Marina City.

Outside the city's third ring road.

The scenery in front of her evokes memories of the past little by little, or the silence that returns to death after being shrouded in night, Fang Ting carries her satchel and walks heavily, she takes advantage of the night to walk along the empty sidewalk in that familiar direction.

Under the dim light of the street lamp, the girl's shadow was stretched long. A gust of wind blew, as if to blow away her lonely shadow, cruelly depriving her of the only thing that accompanied her.

Fang Ting's face was a little dazed.

She frowned, thinking over and over again the question that the man had asked her, the serious look, the undisguised hatred......

When you were eleven years old, that fire, how did you survive.

Fire.

She always thought it was just a dream.

Fang Ting still remembers the whole afternoon when she went to her partner's house to play, and everything seemed peaceful and beautiful in her memory.

The sun near dusk shone in through the glass windows that had not been cleaned for a long time, with a bit of lazy tiredness. They bathe in it. The girl in my memory was sleepy from playing, so she quietly lay down on the small table and took a nap, and then, when she woke up to say goodbye to her partner, she returned home.

I can't remember the rest of the story.

If it is really related to the "fire" in Zhuo Xuan's mouth, it is probably a childhood dream when he took a nap that afternoon.

In that short, painful dream, the flames engulfed the whole house, and she cried out for help in the fire, but all she could see was a frightened, faded face.

That was Zhuo Xuan's face.

All that was left was the crackling and burning flames, the rancid smell stimulating the sense of smell, and the skin was scorched by the scorching flames. Beads of sweat broke out all over her body, and her voice became hoarse as if she had been screaming for three days and three nights......

Help me.

She called, her face tired.

……

When she woke up from the dream, Fang Ting broke out in a cold sweat. She looked around and saw Zhuo Xuan holding the small train toy in his hand, his face was puzzled, as if he didn't understand Fang Ting's strange behavior at all.

It was still that quiet and peaceful afternoon, and when I woke up, my partner was in front of my eyes. It suddenly occurred to her that it wasn't a bad thing to go through that terrible nightmare.

Leaving those things behind, Fang Ting always thought that she had a pleasant afternoon.

If it weren't for the fact that he met Zhuo Xuan again and brought up the incident again, Fang Ting thought that he would not think of those things again.

Only, is that really a dream?

Is oneself really in this world?

……

Chen Zhuo slowed down.

In his sight, the back of the girl carrying the satchel was sparse, as if she was caught in some kind of mysterious thinking, and she couldn't easily find the answer, so she stopped in place, like a cold and lonely sculpture.

He hid his body beside a wide and fat tree, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and stared at the motionless girl. His hand unconsciously rested on the trunk of the tree, and his sleeve was slightly raised, revealing a watch as black as ink.

……

Forty minutes ago.

Chen Zhuo's right hand stroked the hard dial on his left wrist, feeling a slight tingling, the smile on his face slowly retracted, and then his gaze swept to the luxuriously decorated hall.

A few waiters pacing back and forth in the hallways, wearing uniformed shirts and vests, and customers flirting with the cashier sitting at the bar, everything seemed so ordinary and ordinary.

The voice echoing in my head was as heavy as the sound of a temple bell.

"Terminal connection, the task is now released as follows: Containment of the Beast."

"Warning! Warn! The beast appears within fifty meters of the terminal! ”

Such a voice made Chen Zhuo anxious, as if he had been splashed with boiling water, his mood became restless, and he was restless.

Within 50 meters......

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and had already drawn a circle with a radius of fifty meters centered on his position. In this way, it is possible to determine the approximate range of animal activity. It's just that Chen Zhuo, as a veteran who has carried out several missions, still doesn't dare to act rashly, because no matter which direction the beast appears from, it will be a disaster for those who run around.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly fixed on a guest who was slowly walking out of the box with his support against the wall.

Chen Zhuo pondered for a moment, took the initiative to leave the seat at the bar, and the lord stepped forward and stretched out a hand to try to support the man who was walking staggeringly: "Sir, I'll help you." ”

"No, no!" The man's body was full of alcohol. His face was a little ugly, his cheeks were red, and he looked at a pair of leather shoes and a pair of crisp trousers, and immediately pushed away the waiter who tried to support him.

Chen Zhuo watched silently as he walked to the only bathroom within fifty meters.

When his body was completely submerged in it, Chen Zhuo waited for a long time to make sure that there was no scream, and then slowly moved out and came to the bathroom door.

Rushing......

He felt relieved when he heard the sound of flushing, and after a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the door and asked, "Is there anyone inside?" ”

……

"Someone! The door won't open! ”

……

The voice inside was like a bomb about to explode, full of despair and resentment. Chen Zhuo's face was as usual, and he tilted his head slightly to look at the rest of the waiters who were still wandering around the bar in the corridor, and finally confirmed a fact.

None of them could hear it.

The movement here is like taking place in an isolated space, and no matter whether the people inside are alive or dead, they cannot transmit information to ordinary humans.

Only the Chosen One.

The corners of Chen Zhuo's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a cruel smile, he opened his mouth softly, and responded: "No one, what kind of broken place is this, the door can't be opened......"

As he paced away, he heard a scream behind him, and through the door, it was as if he was isolated from another world.

……

Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the girl.

The unsuspecting girl continued to move her steps in the direction of the depths of the street. Occasionally, the cars passing by in the lane were fast, and the sound of tires rolling against the ground muffled Chen Zhuo's footsteps.

He seemed cautious and patient, and step by step, he approached the girl who was acting rather strangely.

It's so weird that she's been talking to herself about something since she just started.

It's just that, because of the distance, all the words become blurred under the dilution of the wind, and only the struggling emotions are transmitted to the ears.

Chen Zhuo's breathing was a little heavy, and his footsteps that fell closely behind the girl were a little messy, and the distance between him and her was less than an arm's length.

He suddenly raised his hand and tried to put it on the girl's shoulder.

"Hey—"

His voice froze abruptly.

A sharp pain came from his chest and abdomen, and his outstretched hand remained in the air.

He slowly looked down, and in his sight, a slender arm that looked like it had been burned pierced through his body, and then the sharp pain of the flames came, causing his skin to begin to glow with a strange fire.

It's almost, it's almost......

An unwilling voice shouted frantically in his heart.

In his increasingly blurred vision, the girl didn't seem to hear the first call. Her figure did not stop at all, but silently walked into the distance, farther and farther, farther and farther away......