Cui Zuojing went back and continued to look for a small mirror in the large area of mental pollution. He didn't know how long he could hold on, and he didn't know if this thing would have an unpredictable and lasting impact on him, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope , he can't give up!
—Don't look any more, what you can't find, aren't you tired and cold now? Stop and rest for a while, what if you get out of this room? Since someone wants you to die, will this only be arranged for a trap
Get off! Don't affect me anymore!
Cui Zuojing pressed his hand on the wall with great force, and five shallow fingerprints were deducted by him on the wall, but no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts could not go away, as if the abyss mouth would swallow him whole. .
- Give up, it's useless.
Go away!
Cui Zuojing stepped on the water and floated up, panting violently. The isolation and helplessness made him uncontrollably think of his companions. At this time, if Dong Zheng or Victor were by his side, it would never be like this.
Dong Zheng…
Thinking of the man who has been waiting for his answer, Cui Zuojing has a faint regret. If he no longer has the opportunity to answer him, Dong Zheng will be sad for a while, right
Even Cui Zuojing himself didn't realize that he was planning for the worst. The most terrifying thing about mental interference is this. Those who are disturbed will not realize that they have been deeply affected.
The chill of the water had soaked his whole body, and even the bloody night would be frozen. Cui Zuojing brushed his wet forehead to the side, and floated quietly in the water, only one head appeared outside.
The water outlet was submerged, and the sound of death's footsteps could not be heard. Cui Zuojing bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and forced himself to lift himself up with pain. Finally, he resisted the overwhelming negativity again and dived into the water to continue looking for hope of survival.
His fingertips touching the wall were almost unconscious, his head gradually became dizzy, and the bright red letters danced in front of his eyes, sending a signal of death.
If only Dong Zheng was here.
This search still found nothing, and Cui Zuojing could only go up again to take a breath. However, at this moment, as if the person in the dark heard his call, a strong refreshing suddenly poured into his heart, eliminating all the strong negative effects like melting snow, and steadily and tenaciously expelling those who let Cui Zuojing is gradually moving towards the devastation of harmful information.
Cui Zuojing broke out of the water, and the water was so high that it was only ten centimeters away from the roof. He could only raise his head to the level, only his nose was outside, and he took a deep breath.
"call-"
This power came from nowhere, and it seemed to pour out of the young man's heart out of thin air, but Cui Zuojing knew very well that it was Dong Zheng.
Although Dong Zheng never said it, Cui Zuojing could vaguely feel that the blood contract between the two had also established a connection with Dong Zheng's ability, which allowed him to accept the command from Dong Zheng without any burden. In the eyes of Dong Zheng, the lines drawn by the data analysis and the simulation of possible futures.
Similarly, when he fell into the fear of being killed because of Fu Zhe's bell, it was Dong Zheng who gave him some kind of awakening.
These flowing and twisting blood-red fonts were no longer a threat to him. Cui Zuojing was refreshed and dived into the water for the last time, widening his eyes to look for the tiny reflections under the water.
The surface of the water continued to rise, silently reaching the roof, and the icy cold water filled the room like the air that once existed here.
Finally, Cui Zuojing saw the slightly reflective little sequins, and at the same time his index finger touched the smoothness that was different from the wall.
A string of bubbles emerged from his lips, and he opened his eyes wide to see the number 8 on it.
Cui Zuojing squeezed his nails into the gap between the lens and the wall, and with a forceful button, the lens fell. After spinning in the water for a while, it sank downward, revealing the dial code lock hidden behind it.
8, 3, 6, 7, 2, 7.
All six positions were set and nothing happened.
That whole face of "kill you" seemed to be the most genuine mockery of him.
No, not lost yet!
In the desperate silence, another bunch of bubbles gushed out from the corners of Cui Zuojing's lips, and the air in his lungs had been exhausted. All softened, he grabbed the wall with his five fingers to fix his body, and used the last strength to input—
8, 3, 9, 7, 2, 7.
When he dialed the third number from 6 to 9, the machine hidden outside the room was suddenly touched, a circular formation appeared on the floor, and a huge suction came from it, swallowing it like a whale. Water inhalation!
Cui Zuojing only had time to step on the water, and he changed his breath in a hurry when he emerged from the water, and was sucked into the magic circle in the turbulent vortex as if he had fallen into a toilet bowl.
The clown who was cleaning the lion and dragon cage suddenly raised his head.
The monster with the dragon head and the lion body let out a roar of dissatisfaction at the cessation of his movements, but the clown ignored it. He slowly straightened up and stared at a point in the void, his brows furrowed, as if he was sensing something.
The heavy red curtains of the circus shed were stacked on top of each other. The head of the circus was sitting on a chair that was higher than his entire body. He took a small iron spoon to eat dessert. He caught a glimpse of the clown's movements and asked, "What's wrong? "
The Joker didn't answer, he held his breath to perceive the energy fluctuations in those boxes, and suddenly his expression changed.
not good!
"Something went wrong." Throwing the brush in his hand on the ground, the clown didn't even bother to touch the Lion and Dragon who was sticking his head out to his side. His most vigorous cheetah ran out of the placement area of the animal actor's door and crossed it. The empty performance venue and stage, turned over to the auditorium with one hand, and rushed into the backstage on the other side.
