star hunter

Huo Jing's body hadn't recovered yet, and he couldn't walk very well. The ice girl helped him to the entrance of the underground, but his footsteps stopped.

She glanced at him, and the latter shook his head slightly: "I'll just go down by myself, you still have something to do, go get busy."

The ice girl pursed her lower lips, and seeing that he had made up her mind, she did not force her and stroked her temple hair: "Okay, then be careful."

Huo Jing nodded, she turned and walked back, he leaned against the wall and watched her back, who knows after walking a few steps, the ice girl turned her head again, hesitated for a moment before saying: "Just look outside, don't Open the door... he is very dangerous now."

Huo Jing's eyes sank, he didn't make a sound, just nodded slightly.

After the ice girl left, he held onto the wall with difficulty and walked down the stairs slowly.

Few people know that an underground prison has been built under the headquarters building of the Administrative Bureau, and there is no way of knowing who is being held there.

Generally speaking, the residents of this secret dungeon are some powerful, troublesome and valuable felons, such as Yingying, Xu Wenxin and others are all imprisoned here.

□□ Recidivism is of course its main function, but in addition to this, the underground prison of the Administration Bureau also has another important function - to imprison the sheriff who has entered the disease stage.

The sheriff is no different from other citizens except for his abilities. He is also an infected person of "Paradise Lost", and he will also suffer from disease.

If they hadn't died in the fight against alien or supernatural criminals, then this is probably where they would end up.

Usually, the diseased people will not stay here for too long, because most people can't stand the torture and will take the initiative to ask for their own lives in advance, and the Governance Bureau will usually respect their choice.

So for them, this place is more like a cemetery than a prison.

The corridor is long and narrow. The overwhelming white tiles under the rows of incandescent lamps reflect an aggressive and stern majesty. The cold steel doors on both sides isolate all sounds. Chilling fear.

Huo Jing moved forward all the way, never stopping in the middle, until the end.

He stood for a moment, raised his hand and entered a string of codes on the dial on the wall. After a while, the heavy door slowly rose, revealing the inner tempered glass wall.

The cell was quite dark, and apparently the lights were not on. For those terminally ill, the light could easily stimulate their fragile and sensitive nerves. This is also a common practice for isolating the sick.

Even so, Huo Jing still felt severe chest tightness.

Even through the glass, the noise inside could not be heard at all. It was an extremely small compartment, as if deliberately concealing something. If the first door hadn't been opened, the light in the corridor would have penetrated a little, and Huo Jing would have even entered the other party's room. The direction is unclear.

The secret room was dark, even with the help of light, he could only vaguely see a group of black shadows huddled in the corner of the room.

Huo Jing's heart tightened, and he opened his mouth subconsciously, but the curtain wall in front of him, which was comparable to bulletproof glass, reminded him that the people inside might not be able to hear his voice.

Although the ice girl had reminded her earlier, Huo Jing thought for a moment before pressing the switch and opening the second door.

Now, there is only an iron fence between the inside and the outside.

The sweltering air gushed out with the opening of the glass door, wrapped in a disturbing smell of sweat and blood. Huo Jing took a step forward, looked in through the iron grille, and heard the faint sound of water in his ears. .

He was short of breath and couldn't help but say, "Su Xian!"

There was a moment of silence, and then there was the crisp sound of metal chains colliding. The other party seemed to move a little, and was a little closer to the light source. Only then did he see the person whose hands and ankles were handcuffed by four long chains. The roots of the iron chains on the feet were connected He was touching the base of the wall, making it difficult for him to escape even if he stood up vigorously.

Next to him stood a red plastic bucket full of water, with splashes left on the sides, and there were still a lot of water stains on the man's hair and face. Huo Jing immediately guessed what happened just now.

"Su Xian..." He called his name again. This time, his reaction was stronger, and he raised his head, so that face was completely exposed to the lighting—the water droplets flowed along the wet hair. His face was dripping with water, his face covered with water marks was pale and handsome, his slightly slack eyes reflected his shocked expression, and his pupils turned dully in a circle before gradually gathering light spots.

Huo Jing saw his slightly fluttering lips, and after careful identification, he recognized the three words he said.

"You came."

