Fragments of memory emerged from Amano's mind one by one, and they tumbled in his mind like driftwood caught in a whirlpool. The splinters swirled and collided with each other, giving him a headache for a moment.

And along with these memories came something that seemed to be called "emotions".

The snow that covered the ground was white, and the red that stained it.

One left and one right hold your shoulders tightly with your two hands.

The 'base' bat raised high, and when it fell, it came into the ears with a "whew" sound of breaking the air.

The weight of the hammer hit the body, the bones seemed to break, and the internal organs seemed to be squeezed out of the mouth.

Suddenly, and again, the body was like a nail, and it was smashed into the soft snow by a heavy hammer.

His eyes were full of pain, from his chest to his stomach to his feet to his hands and fingers, every place seemed to be 'twitching', and the pain was so painful that he cried unconsciously, and the pain was so painful that his whole body wanted to curl up uncontrollably, but he was held by the forces of the left and right.

Breathing is already a very difficult thing, whether it is the nose or the mouth, it is like being glued by a strong glue, as long as you exert force, you will be choked and cough again and again. But you still have to inhale and exhale hard, which is the body's uncontrolled 'desire'.

Coughing is also a difficult thing, and every rise and fall of the 'chest' is like a pain in every part of the body. It was as if a wedge had been punched into the 'chest', and the slightest movement was like hooking out the whole lung. But physiological movements are divine decrees that human beings cannot disobey, and the more they feel that they cannot inhale air, the more they try to inhale more.

It only adds to the suffering.

Amano's hand unconsciously pressed his chest. At this moment, just by seeing the fragments of these memories passing in front of his eyes, he felt an uncontrollable 'throbbing' pain in his 'chest' and 'throbbing' pain. Where he reached for it, there was a small dent in the bone, a shallow stitch mark, like proof left after some surgery. All of this seemed to tell him that everything in his memory was not fiction, but a fact that had actually happened.

Memories continue to emerge, but this time they are no longer static fragments, but instead of static fragments, they become all kinds of fast-moving afterimages, accompanied by a heavy metal rock soundtrack that can't stop in the ears.

In the last second, there was still the snow-white ground in front of me, once, twice, and I felt unbearable burning in my nose and mouth, and then there was a red 'color' that slowly faded in my vision. It was hard to breathe, and every fragment of life in the past ten years quickly flashed back to the side in my mind, faster and faster, faster and faster, but the end was a whole piece of blood red.

A nerve in the brain seems to have snapped in an instant.

There was a "click" and a pain came from both shoulders, but this level of pain was nothing at all in the current pain all over the body. The field of vision instantly flipped one hundred and eighty degrees, and after a turn, I saw two stunned faces.

With the power of flipping, his feet kicked out like lightning in a chain, hitting the two faces. The flashback in his memories was so fast that he didn't even know what the two looked like before he saw them slap heavily in the face. Red nosebleeds poured out like a fountain, instantly covering their severely deformed faces. One of them reacted quickly, roared as soon as he stood firm, raised his fist and was about to rush up.

The field of vision suddenly pulled back, as if he had jumped a few steps backwards with all his might at this time in his memory. His hands, which were barely conscious, hung down at the same time, and the parts below his wrists were immersed in the soft snow, and he felt a clear biting cold. There was a "click" sound from the left and right shoulders again, this time the pain was almost negligible compared to the last time, and even the pain in the body seemed to disappear, and the strong adrenaline had automatically made the body ignore all the pain.

The drooping arms were raised again, and they met the swinging fists. The left hand stabbed out like lightning, bypassing the opponent's fist and flicking it out, and the right hand immediately followed, taking advantage of the moment when the strength of the fist was exhausted, and tightly grabbed the wrist.

Split muscles and wrong bones. One such word suddenly flashed through Amano's mind.

The right hand grabbed the wrist, slammed it forward, grasped it, pulled it, and 'exposed' the fragile wrist joint, and the left hand that was opened and returned immediately turned into a hand knife, aiming at the target and slashing with all his might.

The "click" sound sounded again, this time accompanied by a scream. Amano vaguely saw the palm of the hand first twist into an eerie angle, and then droop like a puppet cutting a string. However, this series of fast-paced shots hasn't stopped yet. His hands went up the other's arms and pressed the elbow joints.

A grip, a pull, a split, and then his arm wrapped around like a poisonous snake, aiming at the target joint for a moment of 'exposed' fragile reverse twist with all his might. This time, the "snapping" sound was even more terrifying, and the other party's screams were even more hoarse.

