Rainwater pools down the gutter into a meandering stream that flows downward. It ends not in the ocean but in a filthy and dark sewer, stained with rat's whiskers and rubbed by garbage. The originally clean rootless water has become filthy after several reincarnations, or wandering in place, or passing by the scenery on both sides of the gradual drift.

The raindrops ticked on the roof, like countless clocks turning up the volume. Fang Fan's whole (shēn) was covered with viscous glue at this time, and his movements became sluggish and lazy. But his mind was spinning, and the first prompt on the screen read: 'Stand in the desert and look out over the pond.' ’

Fang Fan looked at the hint and then took it to heart, and walked to the table where the blood was released. He carefully observed the six cups of blood on the table, and although all six cups were red, there were some differences in color. At this time, there was a sound of rustling from the side of the cage, Fang Fan knew that it was the sound of a knife cutting the rope, but now he had to be calm and must not be disturbed.

Although Fang Fan had already taken that hint to heart at this time, he was still helpless in the face of six cups of blood. He picked up one of the cups and sniffed it under his nose, and suddenly he saw a capital letter F written in a blue pen at the bottom of the glass, and then he picked up several other blood samples to look at the bottom of the glass, and the other five glasses were marked with blue and red letters. Fang Fan combed through his mind, and the blue letters were F, S, and L; The red letters are L, T, and E.

At present, although there is a letter here, there still doesn't seem to be any breakthrough in combination with the prompt. The six red and blue letters swirled back and forth in Fang Fan's mind like propellers, and the feeling of dizziness made his blood qi go up and down.

"If you don't start again, the rope will break."

The cobbler's voice sounded faintly, and Fang Fan suddenly became agitated, in order to avenge Zhang Ze, he definitely couldn't make up for it at this time. At this time, he suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Zhang Ze drove Wanli to the supermarket, and when he came back, he and Fang Fan complained that the air conditioner in the car was better than the weather outside. When Fang Fan thought of this, it suddenly dawned on him that those blue-red letters might be the same as the division of the air conditioner in the car, red represents (rè) wind, and blue represents cold wind, just like cold-blooded animals and (rè) blood animals in nature.

This conjecture is not unreasonable, and at present, time is pressing, so we can only go down this line of thought. Red for blood and blue for cold-blooded, Fang Fan gradually found the key to solving the puzzle. Now it's time to prompt the appearance, 'Standing in the Desert and Looking at the Pond'.

Not long ago, Fang Fan was bored, so Han Shuo recommended him to read the newly published encyclopedia, in which he happened to see cold-blooded animals in the desert, the most representative of which was the lizard. The English word for lizard is Lizard, so the blood sample labeled with a blue L is lizard blood. It's much easier to be a cold-blooded animal in a pond, and when you think of a pond, it's easy to think of frogs. The English word for frog is Frog, and the cup marked with a red F is frog blood.

Fang Fan poured frog blood and lizard blood into the beaker, then stirred well, and then he walked towards the book on the table. He poured the mixed blood into the groove as he watched the cage door. When the blood in the beaker was poured into the groove, the blood seeped down the groove, and a moment later the first lock on the book opened, revealing the second lock. At this time, the first cage on the wall was also flipped back.

"Not bad. I knew you could do it. ”

The cobbler teased Fang Fan with a sarcastic taste through the camera, and Fang Fan replied.

"Don't worry, we'll see you soon. We'll have a good chat then. ”

"Don't get carried away."

With that, a second prompt appeared on the screen: 'The roar of all beasts shattered all dreams.' The moment the prompt appeared, the squirming voice just now sounded again, and Fang Fan still speculated according to his previous thoughts.

Fang Fan knew that the King of Beasts was referring to the tiger, but what was the Ten Thousand Beasts referring to? This time, he focused his attention on three red marked blood samples, marked L, T, and E in turn. Fang Fan touched the stubble on his chin and muttered to himself.

