154, the city of the four directions

Standing at the edge of the square, the quarantined man with a black flag in hand did not seem satisfied with the outcome in front of him. As he gestured down, the black flag drew an eerie black symbol in the air.

The silver-white jet of water instantly rushed into the torture pool of the electric riot.

The crowd, which had been scorched by the electric fire, was almost crushed under the impact of the water pressure.

Five minutes later, the punishment was over, and everyone was reduced to charred corpses, which were then unchained from the quarantined person and thrown under the cliff.

And on the chain, something black is condensing, like corpse oil.

The quarantiners collected the items and left.

Feng Yiling's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, although it was not clear what these quarantined people were collecting, but it was certain that all those who were caught here would end up like this.

After a long time, Qu Jinmo returned the same way with Feng Yiling. The night was deeper, and it was dark, and there was no life. Return to the rocks and spend the night in a deep cave (cavity). This is also the place where Qu Jinmo has lived these days. The stones were covered with quilts that were probably found in the town.

Feng Yiling and Qu Jinmo lay in their clothes, lying on both sides of the boulder that was not spacious. The night is deep, and apart from each other's breath, there is the heartbeat.

After a long time, Qu Jinmo turned over (身shēn), sighed, and spoke softly in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Every day, a large number of people are executed in the torture pool. Sometimes it's a dozen, sometimes it's hundreds, sometimes thousands. ”

"The punishment for these people is different every time."

"Some use fire, some use knives, some use electricity, water, and even some strange creatures—"

"I don't know what Brother Jiu thinks is the most cruel punishment in this world? I think the most cruel thing should be that people kill each other! ”

"Everyone has a weapon in their hands, and there is no human (性xìng) to slash and kill the nearest person (身shēn) - like an evil ghost and like a demon, who has long been detached from human (性xìng), numb! Everybody's got knives—"

"One, two, three, slash each other, and then be attacked from behind by another person, hacked to death in the same way-"

"One knife, two knives, three knives ......"

"In the huge pit below the torture pool, there are countless corpses, so many corpses that they cover the erupting hellfire!"

"Too much, too much!"

"I can't count them, there are old people and children, women and men—"

"Brother Jiu, if I die, will you remember me, remember me forever?" Qu Jinmo turned over again, approached Feng Yiling directly, and reached out to point on Feng Yiling's (chest xiōng) mouth, under the light of the light and darkness, her eyes flowed, and she was extremely sad.

"Will you give me a place here?"

Feng Yiling didn't speak, and sat up. He didn't know what Qu Jinmo had experienced in these twenty days, and he didn't know if time had really only passed twenty days in his memory, and he didn't know if there would be a place for Qu Jinmo here.

It's just that at this moment, I miss Mo Tong very much, and I want to see her and confirm whether she is safe.

Seeing Feng Yiling avoiding himself, his eyes were blank, not at all

Thinking about his own problems, Qu Jinmo smiled bitterly and swallowed tears.

"There are people on five nearby hills."

"All the people are raised on the top of the mountain."

"When it's dawn, you can go up the mountain to find her!" After saying that, Qu Jinmo got up (body shēn) and went to the outside of the cave, saying as he walked, "If Brother Jiu is tired and wants to rest, come to the foot of the mountain." ”

"In their eyes, the foot of the mountain is full of dead people, and no one dares to come down."

"You are at the top of the mountain, and you must not trust anyone easily, because the bad guys are hidden among them."

"You sleep, I'll go look at the stars."

Feng Yiling watched Qu Jinmo walk into the darkness, unable to hide the melancholy in his heart, lying down again, closing his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. All that lingered in my mind was Qu Jinmo's crying.

She used to like herself.

It's a pity that he can't respond to her, his heart is already completely occupied by the ink pupil, and he can't separate a trace for her.

After dawn, Feng Yiling took the dry food prepared by Qu Jinmo and followed Qu Jinmo out of the stone forest labyrinth. Qu Jinmo didn't follow him to the mountain, even if he tried his best to persuade her, she just shook her head. In the end, the two agreed that when he found Mo Tong, they would come to pick her up, and they left together.

Leaving the stone forest, Feng Yiling began to go to the top of the mountain with a sketch of the M area painted by Qu Jinmo. It turned out that the place where he rolled down was only a small hillside not far from the foot of the mountain, and the distance to the top of the mountain was quite long.

When the sun set, Feng Yiling climbed to the top of the mountain.

The top of the hill is extremely flat, and it is made of concrete steel (forbidden jìn) to form a huge square. At the end of the square, there are many high-rise buildings. Reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, those high-rise buildings look like ghost towers in a fantasy world.

There were obviously fewer people here than on the hill where he had been, and although they were also in a pile, like the people I had seen before, they wore prison uniforms, but the red number on them was much smaller, basically around 1,800.

Looking at the arrival of Feng Yiling, no one was curious, playing cards, and being in a daze. And those who do dirty things are even crazier than pig (meat ròu) zhang, and they do not hide it in the slightest. No one was watching, no one was coming forward to stop them, it seemed that they had become accustomed to it, and the victims were just as indifferent as the perpetrators!