Keep your hands up, shoulders. The perspective of the memory suddenly shifted upward, as if holding down the shoulder and jumping up high. The left foot kicked and hooked, tightly wrapped around the arm, and the right foot was the knee first, aiming at the shoulder socket and pressing down hard!

The field of vision instantly flipped ninety degrees, which was the movement of moving in the air, and the touch from the feet and the third scream of the other party below seemed to announce that another joint had been destroyed.

After a brief pause, the vision continued to flip, and the body rolled to the other side with the force of rotation, kneeling on the knee with his left foot, bending down and holding the opponent's arm with both hands, and then his body was like a monkey descending from a tree, and his feet were retracted and kicked out, kicking heavily under the opponent's armpit.

Clench your hands and push your feet with all your might.

The screaming continued.

The action continues.

The camera in the memory keeps moving and rolling, and the hands seem to restore the hot touch at that time, and the screams and moans in the ears are constant, like the heterogeneous harmony in this heavy metal rock.

Scream, scream.

Shoulders, elbows, wrists.

Further down, as concocted, with both feet and knees, ankles, and finally a hard kick to the tail vertebrae.

And, more, and two, the shift in vision was almost like an afterimage of only his face, and Amano couldn't see what he had done, only hearing various crisp noises and screams in his ears, interspersed with his own heavy, beastly gasps.

In the last corner of the memory fragment, there was a call in the distance. He looked back blankly and saw the incredulous expressions on the faces of the people who had hurried in.

The one who took the lead was the little 'girl' who cried the most fiercely just now, and at this moment, the expression on her face seemed to be frozen by the heavy snow in the sky, forever frozen in the depths of her memory.

Astound. Smell a rat. Fear. Hatred. Commiseration.

Amano remembers every complicated expression on her face, but it was so magical that he couldn't remember her face.

And the hot palms in my memory turned into a bone-piercing coldness in an instant.

………………

"Hmm! Not! ”

The shaking of his shoulders, as well as a few suppressed calls, made Amano come back to his senses suddenly. He opened his eyes and saw the anxious face of the long-haired young 'girl'.

He tried to straighten up, only to feel his back completely soaked with sweat. There were no mirrors, and he couldn't see the condition on his face, but the sticky sensation coming from his skin could almost imagine himself sweating profusely.

Amano shook his head and smiled forcefully to tell her he was okay. Unfortunately, because of the things in his mouth, this smile probably looks quite strange. A look of surprise obviously flashed in the eyes of the 'girl', but she also reacted quickly, nodded and reached out to support Amano.

As he stood up, he noticed that there was already a crowd not far from him, near the large 'door' leading to the third room. At this time, all the people who were still alive, including the man with thick eyebrows who was completely disabled in his right 'leg' and barely walked with the crutches he had exchanged, were already standing there waiting.

It's just that at this time, although the expression on his face was as usual, the feeling that it brought to Amano was no longer the look of despair just now, but was filled with a sense of hatred with a strong killing intent.

They weren't standing there to wait for Amano to come to his senses. In the bald man's mind, Amano and Bushy Eyebrow Man, the two abolished people, are no longer of much value to them, at most, to see if they are still needed in the new pavilion. Whether or not to leave with them, as promised before, all depends on the escape puzzle in the third room.

If the difficulty is not too great, if you have the spare strength to rescue them, you can help, otherwise you should give up if you should give up, and you don't have the spare strength to drag the two wasters to escape.

In fact, another bold thought flashed through the bald man's heart at this time. It can be seen from the two resistances of the thick eyebrow man that even if he finally succeeds in escaping with them, the relationship between the two sides will be difficult to repair. The so-called feng shui takes turns, and it is difficult to say that the next time you encounter it in the game, it will become them who occupy the initiative, and it will be difficult to guarantee that you will not be threatened when the time comes.

Do you want to start first? He hadn't made up his mind yet.

For now, it's better to ensure customs clearance. The key to the third room had been 'inserted' into the lock, and with one last twist the big 'door' could be opened.

The section on the map about the third room is blank. They don't know anything about the other side of the 'door', and the first thing they encounter after opening the 'door' may be a trap, or an enemy who has suddenly struck out. The bald man's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and he slapped his palms twice vigorously, signaling to concentrate.

He twisted the key and was about to pull the door open. At this moment, the confident expression on his face suddenly froze.

An irresistible majestic force came from the handle of the 'door', and before it could exert its strength, the big 'door' was forcefully pushed open from the other side, and everyone's expressions slowed down, but they were also frozen in place, unable to move.

The surging 'tide' water poured in instantly, engulfing them completely!