"T is most likely referring to the tiger, Tiger. But it is the king of beasts, and what are the beasts mentioned in the prompt? What will L be? ”

Fang Fan searched for the few words in his head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Although he couldn't think of a reasonable word, he guessed that the 'roar of all beasts' might have mixed all the blood now, but at this point, the blood of the frog and the blood of the lizard had run out. Fang Fan thought about it, frogs and lizards could not be considered beasts, so he poured the blood samples from the other four cups into the beaker separately with a fluke mentality, and this time he only got one-third of each blood.

After stirring well, Fang Fan took the beaker and walked to the book on the table, pouring the blood in the beaker into the groove. Fang Fan was silently praying in his heart at this time, but the blood sample in the groove did not slowly seep in, and suddenly the door of the second cage opened with a bang, and the ground began to tumble rapidly. Immediately after that, countless thumb-sized black and red ants crawled out of the ground, and they rushed towards Fang Fan like a tide.

"It's a shame you didn't open the second lock. But don't be discouraged, I've got a consolation prize for you, the Man-Eating Ant. This is something I've got for you, and they won't leave easily if you don't contribute something. ”

Fang Fan hurriedly jumped onto the table next to him, looking condescendingly at these hungry beasts, who would be devoured by them at the slightest mistake. He fumbled on (shēn) and finally found a lighter. Fang Fan took off the outer (tào), and then pressed the lighter one after another. The heavy rain had already rendered the lighter ineffective, and the wet tào was not a perfect ignition material. The click of the lighter was like a death knell of despair, and he threw 外 (tào) along with the lighter towards the ant colony. At this time, the ant colony was already slowly climbing up along the table legs. Fang Fan remembered the words of the leatherman just now, "If they don't contribute something, they won't leave easily." ’

Fang Fan took out the Luo Blade from his waist, and then cut a long blood channel on his wrist, and the blood fell into the ant colony along his wrist, those ants swarmed towards Fang Fan's blood, their thirst for blood was beyond Fang Fan's imagination, and the scene at this time was a fight between the same clan. The sound of tearing armor from the colony was constantly heard.

Fang Fan tore off a strip of cloth from his clothes, and then strangled it tightly above the wound, the bleeding wound was finally stopped, and the number of man-eating ants continued to decrease. Due to the excessive blood loss just now, Fang Fan's eyes suddenly went dark and he staggered forward a few steps. Fortunately, he held on to the table so as not to fall, and the sound of crushing the corpses of man-eating ants came from under his feet, and they were the same victims as Fang Fan.

"Awesome, awesome. I can actually think of a way to let man-eating ants kill each other. I appreciate your wisdom more and more, and I will give you another chance If you fail again this time, I'm afraid your blood will not be enough to supply the second wave of man-eating ants. ”

As soon as the words fell, two more vials of blood samples appeared on the table with blood samples, Fang Fan leaned against the wall and looked over, it turned out to be frog blood and lizard blood. He mixed the six types of blood together in the same way as before, and then stumbled back to the groove next to the table, he poured the blood into the groove, and then the blood seeped in, and the second lock was opened. At this time, the third layer of locks was finally revealed, and as long as this layer was also safely opened, the cobbler could be seen to avenge Zhang Ze.

This belief supported Fang Fan to stare at the screen, but at this time, a ghost had already appeared in front of him, and the screen swayed like a fallen leaf floating in the air. At this time, a third prompt appeared on the screen: 'The roar of the steppe is always accompanied by a deadly rush.' ’

Fang Fan held on to the table and walked to the blood sample, and had just determined that T was the blood of the tiger. What has not yet been determined are the red L, E, and blue S. Fang Fan thought about the hint for a while, this time it must be related to the grassland. After a few moments, he deduced that the blue S should be a snake, Snake. The red L should be the lion, Lion. The red E should be the elephant. In this way, it not only conforms to the laws of cold-blooded animals and (rè) blood-blooded animals, but also conforms to the habitat of the savannah.

