"We're here."

There was not even a moment to grieve for his companion who had been chased by the living corpse, and the jeep had already arrived in the town.

I don't know when, the blazing flame pillar appeared in everyone's field of vision, and it was only at this time that Lucar of the Waste Capital Group discovered that the flame pillar itself was very thin, but the ignited air and light around it gave people an illusion.

In fact, once you enter the town, everyone can see its source at a glance.

It was a door.

The door was surrounded by blazing flames, which shot into the sky, and the door was wide open, but the flames distorted the view and made it impossible to peek into it.

"Those monsters, it seems, are gone."

Marianne looked around, the town had clearly not been visited for a long time, the ruins were covered with dust and rubbish, and a tattered flag fluttered in the wind, the flag of Siberian mining, and no other region would have put up such a flag nowadays.

Without getting out of the car, Ramses of Pyramid Media looked behind him, and the monster that had been chasing them before suddenly disappeared, as if sucked into a rift in time.

It was too quiet, only the door stood in the middle of the town square, like death, silent, and impossible to turn a blind eye.

"We're safe."

Chekov had seen such a scene, and he was even a little moved at the moment.

Years later, he finally had the opportunity to stand in front of this door again.

"Safe?"

Ramses felt that something was wrong, how could it be so easy to get here.

"Then go close the door."

He looked at Chekov.

The old man did not answer, but opened the door and got out of the car, took two steps forward, and approached the door.

At this time, they found that the door was unreal, and they could see through it to the buildings behind it.

Ramses casually picked up a stone from the ground and wrote scratches on the ground, which appeared to be an ancient script.

Suddenly, the ground flipped up on its own, like some creature lurking underneath, and the rift approached the illusory door, and went straight through it.

"It's strange, there is a flame, but there is no temperature."

Ramses found it odd.

Du Ruo, who was in charge of driving, kept the jeep in a state ready to start at any time, and he also got out of the car and took a few steps towards the door, and there was no hot air blowing in his face, only silence.

"Teacher, this door doesn't seem to be in this world."

Du Ruo thought for a moment before turning his head and asking his former teacher Chekov.

"Yes."

Chekov nodded, he did not continue to explain, but continued to walk, reaching out towards the raging flame without Ramses and the others having time to stop it.

Surprisingly, the flames didn't burn his arm, and Chekov's hand went through the door, and he was all in the door, but he couldn't really step through the narrow door frame and go to the other world.

For him, it was untouchable.

Chekov stood there in a daze, a little confused, as if he was thinking, as if he was recalling.

For eighty years, whenever Chekov lay in bed at night, closing his eyes, he could hear the sound of that time.

The wind and snow, the roar of horses, the crisp clash of bullets, and the muffled roar of monsters that are always hidden in the darkness.

Behind them, Ramses and Lucar saw Chekov in flames unscathed, and they felt deceived in their confusion.

"So, what the hell is in the center of Chernobyl?"

Lucar of the Wasted Capital Group asked, he took off the sunglasses he had been wearing, and carefully examined the burning illusory door, he also stretched out his hand, the flame passed through the palm of his hand, without any temperature.

"It's a door."

Chekov replied, his voice also becoming a little unreal.

"Of course we know there's a door here, isn't that nonsense, say something useful."

Lucar, dissatisfied with Chekov's attitude, urged.

Although the monsters are nowhere to be seen now, no one knows how long it will be quiet, and whether the pollution will subtly affect the people present.

"Eighty years ago, there was a force that came here for a secret mission, at that time, monsters from foreign lands were all over the mountains, humans had just won a difficult battle, and they were going all out to counterattack, and the investigators found a way to wipe out most of the monsters, that is, to use the abyss, drag them down, and completely disappear from the sight of humans."

Chekov said faintly.

"I was also a member of that unit, I was only fourteen years old at the time, my hometown and relatives were taken away by those monsters, only a strong hatred for those monsters, but the company commander and political commissar at that time let me ride away, they lied to me to pass the message, but later I learned that the mission of this unit has not returned, they are just soft-hearted, they just want me to survive as a young man."

"Is this the origin of [The Cowardly]?"

Marianne of Pantheon Tech was thoughtful.

In the past, many people only knew that Chekov was a survivor of a war involving anomalies, thinking that he was a deserter, but they did not know what was going on, but now there is no contradiction in Chekov's story.

"I regret that I left them at that time, and I thought more than once that I should have died that night instead of lingering for so many years."

Chekov sighed in the fire.

"It's a pity that the company commander is at a depth that I can never reach, and I will never see them again, not even touch that door."

"That's why you're doing these things to get them back to reality?"

Lucar of the Waste Capital Group felt as if he had already touched the truth of the matter.

"No, they have worked so hard to keep those monsters in the abyss, even at the cost of their own lives, how can I try to desecrate their sacrifice."

Chekov shook his head.

"This incident is a tragedy, but also an inevitability, as long as someone covets the remaining power here, and someone thinks that they can control the pollution, then the Chernobyl magic box will be opened one day, and I can try to stop it while I am alive, but when I grow old and a new generation comes up, their arrogance and pride will eventually drive them to get involved here."

Hearing this, Du Ruo glanced at Ramses and Lucar.

Obviously, Lubyanka Entertainment is not the only one behind this incident.

"All I can do is sink this place into the abyss, to a depth that no one will ever be able to reach."

As Chekov spoke, the blazing and illusory flames seemed to become a little more real, and the slightly hot wind rose from the ground, and the pillars of the flames became even more dazzling.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the door.

(End of chapter)