Knocking open door after door, Motosui hurriedly turned around in the messy small room, quickly turned around, and rushed back to the corridor that seemed to stretch forward infinitely.

The direction, the floor, no longer has any reference value for her now. Headless flies scurried through the unflooded area, taking a deep breath before kicking open the end of the door, then pinching her nose.

The deformed door axle is stuck. The icy water could only rush in through the cracks. Yuan Sui cursed in his mouth, stepped on the water and dragged out a slender large piece from the ruins on the side, and tried to pry the door open directly with his hands and feet.

Water pressure is her last helper. Yuan Sui exhaled and tightened his abdomen, and barely squeezed out. The bruised wounds were all exposed to the seawater in an instant, and she did not forget to comfort herself while suffering from pain, which was probably timely disinfection.

It was pitch black in the water, and opening her eyes didn't mean anything other than making her more uncomfortable. Gensui can now only rely on the ropes that diverge towards the surroundings to judge and avoid obstacles, and judge whether he is going upstream or downstream by sensing buoyancy.

Diving without any equipment is a big gamble. Once she couldn't pry open another "jar" that sank into the sea before the little oxygen stored in her lungs was exhausted, and in the hope that the rope tied to her waist would be able to successfully drag herself to the surface before she completely lost consciousness, all she could do was wait to drown.

Or maybe before that, she should have been crushed by the water below and fed to the fish. If you think about it carefully, this kind of death is quite environmentally friendly, not only directly cutting off the idea of her companions collecting the body for her later, but also making outstanding contributions to solving the food problem of marine life near the shore. It's really heartfelt.

The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, but the chill around her forced her to stay awake. Yuan's swimming posture is between freestyle and doggy, in short, it looks not only very unprofessional, but also a little joyful. It's a pity that in such an environment, it is unlikely that someone will suddenly appear around to laugh at her.

Communication equipment has long been unaware of which sea area it has fallen into. Reinforcements are far away. Even if there was still a trace of naivety in his heart, such as the fantasy that Ling Shucheng would fall from the sky again, Yuan Sui was unexpectedly sober at this time.

Such a heroic movie-like plot would never have happened to her. Of course, she didn't cause trouble all the way, so she could only wait for the vase foil that the hero came to the rescue. Ling Shucheng is naturally not the chosen one who has the aura of the protagonist and can always be a hero alive. No matter what kind of talent they have, they are just ordinary people at the mercy of fate.

Embattled. Alone. If they end up dying today, there would be no shame.

Rolling and crawling into another closed "fortress" where she could temporarily rest, Yuan Sui was choked by the sudden air and coughed a few times.

Fingers fumbled in the dark, and she decided to save herself a little energy.

Picking up something I don't know what it was, Yuan Sui knocked on the wall along the road, hoping that a living creature would hear it and give her a timely response.

Oh, she needs to pray again, the one who responds to her must be the only one.

Considering the ratio of the number of friends and enemies, Yuan Sui felt that this imagination was also a bit unrealistic.

The ground was still shaking—or maybe she couldn't tell if it was shaking under her feet or herself, and Yuan Sui covered her mouth and tried her best to control the feeling of nausea, and walked to a new end in a daze.

Forget it, hurry up, don't look for it. If Ling Shucheng couldn't even hear such a big movement, it was estimated that she wouldn't need to go through any more effort to save her.

Without giving himself any time to stay and rest, he plunged into the sea again, and Yuan Sui made a simple probability problem in his heart.

Assuming that the Zhuan is now split into a total of 100 pieces, half of which has completely sunk or has entered the water and is not saved, Ling Shucheng must be lucky enough to stay in the other half if he wants to live.

She had just finished searching for seven or eight pieces, and she was already tired of half her life. Then it stands to reason that she should be able to search for another seven or eight pieces with the remaining half of her life at most.

For the rest of the search, she needed to make sure that she didn't crash into something in the water due to a momentary distraction or a weakening of her natural ability to control, and she would be knocked unconscious and drowned...... In short, you can't die in the middle of the road, and you have to be able to bump into Ling Shucheng who can breathe right in these seven or eight opportunities.

Yes, able to breathe. If the other person is already dead, this question is meaningless.

In the end, she had to reserve a little strength in advance to pull the two of them up smoothly......

slapped his face hard, and Yuan Sui couldn't help but scold again.

Even if there is such a thing as a "god of destiny" in the world, will she be too strong?

Stepping into a new realm, Yuan Sui once again raised a faint hope at the moment of pushing the door open, and then fell to the ground and stepped forward.

The same piles of clutter, the same sloping ground. If it weren't for the fact that the water hadn't flooded in, Yuan Sui would have almost thought that he had already fallen into a closed loop.

But if you think about it carefully, her life in the past 20 years seems to have been repeating an established cycle.

Because of a person's existence and absorb some kind of hope, and because of a person's death and fall into confusion, under the smoothing of time, gradually forget the pain, try to accept a new person to take over the important position of the former, and then prepare to face loss again.

It's like opening a yellowed photo album, and the past recurs in her mind.

At first it was a tall and majestic back—at least a tall and majestic back for her childhood. Yuan Sui remembers the scene where his father said seriously that he didn't like snacks but turned out her private candy to steal it, remembered the smile when he handed him the peach blossoms, and remembered the last time he said goodbye to himself.

Next up is a sicklier boy than her younger one. But even though he had to stay in the hospital for 90 percent of his life, the boy knew things that Yuan Sui couldn't have imagined. In his stories, there are not only "gifted people", but also ordinary people who struggle on the vast land, and even anecdotes about the "six fingers".

Li Ran has shaped her character to a great extent. Yuan Sui had to admit it. He showed up when she needed someone the most, teaching her step by step how to live as happily as possible...... And then, in an extremely abrupt way, with all her happy moments gone completely.

Ling Shucheng's appearance seemed to be an accident, and it could even be said to be out of place. She has already completely closed her heart and accepted the reality that she can only live alone. But the arrival of this fool successfully changed everything. Not only is he stubbornly trying to share his barren inner world with himself, but he also has to try to solve as many problems as possible for an unlucky guy like her.

What a stupid thing.

And that sudden and justified confession...... No matter when, as long as he thought of this, Yuan Sui couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

All the bruises and wounds all over the body were already painful. As if to take advantage of this last opportunity to reminisce, Yuan Sui's mind was full of boundless things, but his footsteps did not stop for a moment.

Nothing could stop her but death.