It's still tiring to carry a camera.

But I don't know why, when he put this thing on his shoulder, Brother Long didn't feel an iron lump next to his head at all, and although his steps were a little heavy, he still approached the target place with no will.

The further he went, the more he could feel that the concept of "temperature" seemed to be being fogged out.

Shortly after I came out of the doorway, the cold around me was as if I was in a polar region, and even the floor was frozen into thick ice, making people shiver with cold.

However, after walking a few dozen meters, the cold environment began to become a little hot again. Just like a hot spring, the steambird bird rises.

Brother Long even saw something in this place that he had never seen before—a handful of flames sealed in ice.

When he got closer, he looked at the flames that were sealed in the ice but still had a slight temperature, and could even float in the air, and the expression on his face was stunned.

"It's ...... What? ”

Flames, sealed in ice?

Stretching out his free hand, Brother Long subconsciously wanted to touch this flame.

However, in the next second, the tingling and burning pain from his fingers instantly brought him back to his senses and took two steps back uncontrollably.

"Hiss......"

Looking down at his fingers, Brother Long realized that the skin that had been clinging to the ice cubes had been covered with a thick layer of frost. And under the frost, the burn marks were somewhat blackened.

Flames and ...... Frozen combined?

Brother Long felt that he was a little difficult to understand the current situation.

Although it has been said in university physics that both flame and ice are different in molecular motion at best, this inexplicable situation is ...... Haven't any teachers said it would happen before?

At least in Brother Long's barren brain, there is no scientific theory that can explain the current situation.

A theoretical physicist may be, but unfortunately, he's just a tool man carrying a photographer. Whether it's quantum mechanics or string theory, he only knows the name, but he doesn't know what it says.

So now he could only mutter, "What's going on?" ”

Shortly after his voice fell.

In the distance, the female reporter's voice rang out again: "No! No! ”

Before, because the distance was relatively far, Brother Long couldn't hear it very clearly. But now that he got closer, it was clear that he could hear the fear and helplessness in the reporter's voice!

Turning his head to look at the cold and snowy housing, Brother Long gritted his teeth, picked up the camera again and ran forward.

After bypassing a few corridors and passing through the cafeteria where he had eaten in the morning, Brother Long finally arrived at the place where the female reporter spoke.

With his feet on the solid ice, Brother Long glanced up at the scene in front of him, and Tong Kong shrank slightly.

"It's ......!"

The camera on his shoulder began to shake uncontrollably - it meant that Brother Long's hand was trembling slightly.

This is also normal.

After all, Brother Long is still a normal person after all, and after seeing a similar scene, he will indeed feel shocked and ...... Fear!

Right now, this place is the open space where Brother Long and the others get off the car during the day, and next to it is the place where the battle meeting was held before. If Brother Long remembered correctly, the car they were sitting in was parked in a parking lot not far away. And the soldiers who brought them over and wore military uniforms lived in a small single building not far away, and before going to bed, Brother Long heard someone exercising here.

Now, however, all the neat buildings have been "dyed red".

The white wall was covered with coagulated blood, and the severed arms and thighs that were torn off at some point were caught on the wall, and even glued-like silk could be seen on the contact surface; The black suit was scattered all over the ground, and dark red blood fell on the clothes, as if someone had torn them apart.

In addition, there are several "people" on the ground, if even if they are half physically disabled, they can be called human.

At this moment, these "people" are either missing the lower half of their bodies, or their stomachs have been opened with large holes, and many of them still have their eyes open, protruding from their pale faces, like frogs that have been placed on the table to be dissected, and the bright red muscle fibers are exposed one by one, mixed with the white greasy, and flowed all over the ground.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Brother Long felt dizzy, his throat churned, and the dinner he ate not long ago seemed to be about to vomit.

"Vomit ......"

He leaned against the wall, his face unusually ugly.

The smell of blood and decay haunted his nose and made him feel a stench, and tears were about to run from the corners of his eyes.

Pressing his forehead, Brother Long patted his cheek and readjusted his spirit.

Now is not the time for nausea.

Even though Brother Long felt that he might really vomit something in the next second, he still forced his desire to vomit and trembled past the mutilated corpses on the ground.

