Yang Ji covered his forehead and woke up groggily, with a splitting headache. When he opened his eyes, it was pitch black, and the touch of his body told him that he was soaking in a low-lying mud pool.

I don't know how long he fell asleep, Yang Ji endured the pain all over his body and stood up, the jade pendant on his chest was emitting a dim red light, so that he could see the surroundings clearly, but it was vague and not very clear.

The legs and feet are still a little uncontrollably sore, and the wound on the back has been numb and swollen because it has been soaked in water for too long.

From time to time, there was a squeak echoing around the empty area, and it seemed that he had come to the rat's territory to "visit".

His mind went blank for a moment, until he felt a gust of fishy wind blowing on his face, and Yang Ji was sure that there was an underground pipeline system connected to the city under the abandoned manhole.

Escaped from the pursuit of the ruffians, all that remains is to think about how to get out of this maze of extraordinarily large sewers in order to be able to regain a new life. But seeing the same high and slippery well wall through the high moonlight, it is obvious that it is not possible to return the same way, if it is not for the cushion of the mud pond, I am afraid that I will not be able to stand up intact, and it is fortunate that I did not break my bones.

But life is good, there are infinite possibilities, even if the mountains and rivers are in doubt, it may not be able to fight another village.

Thinking like this in this realm, Yang Ji actually had a smile on the corner of his lips, which made people have to admire the optimistic spirit of the young man, but this smile quickly turned into a "hiss" sound that gasped in pain.

Touching the slippery wall, Yang Ji stumbled and walked, his eyes could barely see some situations after a period of dark adaptation, which was much better than the initial random walking like a blind man touching an elephant.

In the dark underground water system, if there is no indication, it is easy to get trapped in it forever, fortunately, as a new city in the United States that has fallen on the ruins, because of the sea, it has a more independent and complete drainage system, and the thick drainage pipes zigzag into the sea, and some signs of hints can be found at some turns.

Because of excessive blood loss, Yang Ji had to take a temporary break after walking for a distance with his pale lips pursed to resist the dizziness that came from him.

No food, no water, not even people, can drive anyone crazy, let alone a child.

"I'm afraid that this kind of physical condition won't last enough time to go out, so I have to think of a way...."Yang Ji twisted his eyebrows and looked at the dense pipe mouth on the wall, gasping slightly, not looking decadent.

A fat mouse squeaks and runs happily from the corner of the wall, and seems to have half of the earthworm corpse in its mouth, but the harsh and dirty environment here has become a rat paradise, which makes people have to feel their tenacious vitality.

Yang Ji touched his hungry stomach, watched the oily big mouse run past him and hesitated, and finally shook his head with a wry smile, and got up by touching the wall in the dark.

Although the description is not appropriate, it is incomparably appropriate, as absurd as a bloody serial, but it really happened to me.

"But I don't like to chase serials, let alone play the male protagonist of the bloody plot, but Xiaohu and Winter Melon must only be characters who cry like deep resentful women and have no plot at all. Yang Ji was in a trance thinking wildly in his mind, and laughed at himself.

"Ayi can talk about it, he is the best in the world, and if he is not an orphan, he may be able to develop a politician. But Zhou'er.... Yang Ji thought of this, his mood was a little heavy, so even his steps seemed to be a little heavier, and he continued to mutter:

"I don't know if it's too late to meet..."

Yang Ji dragged his scarred immature body forward, he didn't want to know whether the road ahead was a dead end or a way to live, but as long as he could walk, there would be a road, and as long as there was a road, it meant that he was alive.

The desire to live was so strong that Yang Ji couldn't even remember being afraid, so he walked into the deeper darkness without hesitation...

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"Sir, have you ever seen a boy who looks like this?"

Fang Zhou'er brushed aside a few strands of hair on his sideburns that were wet with thin sweat, and still held a stack of unfinished missing person revelations in his hand, anxiously and repeatedly asked, and in exchange for only the frequent shaking of the heads of passers-by, there was still no clue.

Dean Dong comforted Ayi, who was so anxious that he stomped his feet, and the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hid the uneasiness in his heart.

"You must find Yang Ji, his current situation must be very bad. Fang Zhou'er bit her thin lip, and her eyes were slightly swollen after crying all night.

"Those policemen obviously didn't care about the lives of us poor people, they just filled out a piece of paper, and they didn't send anyone to search for it at all. ”

Ayi also waved his fist angrily against the panda eyes that had not slept all night, and his tone was hurried and excited.

"You say, Brother Yang Ji will have anything..."

"What can it be? Of course it will be fine! Now the police are unwilling to investigate, so we can only rely on ourselves to find it!" Before the panting winter melon could speak, Fang Zhou'er knocked on the door of the head and reprimanded.

Fang Zhou'er's beautiful face was filled with a trace of bitterness, and he glanced at the dean, who looked much older, and remembered that conversation, he couldn't help but sigh, and said to himself melancholy: "There is only one week left..."

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"Tick, tick, tick......" drops of water oozing from the cracks of the damp pipes fell to the ground, as if the dead were pacing in silence.

Yang Ji looked up, letting the drops of water soak his dry and chapped lips, and stared at the three-way sign around the corner, slightly estimating that he had been lost in the cobweb-like underground system for a whole day.

It's terrible.

Because this shows that not only did he not go out, but it is very likely that he will go deeper and deeper into it.

God, am I destined to die here? This thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and then was quickly denied.

Yang Ji has never been a believer in the theory of fate, if God arranges him to die, then there is no difference between God and shit for him.

If you need bread, you will earn it yourself, if you need love, you will chase it, and if you need to live, you will work hard. If all this is obtained by prayer, then does it not mean that fate favors only those who do not work hard?

It doesn't make sense.

So he overcame the strong feeling of vertigo, and still groped the walls carefully, not letting go of any subtle clues, and there was not a trace of self-defeating thoughts.

When he was desperate, Yang Ji's afterglow suddenly swept to the right side of the darkness, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light, flickering between light and dark, like the wings and shadows of fireflies, if there was nothing.

With his gaze, that little bit of light was like a spirit dancing in the dark night, fading away from the initial shyness and becoming more and more enthusiastic, Yang Ji was a little hesitant, but he was deeply attracted by this mysterious phenomenon, and walked towards the depths on the right side in a daze.

As the passage gets deeper and deeper, the two sides of the passage are gradually covered with green grass, scattered white flowers are entwined in the stems and leaves, and the sound of pure flowing water comes from nowhere, and the light hangs but does not fall like the sun shines through the room, and the artistic conception of paradise is born.

Obsession flashed in Yang Ji's eyes, and he gradually became sluggish, and what appeared in front of him was no longer a damp and dark underground pipe, but a spring slope with peach blossoms, and a green tree with warblers and birds singing.

"It's so beautiful......" Yang Ji walked towards this piece of spring, holding the illusory and mysterious sun in the sky with both hands, and muttered.

Suddenly a human head appeared in the bright sun.