Zhang Heng found Songjia in the innermost compartment of the bar's women's toilet.

Fortunately, Miss Translator was just unconscious, Zhang Hengzhi checked it and found that her body was fine, so he woke her up, but Songjia looked dazed and didn't remember what happened before.

Her memory was stuck in the time when she washed her hands after going to the toilet, not knowing that she had actually walked through the ghost door.

If it weren't for the guy who called himself Naiyarathotep, the original plan was to stuff the freshly baked knotted spine into Zhang Heng's body without anyone knowing, and it is estimated that Song Jia would not have been left alive, and he should still have a way to enter tonight's matter in the future.

However, this time he fought with Nayarathotep, and Zhang Heng was not without gains.

The real thing is that he got the last piece of the puzzle about his life story from Nyarrathotep's mouth, combined with the stories told by Sachus before, and the words that Loki said before he died, he can finally restore what happened back then.

Of course, Zhang Heng didn't think that Nyara Totip was really as honest as he said, and told everything frankly, in fact, almost all the words of Nayaratotep in the previous conversation between the two revolved around how to make him accept that spine willingly.

The effect of that bloody gadget was obviously not just to help him resist the spiritual invasion of the owner of the city under the ice, Zhang Heng believed that Nyara Totep was hiding some other things, but on the other hand, in order to let him fit his spine into his body, Nayaratotip was indeed unprecedentedly honest about other things.

Of course, the most important thing is the attitude shown by Naiarathotep, he was very confident from beginning to end, and seemed to be sure that Zhang Heng had no second way to go except to accept his proposal, and even after Zhang Heng clearly rejected him and the two fought again, he also left a sentence to warn Zhang Heng not to go to that under-ice city.

It seems that in Nyarrathotip's view, the separation of the two this time does not mean that they have become enemies, and there will definitely be a day when they will meet again, and on that day, Zhang Heng will believe what he said before and accept that spine again.

"What are you thinking?" Song Jia frowned when he saw Zhang Heng and asked.

"It's nothing, it's almost dawn, I'll drive you home first." Zhang Hengdao.

"Oh, okay, excuse me." Songjia stood up from the ground, and the thought of sleeping in the toilet for so long made her cheeks feel hot, and sure enough, it was not good to be drunk.

As a result, as soon as she got up, a female drinker walked in from the outside, and the female drinker saw Zhang Heng stunned there, and after about two seconds, she stuck her head out and looked at the sign on it again, confirming that this was indeed a women's toilet, and then looked at Zhang Heng and Songjia's eyes became a little strange.

Song Jia knew what the other party was thinking, because after she saw this scene, the thoughts in her mind should be similar, but she was difficult to argue at this time, so she had to lower her head and leave the women's toilet quickly behind Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng drove Songjia's off-road vehicle to send her back to her accommodation, and then he also went back to the hotel to sleep, and he also felt a little tired after tossing all night, and the news he got from Sachus and Nyarrathotep also needed to be digested slowly, but this was all later.

Zhang Heng originally thought that he would sleep until noon this night, but he didn't expect that not long after he lay down, he opened his eyes again, but he looked at his right hand, and found that the starfish he had been wearing was not there, and at the same time, there was light shining in through the gap in the curtain.

Zhang Heng walked to the bedside, opened the window, and saw that the entire street was burning, and there were flames everywhere as far as the eye could see, those shops, cars, and trees on the side of the street were all set on fire, and even the smell of burnt paste came from the hotel room where he was.

The fire was approaching the bedroom on the second floor where he was, the fire was fierce, Zhang Heng got dressed and didn't go to the stairs, because it was already surrounded by flames, he directly turned over the window and fell to the ground.

Although Greenland's public finances are average, and there are some understaffed departments that provide public services, it is still a very strange thing that the fire has not yet seen the fire show up when the fire is so serious, Zhang Heng raised his eyes and almost couldn't see the houses that were not burning, and many houses were far apart from each other, and he didn't know how the fire spread.

What's even more strange is that even if the fire doesn't come, there is no reason for the locals to watch their houses burn down like this, in fact, Zhang Heng found that he didn't see anyone on the street at all, until he walked about fifty meters away and came to an intersection, and finally saw a person, but Zhang Heng couldn't ask anything from his mouth.

For the poor fellow was surrounded by fire, and though he was still running, it looked like a burning torch, and he fell headlong to the ground before he had crossed the crossing, and crawled a few more steps, and at last never moved again.

This is obviously an extremely tragic scene, but Zhang Heng did not see any painful expression on the face of the guy who was burned, on the contrary, the torch man's eyes were full of joy and madness, and this expression Zhang Heng was not unfamiliar, because in the art museum before, those fanatical believers were like this.

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows as if he had thought of something, and then he stepped over the corpse on the ground and continued to walk forward, and five minutes later he finally met a new living person, and this time there was more than one.

It was three young men and an old man, the three of whom were dressed entirely as students, but who were holding torches and gasoline instead of books, and the old man carrying a shotgun.

They were playing a pleasant game, the old man blasted one of the students' heads with a shotgun, and the other two threw gasoline on him, and the old man turned his gun and killed another student, but the other student finally struck a match and set the old man on fire, causing the latter to burn along with the street.

At the same time, the student picked up the shotgun that the old man dropped on the ground and aimed at Zhang Heng, who was walking towards this side, but when he raised the shotgun, he lost the shadow of the Chinese in front of him.

Zhang Heng casually picked up a broken lamp from the side of the road, stabbed the one with sharp glass shards into the neck of the last student, and then did not look at the other party's corpse, but continued to walk forward.

Eventually, at the end of the street, he saw a figure.

The figure sat on the throne made of corpses, looking down on him condescendingly, like a king, and at the same time, Zhang Heng also looked up at the person on the throne, the eyes of the two intersected, and Zhang Heng saw that the person had a face exactly like him.

No, rather, the man who sat on the throne now was him, but the sparkle in those eyes was completely different from his, full of unspeakable terror.