After finishing speaking, Su Xian pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Huo Jing stared blankly at his former colleague and friend. He had lost a lot of weight, his shirt was hanging empty on his body, his cheeks were sunken, and his collarbone was bony.

But compared to the morbid emaciation, what shocked Huo Jing even more were the bloodstains printed on the white shirt, and the protruding blue blood vessels under his skin.

The Management Bureau will not torment him. These scars can only be made by himself.

His eyes went dark, and he suddenly remembered Zong Zhengze's appearance before he died - just like Su Xian at this time.

"Huo Jing." He suddenly heard Su Xian's voice, and immediately returned to his senses, the other's pale lips moved slightly, "You shouldn't have opened the door."

Huo Jing was silent for a while, then said lightly: "I'm not afraid."

"You say that because you have never seen me go crazy." Su Xian let out a low laugh, "I'm even afraid of myself."

Huo Jing shook his head: "I have seen the appearance of the Zongju."

"Yeah, I almost forgot...you almost died at his hands." Su Xian glanced at him mockingly, "You should learn your lesson."

"If you are really crazy and hopeless, I will kill you with my own hands." Huo Jing's voice sounded calm, "So you don't have to worry."

Su Xian heard the words, but showed a relieved expression: "Why don't you do it now, any?"

He asked very seriously, not joking at all, but Huo Jing raised the corner of his mouth: "Do you really want to die?"

Su Xian looked down at his locked hands. His bare forearm was covered with various bruises and wounds, as well as veins that made him fear and hate.

He closed his eyes, and his voice became very soft: "You can also see that now that I am dead, I will feel more comfortable."

"Really?" Huo Jing still asked, "Since you want to die so much, why didn't you apply for euthanasia?"

Ask yourself, if Huo Jing had fallen to this point, he would definitely have drawn his gun and committed suicide. He originally thought that Su Xian would make the same choice; no matter how bad it was, there was a way for the patient to die as painlessly as possible in the bureau. He never mentioned it at all.

In fact, there are disagreements among the senior management bureau regarding Su Xian's handling - one group of people insisted on executing Su Xian because of Zong Zhengzheng's lessons learned from the past, so as to prevent problems before they happen; Su Xian is a meritorious minister, since he didn't take the initiative to apply, he shouldn't deal with it hastily.

Because neither side could convince the other, Su Xian's life and death were temporarily put on hold.

But no matter which side it is, they all think that Su Xian must be imprisoned, otherwise no one can guarantee that he will not repeat the mistakes of the former director.

Huo Jing stared deeply at Su Xian's face hidden in the dividing line between light and shadow, and asked sharply, "Since life is so painful, why don't you give up?"

Su Xian slowly raised his hands to cover his face.

Why?He is also asking himself.

Pain, madness, self-mutilation, collapse, every time it comes back is a worse torture, he really doesn't know how long he can endure.

But why, I would rather be in pain, rather be crazy, and still want to live?

"I can't bear it..." He murmured to himself dreamily, "I can't bear it."

Huo Jing didn't ask any more questions, but just closed his eyes.

After being quiet for a long time, Huo Jing said again: "I'm much better now, if you want to see me, I can go find him..."

"No," Su Xian interrupted him almost immediately, "No, no see."

His tone was so stubborn that Huo Jing was silent for a while, then turned around and said coldly: "As you wish."

The triple door was closed again, and he hid in the darkness again, the blood vessels on his arms started to twitch again, and the irritable factor quickly permeated his blood.

Su Xian gritted his teeth and endured it for a while, then suddenly he slammed against the wall hard, and the sharp pain on his forehead temporarily relieved his anxiety.

Blood flooded his eyes, and he closed them tiredly, sinking into a moment of peace.

>>>

Zhong Yuncong followed Zhu Ci back to her residence very cooperatively. Apart from Zhang's family and that accident, he was very peaceful. Zhu Ci didn't show it on the face, but secretly guarded all the way, but it turned out to be in vain Kung fu, because the other party really didn't act like a monster at all.

But Zhu Ci didn't feel relieved because of this, on the contrary, she became more and more suspicious. She always felt that he must have a plan.

Zhong Yun closed his eyes from the sofa in the living room to rest his mind, as if he noticed her scrutinizing gaze, he opened his eyes suddenly, and raised his eyebrows at Zhu Ci who was caught off guard: "There are guests here, don't you even have a cup of hot tea? "

Zhu Ci quickly returned to normal, raised his hand, and summoned one of his subordinates: "Serve tea."

