The three of them instinctively quickened their pace and walked to the only room in the hallway where the light was on. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The light that shines out is not dazzling, and it can be said to be a very dull color. The wall in front of me, which should have been as clear and transparent as a lake, had become completely filthy. It was the result of blood smeared on the walls, and the thirsty blood completely covered the entire wall used to observe the room, as if it were a blurred red veil on the transparent glass, and if it weren't for the intensity of the light coming out, it would probably have seen only a dark crimson shadow here, like a lamp wrapped in red paper at a festival. It's just that the images on the walls don't follow the rules of the festival, the walls are a large dark brown patch of dark or light light, and there are river-like traces of liquid flowing.

The thirsty blood that congealed on the inside of the walls became a deep curtain that completely obscured the inside of the room. A dull red glow was like mud that completely stained the bodies and faces of the three of them, as well as the hallway they were in.

"It's a sight you don't want to see. Gabry looked at the strange mass of blood-based paints and sighed, "I didn't know it would turn out like this, it seems that too many things have happened in the past three days that I didn't imagine." ”

"What a dereliction of duty. Gabby's tone was a little strange, his eyes kept not moving, staring at the wall in front of him, as if he was extremely appreciative of such a painting.

"Yes, it's a remiss of duty. "But I don't know what kind of dereliction of duty it is." ”

Ignoring the deliberate face of Gabriel beside him, and the deliberate tone of his words, he looked at the lean man on the side, and motioned if he could turn on the lights in the other rooms, or open the doors of all the rooms like this.

With the strength of three people, the number of prisoners held in the dozens of rooms in this corridor only changed to the specific number of prisoners.

The lean man nodded, walked to the side of the console, inserted the password card and obtained the corresponding permissions, and then crackled and pressed many buttons to completely restore the settings messed up by the chief Gabri to their original positions, and then started the management program of the lights.

So at the moment when the three of them looked left and right, the dozens of rooms neatly arranged on one side of the corridor were lit up at the same time.

But it wasn't as it had been imagined in the minds of Nick and Gabriel. In their minds, the light in this row of rooms would shine through the walls made of special materials, and the stronger light would brighten up the already bright corridors. But the moment the lean men pressed the control button, their minds instinctively wanted to squint slightly to avoid the stronger light. Although their eyes at this stage don't care about these things at all.

But contrary to what they had imagined, the bright corridor suddenly became darker at this moment. It's not because the light from the lamps in the hallway has become weaker, and it's not because there are any devices in the room next to the hallway that can absorb the light.

It's not the intensity of the light that changes, it's just the feeling of the three of them.

At this moment, the corridor ruled by the cold white light was completely infected by a dull dark red as if facing an avalanche on a mountain peak. It was as if a bottle of black ink had been poured into the water, showing a visible change.

The three of them glanced left and right, and all the rooms were in a state like a lamp wrapped in red paper. On each transparent wall, there is blood condensed from complete thirst, strange shapes, but there seems to be an artistic idea that an eighteen-year-old boy should not have.

"What a dereliction of duty. His gaze swept from one end of the corridor to the other, until he was sure that every cell here was in the same state, and then he learned Gabry's tone.

Hearing this, Gabri's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed, and then turned to a hideous color.

"Close all the connecting passages between the rooms, and open all the walls in front of you!" Gabry yelled at the lean man, his eyes on the smile on his face, even though he was already quite old, but some things didn't change with age. Not everything moves forward with time, and some things go backwards with age.

Gabby may be an example of this, his self-cultivation and emotional control have not become more mature and perfect with age and strength. On the contrary, not only in the eyes of Xiao Qi, but also in the eyes of the lean man on the side, it has obviously regressed a lot.

At this moment, Gabbri's face turned red, why is this so in his words, the reason should be extremely simple.

"It's doing that, chief. The lean man had no intention of speeding up because of Gabbri's roar, and he was used to Gabri's way, so he didn't feel anything wrong when Gabri was really angry.

The countless gears on top of a row of rooms began to rhythm. I didn't see the steam gushing out, but listening to the crisp and neat sound of the valve opening and closing like a symphony, my brain probably automatically simulated the scene obscured by the steel plate.

The walls in front of them began to rise slowly and uniformly in unison, their bases parallel to each other, completely connected in a straight line. Blazing white light shone into the corridor centimeter by centimeter from beneath the rising walls, like an avalanche that had been slowed down countless times.

The three of them suddenly had the illusion that they were standing here as if they were standing on the top of a high mountain, watching a newborn sun. The rays of the morning sun were piercing through the shattering clouds, and bundles pierced through the endless space and came to the three of them.

The hallway finally brightened after a few seconds. The intensity of light generated by the powerful power is more than several times that of ordinary sunlight. At the heart of the light source in the room, the brightness was like a large-caliber flare that was burning all the time. When the three of them looked at it at this time, their pupils would unconsciously constrict, avoiding strong light.

It's not that the eye can't accept light of this intensity. At the stage of surgery, it is not uncommon for them to look directly at flash bombs. It's just that the function of the eyes is so powerful that when such a strong light hits the eyes, the electrical signals that the eyes convert into this light are absolutely intense. And this torrent of electrical signals can seriously burn people's brains at some point. Compared with the improvement of the function of other tissues and organs in the body, the growth of brain ability is the slowest in the human body. There is also a real example of the overall imbalance of body functions due to the excessive strength of a certain body function and the insufficient processing and coordination ability of the brain.

In this light, the room in front of me was a pool of blood-crusted floor, and only the middle corner remained as clean and tidy as a mirror. A man standing straight, with a little blood on his body, stood on the only piece of clean ground.

"Hello Coach!" Kasia's voice came with the light, a little tired. (To be continued.) )