How much strength can a person really have
Su Qing couldn't tell, anyway, he couldn't even walk steadily before, but now he can hang two people with one bloody hand.
I don't know if it's the pain or something else, but his whole body is shaking, and when he gets to that point, his mind is empty, and there is nothing left, as if there is only one thought in his whole body - he can't let go.
The hit on Hu Bugui's back almost shook his internal organs three times, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. After a long while, he said intermittently: "Shut up..."
Su Qing ignored it, not because he was so dedicated, but because he really didn't have any extra energy left to respond to his instruction.
The blood from the hands had already soaked the sleeves, dripping down drop by drop, as if it was raining, the surroundings vibrated violently, and the big slope that was about to fall down and was about to finish suddenly collapsed—they didn’t know why What kind of world did I fall into, as if landslides and ground cracks came as soon as I said it, like wind and rain.
The thorns that Su Qing was holding grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a ferocious monster, opened a big net, the more bloodstained the place, the faster it grew, and when it touched the wound, it burrowed in, and soon, the Su Qing's entire arm was entangled, and then quickly wrapped around the two of them, hanging them in mid-air like Ling Chi.
Only then did he realize that the big earthquake just now had turned the slope into a cliff. For some reason, for a moment, Su Qing felt that this place was very familiar, as if he had been here before.
At this moment, Hu Bugui took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and opened his shoulders and arms desperately. The thorns strangling him immediately bit him to pieces. The thorns are like animals. If you step further, I will Taking a step back and fighting Hu Bugui, the sweat from the corner of his forehead trickled down his cheeks and dripped onto Su Qing's neck. The sweat and blood mixed together. Su Qing only heard him whisper: "Persevere!" After a while, the pain will be gone."
Su Qing looked at him in amazement from a very close distance: "What... are you going to do?"
Hu Bugui stretched out a hand with great difficulty, grasped the thorns hanging from above, and the thorns slashed across his wrist, and he didn't know whether it was a vein or an artery, and it was cut immediately, and a lot of blood spurted out. The thorns that were originally wrapped around Su Qing's arm seemed to be stimulated by something, and immediately let go of him, and rushed towards Hu Bugui's wrist like crazy.
Hu Bugui hugged Su Qing's waist with his other hand, and Su Qing's chin hit his shoulder hard. Hu Bugui's breathing became more and more heavy, and he slowly reached a trembling place, and then his teeth made a "clack" sound, and he stretched his body desperately again, insisting on using his body in this prison made of thorns. There is a space in the cage.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here this time." Su Qing clearly felt that Hu Bugui's eyes were a little distracted, but they fell on her with a smile, and the color of the man's lips and cheeks faded quickly .
"Hu..." Su Qing's throat moved with difficulty, for some reason, his body trembled even more suddenly.
Hu Bugui looked like a bloody man, but with a relieved smile on his face, he said to himself, "This time I finally..."
In the blink of an eye, Su Qing recalled where this familiar cliff was. He heard the sound of a bird flapping its wings, and a bird of unknown species suddenly flew out of the cliff, as if it had just begun. Just like learning how to fly, it stumbled a bit at first, but it flapped its wings very hard, keeping its head up.
Su Qing felt that her eyes were hurt by the light. Three years ago, in that gray house, he had just woken up from the dream of turning into a bird, and he used the posture like Hu Bugui to support himself with his body. Living on the falling brick wall, covered in blood, listening to the soft cry of the imp.
Hu Bugui seemed to have difficulty even opening his eyes, and the frequency of blinking became slower and slower, as if the blood on his eyelashes had stuck to his eyelids—his eyelashes were still long and too heavy.
Su Qing suddenly asked: "Captain Hu, do you like me?"
Hu Bugui's slightly distracted eyes focused for a moment, and slowly fell on Su Qing's face. The sound of birdsong seemed to be coming from the sky, so far away, yet so close. Hu Bugui seemed to be smiling, then he lowered his head, and his lips touched Su Qing's nose and corners lightly, and finally, as if he had found a habitat, he pressed Su Qing's lips gently.
But there was no next step, he just closed his eyes and kissed him lightly.
"...No," he said in Su Qing's ear angrily, "I think I love you."
Su Qing looked over his shoulder and looked at the boundless sky, her eyes suddenly widened.
