In the eastern suburbs of Kumamoto City, the land is empty and sparse in early winter, with a few yellowing weeds growing sparsely.

The trees looked scrawny, and the ditches were filled with mud and dead leaves.

The surrounding deserted houses are in tatters, covered with a layer of ash that has not been swept for many years, and the eyes are full of desolation.

Song Sizhao looked at the empty wall twice, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

She once again confirmed the address information in her hand and sighed helplessly.

You can't even see a human figure in this hellish place.

The depression around is terrible, how can it be possible to live people.

Song Sizhao took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and knocked out a cigarette with some melancholy.

The little spark flickered only on the fingertips, but not to the lips.

She watched boredly as the cigarette curled up, but a pair of big eyes flashed before her eyes.

Moist and with a hint of flattery, full of joy and anticipation.

It was as if there were two small flames burning in the pupils.

If someone knows that they are not here to propose, but to find trouble.

Will he ignore her again in a fit of anger?

Song Sizhao pressed down with melancholy, the guilt that rose in his heart, and his eyes were slightly dark.

In a short time, a group of search team members turned the perimeter of the wall upside down.

A burly man immediately reported the latest search results to Song Sizhao.

"Boss, we've found a secret passage under the wall. After opening the secret passage, there is a staircase, which is about ten meters long. At the end of the stairs there is a solid steel door with a fingerprint lock on it. Moreover, our other team also found the probe of the periscope in the grass. The location of the target's hiding can be determined, which should be behind the iron gate. ”

Song Sizhao nodded at him and didn't speak, but there were many thoughts in his eyes.

That guy has really found a rat hole now, and secretly hides in it, trying to avoid the disaster that follows alone.

The location is so hidden, no wonder they searched for a long time.

Itachi continued to ask, "However, there are no personnel in there to respond. Do you want to ask the technical team to come over and break down the iron door? ”

Song Sizhao shook his head and groaned.

"Wrap up! Stand by after lining up! ”

The sun slowly sets in the west, and the midday sun turns into the afterglow of the setting sun.

There was a strange silence among the ruins, and a row of warriors stood straight, no one speaking.

Occasionally, a few small birds flew through the woods, chirping in search of a nest for the night.

"Whew-" The sound of the car's sudden braking suddenly broke the silence of the wilderness.

Four embarrassed men immediately stepped out of the cabin door.

The gray-blue taxi roared and disappeared.

Song Sizhao's face twitched, and he couldn't help but step forward quickly.

She snorted as she approached quickly.

These people are now as unclothed and miserable as refugees on the run.

The woman was also disgraced, and only when she was smiling, she showed a mouthful of white teeth.

The only fat man who was neatly dressed was also squatting on the ground and vomiting because of motion sickness at this time.

Everyone's clothes were stained with strangely colored stains, and there was a strong smell of bloody fish, which escaped in the air and smelled pungent and unpleasant.

All of this seems to tell others that they have experienced an unusually bad life-and-death battle.

Moreover, the process is bound to be dangerous and thrilling.

Song Sizhao was not shocked on his face, but he set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

She couldn't help but exclaim in her heart: Could it be that they participated in another mysterious event?

Song Sizhao, who just survived the mysterious incident.

She only now knew that the place was as cruel and bloody as hell.

The end of the world that Zhong Lingxin said before may not be true.

Her brain suddenly became sluggish as if it had been infected with a virus in her computer.

This is such an elusive woman.

She's not cowardly, she's so selfish that she only dares to hide in the corner.

Now he has taken the initiative to enter another dimension.

Song Sizhao was a little messy, and his brain was running even slower.

The fat man in uniform and the other two people must have been survivors of this incident.

She raised her eyebrows and stared at Zhu Dafu, who was unusually eye-catching, curious about how such a fat person could survive.

Zhu Dafu didn't know that he was motion sick until now, and he was so frightened that he closed his eyes in the car.

At first, he thought it was quite exciting, but then he was disgusted by the shaking and shaking.

He tried to forget the unbearable knots in his chest for a moment, and tried to distract himself by thinking about the food, but to no avail.

The driver finally braked suddenly, and the car version of the roller coaster stopped.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly jumped out of the car.

Zhu Dafu couldn't help it, his chest was like a river overturning the sea, and a stream of hot air gushed out from the mouth of his throat.

He struggled to get up from the ground in a daze, his head dizzy and met a pair of eyes.

Between the four eyes.

The condescending sense of oppression spread rapidly like an electric current along those bottomless black eyes.

That sharp gaze seemed to materialize into a sword, stabbing him through the cold.

Zhu Dafu's chest inadvertently felt a cramp.

Great sorrow and joy, plus motion sickness after the energy was exhausted.

Zhu Dafu's body was already crumbling.

Now that he was agitated by this non-angry and self-righteous look, his eyes suddenly turned black and he fell to the ground suddenly.

Zhong Ling's heart trembled, and he hurriedly stepped forward.

Lu Qianzhe, who was still muttering to the driver in a low voice, stopped scolding.

He jumped over suddenly, shaking Zhu Dafu's body non-stop.

"Fatty, fatty, you can't die, I won't laugh at you anymore."

Zhong Lingxin checked Zhu Dafu's body, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief with a smile.

She glanced at Lu Qianzhe, who was crying and chirping, and a hint of banter flashed in her eyes.

It's better not to tell him, who let him laugh at Zhu Dafu all the way.

Song Sizhao touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, and couldn't help but wonder a little.

Her eyes are so powerful now? Scaring the fat guys?

Song Sizhao's gaze turned to the person who was crying.

Her pupils constricted, and her eyes were full of surprise.

It wasn't her cheap brother's assistant.

His face was dirty and messy, and he didn't recognize it for a moment.

Lu Qianzhe immediately revealed a comatose handsome face behind him, which made the calm on Song Sizhao's face fall apart.

It turned out to be Lin Yincheng, how could that stinky boy get mixed with her.

Song Sizhao couldn't guess anymore, and hurriedly yelled behind him.

"Smell the incense, get out of the ranks. Go see the two unconscious people. ”

The shortest of the soldiers in that row stood up and ran towards Zhu Dafu and them in small steps.

She is actually not short among ordinary people, she is one meter seven tall.

Exposed to the wind and sun all year round, the exposed skin is wheat-colored.

Wen Xiang smiled shyly at Lu Qianzhe, like a girl who grew up in the neighbor's house, beautiful and comfortable.

The ripples of Lu Qianzhe's heart lake are not stopping.

In a blur of his eyes, he felt that his spring had come.