

"Don't do it."

"What we need now is unity, one more person, more strength, and another five minutes of rest."

"All together."

He has a loud voice and a military atmosphere in his gestures, which can be called my role model.

I kept my head down.

Sit on the ground again, leaning against the cold wall on your back.

But I suddenly remembered the scene that happened in the "female autopsy room".

Is it an illusion and why is it so real?

In a trance.

It's as if I'm in an eerie dissecting room again.

In front of him, there was a lonely female corpse lying on the operating table.

She shuddered her fingers suddenly.

Raising my head, the huge gouge on my stomach was like a vicious mouth leading to the abyss, trying to devour me little by little.

In the eye sockets, there are no whites of the eyes.

Crumpled and stared at me.

"Ahem, let's go."

Brother Leng's deep voice woke me up.

I came to my senses and saw him with one hand over his mouth, his face pale and bloodshot through the cracks.

With an order.

Everyone packed their backpacks and walked silently in the long corridor.

I'm in a bit of a trance, and I always feel that Brother Leng is hiding something from me?

Behind.

The endless corridor was pitch black, and a puff of smoke filled the airway.

I couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or a reality.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the fog intensified.

With my eyes wide open, I walked straight into the fog and pulled out my pistol from my waist.

The next second.

But my nerves tightened, and my scalp tingled like it exploded.

In the thick fog, a strange woman was facing away from me.

She was wearing a pink kimono with a bundle of hair ornaments tied up on her head, revealing a burst of ancient elegance.

The wooden boots loomed under the thick fog, and I looked back.

The team seems to be going far.

I hurriedly turned around and broke through the fog, trying to call everyone.

Moment.

She spun around abruptly.

There was nothing on the pale skin, like a whiteboard in mahjong tiles.

"Ahh

I was so frightened that I woke everyone up with a scream.

Brother Leng looked at me eagerly and walked over quickly.

I forcibly held back my mind and kept myself from remembering what I had just seen, and opened my eyes.

found that everyone at this time, including Brother Leng.

On the top of his head, there is a miserable white palm.

It seems to appear out of thin air, but it is blurry and difficult to distinguish the truth.

Or an illusion.

"Brother Leng!"

I let out a roar of rage, and my mind paused for two or three seconds, because the scene before me was so weird.

"Bang."

A crisp sound sounded.

Before I could react, the walls on both sides squeezed instantly.

Completely separated me from Brother Leng.

All this in front of me was silent for no more than three seconds.

The stone wall was so tightly closed that it seemed that even a blade could not be inserted.

I sat on the ground, surrounded by narrow corridors and quiet darkness.

"Brother Leng!"

I reacted and roared.

I just felt that there was a nameless anger in my heart, which was burning.

"Poof."

A mouthful of blood spurted out, causing old wounds on the body again.

I gritted my teeth, my eyes bloodshot, and stared at the stone wall in front of me.

"Brother Leng!"

"Stop shouting, I'm fine."

Through the cracks, I vaguely heard his echo, in a trance.

only to find that the stone crack wall in front of him was retreating back little by little.

I was a little confused, and Brother Leng's voice came one after another.

"This should be the mechanism developed by the little devil at the beginning, although it can bluff people."

"But it is still far from the jack gate that our ancestors researched."

I was overjoyed and thought, you're fine.

Squinting.

Looking through the crevices in the stone that gradually opened, familiar faces came into view.

Brother Leng was lowering his head at the moment, holding a black artifact in his hand, as if he was carefully studying something.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to see what he was holding.

The next second.

But I saw a miserable white hand behind me, grabbing his throat.

In the dim light, I broke out in a cold sweat.

"Watch out behind you."

My eyes widened, and I almost shouted.

Brother Leng was stunned at first, as a special soldier, he naturally has far more acumen than ordinary people.

He looked back suddenly, only to hit the pale palm.

My eyes widened as I tried to help, but I couldn't do anything.

The palm of that hand, pale and dull, looked even more penetrating under the faint light of the flashlight.

I don't know why the other comrades didn't rush to help at this time, but I told me intuitively.

They also seem to be in trouble, and there is no room for optimism.

It's just me, separated by this stone wall, watching Brother Leng in distress, but there is nothing I can do.

I was so anxious that I subconsciously used my hands to open the gap, but like a mantis arm blocking the car, I didn't act beyond my strength.

But human potential may be limitless, and my eyes are fixed.

A wave of anger in his heart, accompanied by the muscles of the arms on both sides, quickly exploded.

With the force of my gritted teeth, the stone wall actually shook in the slightest.

"Bang."

There was another crisp sound.

The stone wall actually parted on its own, and I rushed in with an arrow.

Looking at Brother Leng, who was almost pinched and rolled his eyes, the fear of the "miserable white palm" in his heart was also ignored in an instant.

"TM, what the hell is this?"

I roared angrily, and grabbed the bare wrist with the white palm with both hands.

A delicate sensation that runs down the skin and stimulates the scalp.

In the corridor, a yin wind blew in an instant.

Blowing in my ears, it looks like a woman is lying next to her, blowing softly.