Fang Fan looked at the six cups of blood samples on the table again, except for the frog and the tiger, the other four could find their traces in the prairie. So Fang Fan put all the blood samples of lions, snakes, elephants, and lizards into the beaker, stirred them well, and walked towards the grooves on the book. Fang Fan blinked vigorously again, the cold feeling brought by the heavy rain and the fatigue caused by the excessive blood loss caused by dealing with the man-eating ants made it difficult for him to stand steadily at this time.

"Fang Fan, don't hold on any longer, in fact, you just ask me, and I will help you get out of the predicament at this time."

The cobbler's words made Fang Fan, who was about to die, suddenly regain his spirit and said.

"I should thank you, cobbler, if it weren't for your disgusting voice, I might have given up."

Fang Fan poured the last cup of blood into the groove as he spoke, and the blood sample of the third layer also seeped in, but at this time, the iron door of the third cage had already opened. Because Fang Fan had been delayed for too long, the knife had already cut off the ropes on the cage of the three places, and his dark green eyes were shining in the dark. As the third lock was opened, the entire book opened automatically, with a rusty key inside.

"This key can open the door in front of you, as long as you can survive under its sharp teeth."

Fang Fan was in a daze and heard a low roar from the side, he glanced to the side, and saw a pair of green eyes staring at him, and his feet were still getting closer to Fang Fan from time to time. Fang Fan smiled faintly and said.

"I'd better take a break."

With that, he collapsed to the ground. The wolf king slowly approached Fang Fan, first sniffing at his side (shēn), and then gently (tiǎn) the wound on his wrist, the wolf king snorted softly, and at this time it was actually as docile as a dog, wandering back and forth beside Fang Fan (shēn). After a moment, Fang Fan slowly sat up, and he felt as if he had regained some strength. Fang Fan looked at the Wolf King, he didn't know why the Wolf King didn't bite him to death, in fact, Fang Fan had made a gamble just now. If he was really bitten to death by the wolf king, it means that his life is like this.

Fang Fan took the key and walked towards the door, and finally opened the door after repeating it several times. As he passed through the gate, the Wolf King returned to the third cage and closed his eyes slightly. In front of Fang Fan was a long corridor at this time, and he walked towards the door at the end step by step. Overhead, the cobbler's contemptuous mockery was heard. Fang Fan didn't go to his heart at all, now he only had the door at the end in his eyes, it seemed that as long as he opened that door, everything would be liberated.

Fang Fan turned the doorknob, there was a chair in the room, countless bombs were tied around it, and the countdown on the big screen had begun. Fang Fan vaguely saw a person sitting on a chair with his back to him, he staggered to the side of the chair, and then twisted the chair over. The enemy's face did not appear in front of Fang Fan, he grabbed the scarecrow on the chair and tore it in half with force.

"Fang Fan, our game is over, this is my last gift for you. I am extremely sorry for Zhang Ze's death, and I can only blame him for not being blessed with a short life, hahaha. Now you go to him with your last gift. ”

"Cobbler, I swear I'll tear you to pieces."

The countdown to the last two minutes has already begun on the big screen. Suddenly, Fang Fan heard an explosion coming from behind (shēn), and he muttered to himself.

"It's easy. Zhang Ze, I'm coming to you. ”

Fang Fan simply sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the last moment to come. Suddenly, he felt the feeling of being in the playground that day, he didn't understand it at the time, and he could only speculate on his own feelings, no wonder Xuzi Dao scolded himself for knowing a (pì) at that time. If it weren't for this environment, how could there be such a desperate feeling?

The roar of the explosion blasted the last room into the sky, and Fang Fan felt at ease with the whole (shēn) at this time, and he guessed that his soul must have left the skin. He slowly opened his eyes, not seeing the legendary heaven. Instead, seeing Mishima's anxious face, Fang Fan looked around at the long corridor just now, and the room in front of him no longer existed.

"Mishima, why are you here?"

"Don't talk about that yet, I'll get you out of here."

Mishima was accompanied by heavily armed members of the CLA, and under their cover, Mishima withdrew from the Qingfeng slaughterhouse with Fang Fan. Mishima took Fang Fan to a safe place, and he shouted loudly.

"Medicine box, give me medicine box."