There is a small box of unopened cat cans on the bar, and in the bottle that once contained Cui Zuojing's feelings on the wine cabinet, the colorful streamer has been eclipsed by a lot compared to the beginning. Eight boxes are placed under it. On that layer, there are various patterns painted on it.
At this time, the lid of the box where the gears and chimney were drawn was pushed up by a small gap, and a dark red light was overflowing from it.
The clown raised his hand, and the silver-moon double knives and the pitch-black Tang knives hanging on the wall made a resonant sound of "bass", and flew straight into his hands with the sharp edge of the sheath.
The clown stared at the constantly overflowing red light, and even his exaggerated smiling lips couldn't hide the tight corners of his lips. He swiped his Tang knife in front of him, directly breaking the space and stepping into the dark crack.
The head of the regiment was left alone, holding the spoon and winking.
Two seconds later, his expression suddenly changed, he jumped off the chair, and almost fell to the ground - the body of a three-year-old child is too inconvenient.
The head of the regiment got up with his hands and feet on the ground. He glanced at the cage not far away. Shilong stopped roaring immediately, ran out of the open cage door, and squatted meekly in front of him.
In the circus of hell, the headmaster is the best animal trainer.
"Go to the core." There was an irresistible seriousness in the head's little milk voice.
The Lion Dragon immediately carried him and ran outside, the head of the regiment grabbed the mane between its neck and stabilized his figure, only to realize that he was still holding a spoon in his hand.
After a few breaths, the lion dragon shuttled through the many compartments and rushed straight towards the curtain. The diamond mark on the head of the group flashed, and at the moment of collision, the lion dragon and his figure passed through it and disappeared. in the shed.
The feeling of passing through the overlapping point of space is not wonderful. When the line of sight is clear again, the phantom of the girl is suspended in the air. She seemed to be sitting on an invisible chair, staring at the complex runes suspended in the void, and murmured, "It doesn't look like it, but it really can't trap him at this level."
"What are you doing?" The head of the regiment clenched his mane, his eyebrows were not obvious, and he stared at the uninvited guest.
"Ah, you're here." The girl turned her head, she had strange silver hair and red eyes, and a long black Gothic dress was extremely gorgeous in the blue light that flickered repeatedly in this space.
"If you don't get out of me again, don't blame me for being rude." A three-year-old child's mouth was clearly not deterrent, but even Kether dared not take it as a simple cruel word .
The shimmering runes all dimmed, condensed with a dangerous atmosphere, and slowly converged towards the girl.
Kether stood up, the fan appeared out of thin air in her hand, snapped open to cover half of her face, the girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a charming smile: "Forget it, let's do it this time, but tell us dear little Dolly, let's go. It's not such a good thing this time."
The palm-sized rune pierced her chest before she could finish her words.
But there was no blood flowing out, as if through a patch of air, nothing happened, and Kether was still standing there. Facing the sudden attack from the head of the regiment, the girl sighed: "Don't be so irritable, have you forgotten that we haven't prosecuted you for harboring the Red Queen's remaining party?"
Her figure turned into a fragment of electronic light spots, slowly dissipating.
There were only the head and the lion dragon left in the secret key.
"What are you guys?"
Consciousness gradually became clear from the chaos, Cui Zuojing coughed twice and sprayed a small jet of water from his nose.
He forced himself to turn over and adjusted to a kneeling position, pressing his abdomen hard, trying to squeeze all the water out.
The lungs and nasal cavity were stinging from the choking water, and he barely coughed. Cui Zuojing was paralyzed. He wanted to close his eyes and take a rest, but he thought that he was not out of danger, so he had to sit up reluctantly.
Cui Zuojing looked around. He was being locked in a huge glass bottle with a shallow layer of water at the bottom, apparently brought in from the previous room.
The bottle was only 1.5 meters high. He couldn't stand up completely. He could only sit or kneel. The top was tightly plugged with a cork.
If you don't get out as soon as possible, you'll be suffocated inside.
While thinking, Cui Zuojing constantly rubbed the skin on his chest, abdomen and neck. He hadn't eaten for ten hours, and he had been soaked in cold water for too long. There may be an accident due to hypothermia at any time. He needs to hurry up. Just keep your temperature.
The inner wall of the bottle was covered with a layer of mist, making everything outside blurred, and only a shadowy shadow could be seen. Cui Zuojing touched his pocket, and the secret letter ID card and the screws and iron pieces he touched were still there. Yes, let him breathe a sigh of relief.
If you need to fight, you won't be helpless.
The air in the bottle was limited, so Cui Zuojing took off all the soaked clothes, wringed out the water, and put them back on. He sat quietly for a while to minimize the consumption of oxygen, and seized the time to adjust his condition.
The body did not continue to cool down, and the stinging pain in the lungs gradually eased. Cui Zuojing stretched out his finger and drew a group of concentric circles on the mist of the glass bottle, and tapped lightly on the center of the target.
Through the place where the fog was wiped away, Cui Zuojing could see that there were indeed many figures standing outside. They were wearing dark blue overalls, and they stood motionless as if they were not turned on.
It is the maintenance workers of the factory.
Could this be the "outside" of the factory
Cui Zuojing thought and adjusted to a half-kneeling position. He held the steel plate in his left hand, clenched his right hand tightly, and his eyes suddenly sharpened.
A punch hit the bullseye pointed out by him!