Holding the hot tea, Zhong Yuncong tasted it with gusto, and did not forget to comment: "Don't say, the tea here is the best I've ever had in the 'Island'. Come."

Zhu Ci had long been annoyed by his slick tongue, and thought to himself, apart from that face, how could this kid resemble him at all?

At this moment, she was not in the mood to drink tea, and she was full of thoughts about the relics Xiao Yin left her, and she was too lazy to continue flirting with him, so she put the teacup away: "Have you had enough?"

Zhong Yun never wanted to be reckless, so he drank the remaining tea and shook his head: "Okay, let's start."

They sat opposite each other on the sofa, Zhong Yuncong didn't do anything else, just kept his gaze on her face.

Zhu Ci's current body is also a person with spiritual abilities. When he looks at him, he can clearly feel the other party's spiritual power gradually enveloping him.

In fact, she knew that Zhong Yuncong was a talented psychic supernatural user, but she was still shocked at this moment, because the psychic power he released was enough to pose a threat to her.

And she had a hunch that this was not his full strength.

Has he actually become so powerful?

"Ms. Zhu," just when she was startled, she heard his voice suddenly, "I have a question for you—what do you plan to do with me when your goal is achieved?"

Zhu Ci was taken aback. Originally, she planned to kill people to silence her, so as to avoid future troubles, but at this moment... her mind relaxed.

Once caught in his spiritual world, he may not be able to fight against it.

Although there are already many secret sentries in this hall, he can be dealt with at any time.

But the risk still cannot be eliminated - she is very likely to be shackled in the spiritual world of the other party, even if the subordinate kills him, it will not help.

Zhong Yuncong smiled, he obviously saw through Zhu Ci's struggle, and his tone was a bit seductive: "Even if this is the case, should we continue?"

Zhu Ci stared at him expressionlessly, her lips parted slightly: "Continue."

She must see what Xiao Yin left her.

As for the price, it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, he was gone, and it was meaningless for her to live alone.

After Zhu Ci made up his mind, Zhong Yuncong was also very straightforward, and soon led Zhu Ci to the space constructed by Xiao Yin's remaining spiritual power.

He led Zhu Ci to a wilderness covered by vast white snow, and pointed far ahead: "The things he left for you are right ahead, you can go there by yourself, I'll go and get in the way."

Zhu Ci glanced at him suspiciously, but still couldn't resist the longing in her heart, she lifted her skirt and walked forward quickly.

After crossing more than half of the snowfield, she finally saw the relic Xiao Yin left for her.

Those are three statues standing in the snow.

Zhu Ci could see clearly, and involuntarily covered his mouth.

The three ice sculptures are her in her teenage years, her in her youth, and her in her middle age.

Each statue is lifelike, with both spirit and form.

It turned out that he had not forgotten me, and was still thinking of me.

Zhu Ci stared at the three ice sculptures obsessively, as if through time, he saw how Xiao Yin polished them out moment by moment.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but condensed into clear ice crystals in the icy world, but there was no difference, she just stretched out her hand involuntarily, and touched the statue carefully.

Boys, young people... When she was caressing the third statue carefully like a pilgrimage, her heart jumped suddenly. She unexpectedly found a line of engraved writing in the palm of the statue's slightly protruding palm.

The white head is inseparable.

Zhu Ci was shocked all over, raised his head tremblingly, staring at the face of the statue with tears in his eyes.

That is...the old self.

Once, she hated herself the most.

Has he always been thinking about his former self?

"Bai Shou..." she muttered, "Bai Shou... Bai Shou!"

He wanted Baishou, but she abandoned Baishou and became unrecognizable.

The thread in her brain, which was originally as thin as a gossamer, snapped unexpectedly, and the sky and the earth were dark in front of her eyes.

"...What did I do? What did I do!" She scraped her cheeks deeply with her ten fingers, and screamed hoarsely, and her shrill voice spread widely in the empty snow field.

Zhong Yuncong could also hear it clearly. He turned his face and looked into the distance. The broken snow was falling profusely and piled on top of the head of the ice sculpture. From a distance, it seemed that his head had turned white.