"But I... protect you, it has nothing to do with this." Hu Bugui's voice became lower and lower, and Su Qing felt that his breathing seemed to be weakening like this, and it was about to stop at any time, "I protect you because you are …my team…”
Then his voice disappeared, and at that moment, Su Qing felt her heartbeat stop heavily, Hu Bugui's arm that imprisoned him suddenly became limp and weak, and the thorny net propped up by him immediately began to shrink, Strangled into Hu Bugui's unconscious flesh, as if trying to smash him to pieces.
At this moment, Su Qing felt that her stagnant dual-core system suddenly started to flow again.
A burst of bright light shone in front of his eyes, Su Qing was forced to close his eyes, then his whole body loosened, and he fell heavily, the last thing left in his sight was the flying bird and the white smoke all over the sky.
There seemed to be an irresistible force in the dark, pulling his consciousness down, and he finally knew nothing.
As soon as Fang Xiu woke up, he found that he had fallen into a maze. He got up from the ground in surprise, and quickly adjusted his mental state. narrow road.
Fang Xiu walked a few steps along the wall, turned a few intersections, and found himself at a dead end. He frowned, thinking carefully about how he got to this place, but he couldn't remember anyway. After fumbling around, somehow, I found a pen in my pocket.
A well-used and very old fountain pen, with blue and black ink.
With just one glance, Fang Xiu knew whose belongings it was. He smiled wryly, and drew a mark on the corner, marking the direction he walked in and where he came from when he passed by, and then changed Another route was explored.
The maze is not known how big it is. Slowly, Fang Xiu found that he lost the concept of time, and only kept walking and drawing marks. The strange thing is that no matter how long he walked, how many times he drew Mark, the pen in his hand always has ink.
There is also day and night in the maze, and every time it is time to eat, there will be food and drinking water popping up at the corner, so that he will not starve to death inside. At first, Fang Xiu suspected that someone was watching him, but every time he chased him, he found nothing and just walked into another dead end.
Sunrise and sunset, day and night alternate, Fang Xiu gradually became numb, he felt that he had entered an endless loop, time and life were frozen in this endless maze, and he was alone.
He started drawing lines on his coat to time the clock.
He began to look for the exit of the maze after waking up from sleep, and then he was unwilling to walk again, and then he began to sit in place all day long, leaning against the skylight that was only two meters wide above the maze. On the huge gray wall, staring at Xu Ruchong's pen in a daze.
One day he looked at a sleeve of his coat that had been painted all over, and realized that he had been trapped in this inexplicable maze for ten years.
He still can't remember many things, and the things he can remember seem to have been forgotten, even the person in his memory, even who he is, is he still alive... until the twelfth year, he heard another person... footsteps.
Fang Xiu raised his head almost numbly, and saw the other end of the maze, a person was looking around and walking towards this side, holding a piece of paper full of things in his hand, one trouser leg was long and the other was short, and he was wearing a different pair of socks underneath. Their hair was upturned like a bird's nest, and sometimes they grabbed a couple of hands in confusion to make them even more upturned.
Fang Xiu felt that he should know the other party, but he couldn't remember his name.
The man lowered his head, but saw him. He was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth wide—Fang Xiu thought to himself, still looking stupid and stupid, his mouth was so big that he could stuff an egg into it.
The other party dropped the pen and paper in his hand, yelled and rushed towards him, like a skinny frog with convulsions, he grabbed Fang Xiu's shoulder, and burst into tears like a child.
Fang Xiu thought of his name at that moment, and said to himself in his heart, isn't this always teasing that silly trash
Then he remembered that he was still alive.
When Lu Qingbai woke up, he found that he had returned to the headquarters of the Return to Zero team. He himself was woken up by Qin Luo, and beside him was Xue Xiaolu who just opened his eyes with a confused face.
The headquarters was empty and there was no sound at all. As the only field worker, Qin Luo went out and wandered around. She even picked up a chair and smashed a surveillance camera, but the familiar siren did not appear, and everything was so quiet Quietly—except for the corpses on display in the medical center, there were only three of them alive.
Qin Luo went out for a while, and the result was that he brought back three guns.
The guns blocked her way out of nowhere, out of the instinct of the field staff, Qin Luo picked them up and gave one to the other two.
At this time, a sharp alarm sounded suddenly in the medical center, and the three of them were startled.