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There was only a little bit of fire left, and that glimmer was the fuse of black powder.

The hand of the hundredth is like the wings of an angel, and I am like a doll that is set in place.

At this moment, although it was flying in the grotto, devouring bats, the endless and beautiful cries were piercing.

But I couldn't seem to hear, I froze in this moment, remembering my past.

I was by the little river, in a clean little ditch, the shrimp with tongs, how attractive, I was deeply fascinated, I liked it, of course it can also be used to show off, I don't know how many vanities and show-offs in my years, they are like an invisible package, wrapped around my body, make me feel so tired.

I'm no longer showing off, I'm no longer vain, I'm no longer deliberately climbing oxygen-deficient peaks.

The love with a distance is so close, and the cactus on the balcony has no thorns, how happy and happy.

And then, along with the memory, there was also the boy in the cap, and at this time he turned off the phone, and in the wet sack, there was an old woman.

Just now, the old woman, went out to go shopping or look for the old man, for a long time, the old man rarely accompanied her, the old man, every day to go to the bar.

And this old man also hooked up with the young man in the cap who often went to the three-S Litun bar, and they talked very happily, and the two fell in love, fell in love, and he became his boyfriend.

The old man kissed the young man in the cap and sucked his tongue, mixed with the smell of XO's alcohol.

Two tongues, vividly intertwined, the old man seemed to find his second life, and as a result, blossom again.

And the old woman who had been with him for nearly his whole life had been abandoned by him and left.

In the poignant night, under the haze, the old woman came out lonely to relax, and the old man no longer loved her, and disliked her, like the withered chrysanthemums in Van Gogh's chrysanthemum vase, brilliant swirling burnt black.

But in an instant, in the hidden place of the camera, the young man in the peaked hat dragged the old woman to the uninhabited woods, covering her mouth, she was too weak to resist the young man in the hat, and on the slope of the woods, the young man in the hat pushed the struggling old woman down.

You're not looking for your husband? You won't be able to find him tonight, he's mine now, the frightened old woman begged for mercy, you can do whatever I want

The young man ignored it.

The liquid stained the grass, the stupid young man in the cap gasped calmly, the old woman screamed in despair, and her distorted body was like an eel bouncing in a basin, more like the withered and ruined chrysanthemum of Van Gogh.

The young man in the cap smiled, and pushed the thin old woman into the sack prepared in advance, and the young man in the hat smiled sweetly, forgive me, I love him, and he loves me, fulfill our simple, unswerving love, he is my first love, he only belongs to me, for him, I can do anything, you don't understand the power of love.

The young man in the hat was holding an axe and said twisted, absurd things.

At this time, the memory came to an abrupt end, the young man in the cap, panting, after putting away his mobile phone, in the uninhabited woods, slowly dug a deep pit, next to it was a wet sack, the young man in the hat tore off the mask, wanting to breathe in the fresh air, and he seemed to have inhaled this rare and precious haze, and it was dark all around.

And what was even darker was that in the three-story grotto under the manhole cover, the hundred dragged me and pushed me to the staircase, and we followed the sound of explosions, and the screams of countless bats turned into instantaneous screams, like the evil ghosts on the eighteenth floor of hell depicted by Dante, and the sharp voice was even twice as high as the screams that pounced on us before.

It was their last voice, and they preferred to be overwhelmed, uttering the last cry of death and their wrath.

The flash of the explosion, Nobel's invention of explosives in 1865, nitroglycerin, twisted and scuffled in a mass of sharp-toothed bats that swooped into the fuse.

In the intense light and shadow of the huge expansion, the powerful vibrating air flow will be pushed out, wave after wave.

Like the piano girl in League of Legends, the guzheng disabled person outside the bar, the high explosives seem to release pieces of nightmare notes that shatter the body of a bat.

Countless bats that screamed, despaired, twisted, entangled, and had no time to escape, their bodies were quickly cut to pieces by the extremely fast air current, and the detonator that released the explosion, the surrounding rocks, were blown apart, and the sharp rocks of large and small fragments fluctuated with the magnitude, blowing more bats around them into powder, and even the blood spilled in the air seemed to be invisible into fine powder.

With the rock cave that had been blown open, a strong cold wind sucked in, and the stone box that shook the chain was shaken by the strong shock wave and fell to the ground, mixed with bats that crashed and shattered into tiny blood clots.

And I was lying on my stomach with Baihao, clinging to my head and ears, and covering them tightly, I was afraid that this close range would break my eardrum, shatter my cochlea, and lose my hearing.

The countless fragments of rubble in the air, the blood clots of bats, swept towards us with a powerful shockwave, like an angry lion, opening its huge jaws to devour us.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be unable to open them, crushed by the powerful air waves.

Our clothes seemed to be about to be torn to pieces, and the stone box, which was shaken by the powerful air flow of this detonator, instantly helped us resist a powerful devouring momentum.

Slowing down the intensity and power of the explosives, the clothes of me and Hundred were hit by the blood clots and debris of a bunch of flying bats that fell from the sky.

I hugged Hundred's head together, and the Doctor was lying on the stone steps.

This powerful air current, churning up bat blood clots, blood flying grains, and rock fragments, shot into every corner of the grotto, and we were hit by these fragments.

The flames of the explosion also slowly disappeared, disappeared, disappeared.

So the cold wind continued to blow, sucking in from the countless wind-penetrating caverns of the rock cave, and slightly blowing the hair of me and Hundred, the Doctor.

There was also a small group, wounded, not dead, surviving, tearing and screaming at us again, and then the stone box that fell down contained a rotting internal organs, and the internal organs were also shaking, and in the dark rock caves, the cold wind blew through our bodies, and countless blood crumbs of bat corpses around us, and at this time, the remaining remnants of bats were even more angry and grinned at us, and the evil eyes screamed and flew towards us.

Bang, bang, bang, I just escaped the amazing scene, my head buzzed, my dizziness seemed to be almost concussed, and before I had time to recover, it was another wave of bats, and if the reaction was too slow, all parts of the body would be bitten and bloody.

As soon as Hundred and I turned to our sides and lifted our heads, several bats swooped down on our faces, their claws reaching to the longest point of their eyes.