Feng Yiling knew that it was impossible to ask these numb people for the news of Mo Pupil, he had to figure out what kind of place this was, what the operating mechanism was, and what the so-called [elimination] of those quarantined people was, so that he could have a chance to rescue Mo Pupil. If you can find the buildings of the city, you can find clues, at least it is much better than those barren mountains full of people.

Feng Yiling walked through the square and walked to the front of the high-rise building, where four blood-red characters [City of the Four Directions] were written on a low gatehouse.

Before they entered this strange space, the ghost had mentioned that those who entered the [City of the Four Directions] did not get out alive. That is to say, all of them are scheduled to die, and it will not be long before they will be sent to the torture pool.

Feng Yiling smiled bitterly and sighed, and then went to the [City of the Four Directions], he wanted to see what was in this city

Forcing him (forced bī) bī into this situation.

The facilities in the city are similar to those of the general commercial pedestrian street, and the windows on both sides of the street display a dazzling array of goods, as if someone has carefully cleaned them every day, clean and tidy. Signage for buildings in all directions stands on one side of the sidewalk.

On the street sign, Feng Yiling actually saw the indication sign of the Library Pavilion. He immediately walked in the direction of the direction, and after walking for about twenty minutes, an eight-story library stood in front of him.

The Library Pavilion, as its name suggests, was built for the collection of books. On the left side of the lobby on the first floor, there is a guide to the contents of each floor. Among them, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, literature, history, physics and chemistry, various classics, lost and unique books, and so on.

Feng Yiling plans to try his luck at the literary and historical level to see if he can find some clues.

Although the library was empty, you could feel the traces of someone taking care of it, and the air was faintly fragrant with sunlight and grass. Feng Yiling pushed open the door on the third floor, and a hand-copied book with the cover torn off suddenly fell from the sky and landed right at his feet. Feng Yiling grabbed the book and rushed in, but there was no trace.

The gate behind (身shēn) suddenly closed, making a loud noise, and Feng Yiling Quan (身shēn) immediately retreated to one side of the wall, leaning against the wall, looking around vigilantly. After not seeing any movement for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then flipped through the book in his hand.

The title page of the book reads:

Science and technology are the primary productive forces! Whoever is in the hands of science and technology is the first!

Human beings are bound to choose the best! The only way to choose the best is to clean and eliminate!

Feng Yiling's heart was stunned, excited, frightened, surprised, and panicked...... It's incredibly complex. You can be sure that this book that fell from the sky is what he is looking for! But what is the purpose of the man or the ghost who sent it to him?

Feng Yiling continued to flip through the book.

Area M is the first experimental area for elimination and cleaning.

It used to be not called Area M, it also had its own name, the City of the Four Directions. It's just that when everyone here is cleaned and eliminated, no one remembers it......

The book is only twenty-nine pages, and each page remembers the methods of elimination of those quarantined people who have mastered the power of science and technology, as well as the number of deaths and the consequences of the elimination.

On the twenty-eighth (日rì), the [City of the Four Directions] was eliminated by the quarantined people.

On the twenty-ninth day, the quarantined will be looking for a new test subject, and that is you!

The sun went down and there was darkness outside the window. Feng Yiling rubbed the sun (acupuncture xué), although he had a general understanding of this [City of Four Directions], he still had no clue about finding the ink pupil.

Feng Yiling Qi (身shēn) was about to leave, when there was a sudden thunderstorm outside the window, and it rained heavily in an instant. The rain fell on the window lattice, making splashes one after another. The bookshelves near the window were immediately stained with water droplets. Feng Yiling walked over, and there was no scene outside the window, the sight blocked by the rain line, smoky, isolated and isolated, everything seemed to be a ghost.

Feng Yiling stretched out his hand to close the window, and his face was blurry on the glass, and he was suddenly confused. Suddenly, a dark shadow passed behind him, and Feng Yiling Hui (body shēn) immediately chased after him.

The shadow seemed to be deliberate

To lure him (to lure yòu) always leaves a tail in his sight. Feng Yiling chased the black shadow and turned around, and actually came out of the library pavilion.

In the [City of Four Directions], where there were originally few prisoners, a large number of prisoners gathered at some point, and the black shadow rushed into the prisoners and disappeared in an instant. With the disappearance of the black shadow, the Library Pavilion and the [City of the Four Directions] also disappeared cleanly. The sky was still gray and oppressive, and the prisoners were still those prisoners, their faces blank and cold.

Feng Yiling suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, what kind of library pavilion did he experience just now, [City of the Four Directions], thunder and rain, and even Qu Jinmo is fake, is it an illusion?

No!

Not an illusion! The wound on his forehead was still aching, and he could see blood to the touch!

And what is all this in front of you?

Feng Yiling stretched out his hand and gently touched the prisoner on the side of the (body shēn), warm (hot rè) substantial touch! It's real!

The prisoner who was touched by him suddenly turned around, and it turned out to be Pig (肉ròu) Zhang! Looking at the fat and greasy face of the pig (meat ròu), the string in Feng Yiling's brain snapped like that!

(End of chapter)