I struggled to move over, grasping the needle-shaped cone with one hand and dragging the working arm with the other.

The robotic arm dangled in the air at the position of a punch above the opponent's navel, and silk threads erupted.

At such a distance, it was impossible for me to put the needle cone back in, and I couldn't do anything about it as I watched the people below start struggling.

"Stop, stop. Little love, stop. I shouted.

The arm slowly stopped and lifted, and I put the needle-shaped cone back on the arm.

"Xiao Ai, continue the operation." I shouted again.

"I'm sorry, but the external power system has been cut off. Less than two percent of the internal power system is no longer able to activate the robotic arm. Now use the last power to open the escape path for you, and the air supply system will be turned off in a minute. Please evacuate to a safe area as soon as possible, otherwise there may be a lack of oxygen. The electronic female voice said slowly.

The hydraulic door in front of him slowly opened, and the surrounding lights quickly dimmed.

One dead and one alive in front of my eyes, and seven more in the magazine.

I tried to pick up the dying man, grabbed his shoulders and sat him up, only to find blood gushing out of my belly button.

Then the man stopped moving, and I wanted to see how the man was doing.

But my ears suddenly felt blocked, and I felt like I couldn't hear anything.

And the oxygen is starting to thin out, and I can't breathe.

My head began to feel dizzy, and I began to crawl outward.

Unable to get up, he crawled all the way out in the open corridor.

I don't know if it's because I've been asleep for too long, or if there's really a tilt here.

I felt the whole hallway winding upwards at an inclination of more than a dozen degrees, and I don't know how long it took to climb.

It took me about half an hour before I finally saw the exit.

The tinnitus also started to get better, and I could feel that there was plenty of air not far away.

But I already felt very cold, and the further I went out, the more obvious the cold felt.

When I got to the window, it was a circular hut with heavy furs on the walls.

I struggled to get up and pull the fur from the wall and drape it over my body, and I looked at the glass of the hut.

It's white outside the window, it's winter?

I looked at everything inside the hut and it looked like a hall.

I can see things like the kitchen, and when I see the faucet, I feel that my whole throat is dry.

The reason why I can't speak may be because of the severe water shortage.

I turned on the faucet, but not a drop of water came out of it.

I felt hopelessness, deep despair.

In the deepest part of the downward sloping passage in front of you, ten magazines should be ten test subjects.

Now I'm the only one spared, and I have no idea what's going on.

There was a rattling and gasping sound from the faucet, followed by a tiny droplet of water to a small stream of water as thick as a string.

I threw my head straight over, but the water was colder than I thought.

I immediately understood that the water pipes were buried deep underground.

But because the weather outside may have been frozen by this time, it is fortunate that there is still water flowing out.

I started to hold the ice water in my hand, warm it up with the palm of my hand, and drank it slowly.

But apparently the palm of the hand is not warmed up significantly, and the hand is completely cold.

I found something, I rubbed my hands together.

I rubbed off the centimeter-thick dead skin, and at first I was startled.

After tearing it off, it was red and tender new meat, and I thought about how many years had passed at this moment.

I don't know if it's normal to have this kind of problem in my body, but my instinct makes me feel the pleasure of tearing off the dead skin.