After a while, a CLA team member ran over with a medicine box, Mishima said.

"Fang Fan, I'll help you stitch up the wound now, but there is no anesthetic, you can bear with it."

Fang Fan didn't say anything, Mishima looked at him and then started stitching, from the beginning to the end Fang Fan didn't say a word, as if the needle was pierced on someone else (shēn).

"Alright. It was Wanli who asked me to come, and she said something happened to you. ”

Fang Fan bounced up from the first aid (chuáng) like an electric shock and asked.

"Wanli knows everything?"

Mishima shook his head and said.

"She said she just had some bad premonitions."

Then Mishima asked cautiously.

"What about Zhang Ze's corpse?"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Fan's tears burst out of his eyes, and then he said lightly.

"Didn't find it. It was I who dragged him down, and if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have died. I'm a complete piece of shit, and I've never wanted to come out of the shadow of incompetence (yīn), and I'm nothing without nightmares. In the end, I still let the cobbler play it, and Zhang Ze's life was lost by me like a bargaining chip. Zhang Ze died because of me, what face do I have to see Wanli. ”

Mishima patted Fang Fan on the shoulder and said.

"Wanli said, no matter what, I will take you back to meet her. I'm sad too, but before you're sad you have to take your responsibilities like a man. ”

Fang Fan nodded, wiped away his tears, and said.

"That's right, I should go back and give Wanli an explanation."

The momentum of the rainstorm has eased a lot, and although the rain has not stopped, the shadow of the rainbow is faintly detected in the sky. It was the most beautiful reflection in the puddle, but at this time, in Fang Fan's eyes, it was nothing more than a black ring.

The (chūn) bar has never been so quiet, even if there are no customers on a regular basis, you can hear the laughter of Yuu Toyoya and Wanli, and now it is like an invisible hand pressing the pause button of the (chūn) taste bar. There is only space to pause, and time is still tirelessly rushing.

The wind chimes at the door jingled, and Mishima stood at the door with Fang Fan in his arms, Wanli's heart completely fell into the ice age. She hid and ran towards the rest area behind her. Fang Fan was about to shout, but was stopped by Feng Gu You.

"Let her be quiet, and you go and take a rest."

The rainstorm gradually dissipated at some point in the evening, but the sky had not yet cleared, and Fang Fan sat (chuáng) while looking at the birds standing on the branches of the trees outside the window, and his heart suddenly felt irritated. There was a knock on the door.

"Fang Fan, I'm in."

It was Wanli, Fang Fan was shocked, and then hurriedly went down to the ground and waited for Wanli to enter the door. Her eyes were red and swollen like apricots, but they shone with a strong light.

"Wanli, you all blame me, I didn't bring Zhang Ze back."

"What are you going to do next?"

"Catch the cobbler and avenge Zhang Ze."

After that, Wanli raised her hand and slapped Fang Fan, Fang Fan still lowered his head guiltily, and Wanli said with tears in her eyes.

"This slap is for myself, if you can't avenge Zhang Ze, I want your life."

Wanli pondered for a moment and said.

"Zhang Ze told me, he doesn't blame you, it's all his willing."

With that, Wanli left Fang Fan's room. Fang Fan had been standing in the room like a zombie all night, and the only thought in his mind at this time was how to make himself stronger. He seemed to see that the whirlpool in front of him was constantly pulling him into the abyss, and Zhang Ze's painful wail was the background music in the whirlpool, pure and terrifying.

In the early morning, as soon as Mishima entered Fang Fan's room, he saw that the room was empty, and Fang Fan was nowhere to be found, so Mishima muttered to himself.

"But don't do anything stupid."

Fang Fan left the (chūn) bar as soon as the sun came out. At this time, he stood at the door of the shroud shop, and he was thinking about who could help him at this time, and in the end, there was no more suitable person except Xuzi Dao. Fang Fan pushed the door and walked into the shroud shop, at this time Xuzidao and Tong'er had not woken up. He walked to the door of Xuzi Road and knelt on the ground, he had already made up his mind that there was no other way to take revenge.

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