Zhan Jingyi was alarmed by the call that he didn't know if it was true or not, turned around sharply, stared at the building, and brushed the building in front of him over and over again with his spiritual power, but found nothing.

After the spiritual power reconnaissance was fruitless, Zhan Jingyi hesitated, and then approached the building, in this desolate and uninhabited place, walking slowly, and carefully examining the surrounding scene.

It can be seen that the building is not small, and it can be seen that the personnel seemed to be in a hurry when they left, because discarded items could be seen everywhere on the ground.

The whole complex looked empty and messy in the dim light, and it seemed to have been vacant for some time, because the courtyard was full of weeds and thick dead leaves.

After Zhan Jingyi slowly approached the main body of a building, he felt that the situation in front of him suddenly became even darker, and there were closed doors inside, and the more he walked inside, the more he could see messy documents, rows of iron shelves, and so on.

Walking inside, Zhan Jingyi saw that on the closed doors of those closed rooms, there were signs of laboratories 1, 2 and so on, Zhan Jingyi chose a laboratory at random, kicked open the door, and walked in.

The whole room was covered with dust, and iron chairs with cables were piled up in the middle of the room, and several iron shelves with scalpels, leather gloves, and duckbill leather coats were thrown on them.

At this time, Zhan Jingyi seemed to have a little understanding, this building complex would not be the laboratory of the bluestone cliff!

It's no wonder that when they came here before, Mei Yiren and they said that this was a secret laboratory in Bluestone Cliff, and then they didn't know what was wrong, and then they suddenly abandoned it.

Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi returned to the corridor and looked around, could it be that this is the abandoned laboratory?

It's just that I didn't expect that this laboratory would be hidden under the abyss, so it's no wonder why those people from the Reincarnation Sect haven't found it.

But thinking about it, Zhan Jingyi's face suddenly became slightly confused, and for some reason, looking at everything here, especially the pattern in these rooms, he actually felt faintly, and it seemed to be a little familiar.

Here, as if he had been trying to avoid it at first, there was something similar to the scene in those nightmares, that is, the pattern here seemed to be the same as the one he had been held in as a child.

Thinking of this, Zhan Jingyi slowly straightened up, tried his best to suppress the panic and uneasiness that were surging in his heart, looked up at the depths of this building, and said in a low voice: "Just now, was that you?" My mother ......"

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Zhan Jingyi stood in front of the door of a particularly tall building in this building, looking at the iron lock hanging on the door, and hesitated for a while, as if he was worried or afraid of something.

After staying for a while, Zhan Jingyi finally mustered up his courage, took a deep breath, and split the rusty iron lock with a knife, and with a crisp "click" sound, the iron lock broke in response, and several sparks burst out of the fracture.

Zhan Jingyi gently pushed open the door, the door shaft let out a long and low moan, the world behind the door was dim, and only sporadic light filtered in from the high window, adding a bit of mystery and unknown to this space.

Through the open door, Zhan Jingyi looked at the dark hall and corridor inside, turned on a searched flashlight, step by step, stepped on the dead leaves on the ground in front of the door, and slowly walked into the building where he remembered that he had been imprisoned.

Zhan Jingyi stepped on the dead leaves scattered in front of the door, carefully every step, for fear of breaking the silence, and the dead leaves made a subtle cracking sound under his feet, which contrasted sharply with the silence around him.

He walked slowly into the hall, the light fading away at the end of the hallway, leaving only a long shadow, his gaze swept around, those familiar scenes and unfamiliar changes intertwined, evoking memories buried deep in his heart.

The miniature flashlight in Zhan Jingyi's hand was not very big, but the light emitted was very bright, enough to illuminate the place where he walked clearly.

Zhan Jingyi's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, each step seemed to step on the dust of history, and he followed the familiar route, moving forward without hesitation, as if he was being pulled by some irresistible force.

The old and silent corridor, like the precipitation of time, makes people involuntarily slow down their breathing, for fear of breaking this tranquility.

The air is filled with the smell of dust, as if every breath is talking to the years, the walls were originally white, but the traces of the years make them mottled and colorless, and the vividness of the past can only be found in memory.

The green wall still maintains the appearance of one person high, but it has also lost its original color under the erosion of time.

In this dead silence, Zhan Jingyi's footsteps were particularly prominent, echoing in every corner of the corridor, and he subconsciously lightened his steps, as if he was afraid that his movements would disturb the secret hidden behind this tranquility.

As Zhan Jingyi walked towards the depths of the corridor step by step, a strange atmosphere gradually enveloped his heart, making Zhan Jingyi's heartbeat can't help but speed up a little.

There seemed to be some kind of unknown hidden at the end of the corridor, attracting Zhan Jingyi to keep moving forward, and he felt the uneasiness and mystery in the air, which made him even more determined.

Zhan Jingyi knew that no matter what awaited him in front of him, he had to face it and uncover this layer of fog that shrouded his heart.

Gradually, Zhan Jingyi's vision seemed to begin to blur, although he could still see this corridor, but everything in the corridor seemed to be no longer the same as before.

In Zhan Jingyi's blurred vision, the corridor in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, hazy and mysterious, and he vaguely recognized the familiar outline, but everything seemed to have changed, and it was no longer what he remembered.

The walls of the hallway seemed to have been washed, white and smooth as a mirror, reflecting a faint and soft light. The floor was also cleaned to a clean and spot-clear light, in stark contrast to the previous mess.

People in white coats, like researchers shuttling through the laboratory, busy and orderly, they hold documents, hurried, expressionless, their movements are fast and precise, as if every movement is following some kind of strict rules, and there is no room for error.

What surprised Zhan Jingyi even more was that these people seemed to be blind to him, and they passed directly through his body, as if he was just a transparent ghost, a non-existent phantom.

This sensation surprised and confused Zhan Jingyi, and he tried to touch the bodies of those people, but he could only feel a cool breeze blowing, as if his fingers were just passing through a void of air.

At this moment, Zhan Jingyi seemed to be in a time and space movie, everything around him was so illusory and unreal, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his breathing became rapid.

Zhan Jingyi saw the guards in crisp uniforms, loaded with guns, standing around the corner, and also saw a beautiful woman in a white nurse's uniform in the office on the left, who was lying on the desk on the phone.

Although, at this moment, Zhan Jingyi just saw such a back, and felt that it was so attractive and beautiful.

"Everyone, please support me if you like it! I don't like to beg to let go! Thanks!"