The screams of the female reporter in the distance were heard again.

Pinching his nose, Brother Long walked all the way around the wall where the corpses were piled up, and then crossed the blood-stained clearing, and went around to the back of a small single building.

Then he saw a huge "sculpture".

The sculpture is pure white, and it is not ordinary white, but the kind of pale that reminds people of "corpses". Perhaps the artist who made this sculpture has his own unique view of color, rendering this "work of art" into a dilapidated and dead white.

In addition to this, the sculpture itself is also full of weird meanings. The object of this sculpture appears to be a lady, but this lady's appearance is slightly different from that of a "human". Her head, in particular, can be seen above the human eyes, and the sculpture itself has an additional pair of eyes carved into it. Two pairs of narrow eyes hang on either side of the forehead, one pair facing up and the other pair facing down, taking everything in front of them into their field of vision.

Brother Long passed by the statue, and when he glanced up, he noticed that there seemed to be something strange about the head of the statue.

I don't know why, but when he was sculpted, he seemed to feel that this sculpture was ...... Look at him.

The hand holding the camera began to tremble slightly again, but he didn't do anything but keep his head down.

After crossing the statue, Brother Long finally arrived at the place where the female reporter was.

He finally understood why the female reporter kept screaming.

Right now, the woman was hanging from a pole, long and thick, with handcuffs on both sides, wrapping around the female reporter's body; Under the pole, ice crystals and flames gradually ascended along the shaft, and then were divided into two sections by some unknowable force, which extended and expanded along the body of the female reporter little by little.

The female reporter's left foot is a necrotic muscle that has been frozen purple, while her right foot is a charred wreckage that has been scorched by the flames.

Resting on a pole, she couldn't move, only to watch the ice and fire spread from her feet!

"Bastard!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Brother Long suddenly felt a fire rise in his heart.

He took two steps forward directly with the camera, looked up at the female reporter and said, "Xiao Xu, are you okay?!" Don't be afraid, I'll let you down now! ”

When he said this, Brother Long's head was up, because the female reporter who was hanging on the pole was really some distance away from him.

Although there was no detailed measurement, Brother Long roughly guessed that the place where the female reporter Xiao Xu was hanging was more than three meters from the ground, and he couldn't reach him just by jumping on his own.

Looking at the environment next to him anxiously, Brother Long took out a wooden stick for a while, picked up a tile for a while, sweated profusely and searched for a long time, but he couldn't find a prop for him to climb up and save Xiao Xu.

Perhaps because his figure was always around him, Xiao Xu, who had been tortured to the point of almost fainting, actually regained consciousness.

She looked down at the anxious Brother Long, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Long...... Run......"

"That woman, that woman is coming," she said, "must not be caught by her, must not!" She will torture you and make your life worse than death! ”

"I can't leave anymore, she said, I've already carved her mark, I can't run, you go quickly...... Let's go......"

Listening to Xiao Xu's voice, Brother Long was a little dazed: "What woman?" ”

However, Xiao Xu was unable to answer his question.

Just a few seconds after he said his words, Xiao Xu broke out again with a scream that was even worse than before!

Countless pitch-black palms emerged from behind her, like dark flowers blooming on her, spreading up her body, seeping into her skin, peeling at her flesh, tearing her limbs down little by little.

Looking at this scene, Brother Long shuddered fiercely.

His hand holding the camera began to shake, and the fear quickly spread over him, making him feel backwards and flee the place.

"Damn, damn, damn ......"

Brother Long's face turned pale: "Something is wrong, this task is wrong!" ”

From the very beginning, this quest has an eerie feel!

Whether it was the sudden transfer or the treacherous prophet from before, or the current purgatory-like "graveyard", every point was telling him that either he was crazy or this place was crazy, and this mission was crazy!

Leaving this place in a panic, when walking, Brother Long stumbled because of panic and threw away the camera in his hand.

He quickly got up from the ground and picked up the camera again, trying to put it on his shoulder.

This time, however, his movements paused slightly.

Because he noticed that the place where the camera rolled down was the statue he had seen earlier that gave him a strange feeling.

I don't know why, when Brother Long stood next to the statue, a feeling of "disobedience" became stronger and stronger.

It's like ...... Something is peeking at itself.

After hesitating for a moment, Brother Long put the camera down, and then carried it and aimed it at the statue in front of him.

In the camera interface, the statue is normal.

With some inexplicable psychology, Brother Long carried the camera and began to rotate around the statue.

While filming in fear, he was wary of everything around him, for fear that a monster would suddenly appear from the side and tear him to pieces or tie him to a pole, just like the female reporter Xiao Xu.

Fortunately, even though Brother Long spent a lot of time here, no monsters jumped out of the shadows.

He finished the shoot and incorporated all the details of the statue into the camera.

With a long sigh of relief, Brother Long didn't have time to wonder why he did such an inexplicable thing when he was running for his life, so he hurriedly carried the camera and started running again.

This time he moved away from the empty parking lot he had seen before, and instead walked a long way, from the path he remembered.

He vaguely remembered that the path he had walked with the prophet before going to bed seemed to be this one.

At that time, the prophet said something to himself, and now Brother Long can't remember it clearly.

He could only remember what seemed to be important. Perhaps, this is the key to your own life!

"After all, it's a 'prophet'," Brother Long comforted himself in his heart, "maybe...... Maybe he's talking about the key to escaping this place? ”

I can't remember exactly what he said, but if I continue down this path, I might be able to remember. And I still remember that there seemed to be some white light at that time...... Perhaps, it was the white light that brought me closer to this strange place! ”

Brother Long told himself in his heart.

In fact, he doesn't have a bottom, after all, his previous memories are really vague. Aside from the fact that it's important to remember those things, it's basically a blank slate.

But there is no way.

In the current environment, if there is no hope, Brother Long feels that he will really collapse.

Remembering his memories of yesterday, he found that there seemed to be nothing else that could be called "special" other than the scene of chatting with the prophet.

So he had to bet his last bet on it.

Other than that, he really didn't have anything to do.

The experience of the female reporter Xiao Xu is still vivid, the stumps and severed arms in the square are also very eye-catching, and the whole world is full of a sense of blood and corruption, especially in such a late night, everything is in the shape of Brother Long's thinking.

He's already a little flustered.

Walking along the path in his memory, Brother Long clutched his camera tightly and turned pale: "Please, there must be ...... Must have ......."

Maybe something heard his prayer, and after a short run, Brother Long really felt that there seemed to be something more at the end of the road.

Looking in that direction with an excited mood, the next second, Brother Long's heart suddenly sank to the bottom!

At the end of the path, a man dressed in a light white veil with his entire face hidden in the shadows was looking at it from afar.

Brother Long could clearly feel that the other party was now "looking directly" at him.

Brother Long was shocked to find that the woman in front of him was the same as the woman he saw in the statue...... Pretty much the same!

Fear struck him again.

The camera starts shaking again.

He wanted to run, but out of the corner of his eye, he could only see that there was only a flat and open area around him. No matter where he flees, he will be discovered by the other party as soon as possible.

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched to an infinite distance, as if time had been frozen, and cold sweat slowly broke out from Brother Long's back.

In the end, it was like a broken time being put back together.

A voice interrupted the long stillness.

Brother Long heard a woman's voice ringing in his ears: "It's the person who broke into this space again?" It's strange that so many people are able to set foot in this realm today......"

"Huh? There seems to be a familiar smell on your body. ”

The woman's voice was strange, as if it was coming from far away, and it seemed to be in Brother Long's ear: "Interesting, who are you?" Why does it give me such a feeling. ”

Brother Long couldn't move up and down, only feeling that half of his body seemed to be burning, and the other half was cold.

In the chaos, only the female voice that seemed to be far away was singing in a low voice: "But it doesn't matter, grab you, dissect your body, grab your heart, and all the answers are self-evident." ”

"Run, run, run as hard as you can in the shadow of nothingness, turn your fears into soil, and then become firewood......"

said.

The pale figure flashed forward.

With each blink, she would take a few steps forward, either imperceptibly a few centimeters or exaggerated meters.

In just a few breaths, she was already about to reach the direction where Brother Long was!

The camera begins to shake violently again.