After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

A dazzling light came from a distance, Zhao Xiaokui avoided his sight, pulled up the two teammates on the ground, and looked up.

Wang Junwu was getting out of the car.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaokui and the others were safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time trotted all the way, ready to pick them up, "Are you all right?"

"do not come!"

Zhao Xiaokui hurriedly stopped drinking, and dragged Gou Rixin and Lin Bai out.

Lin Bai's face was covered with blood, Gou Rixin's head was drooping, his arms were swollen, Zhao Xiaokui himself was not much better, his face was disheveled, and his clothes were full of tears.

Wang Junwu stopped outside, part of the Night Watchman team set up inspection equipment nearby, and part of them held medical kits and first aid medicines, waiting for Zhao Xiaokui and the others to come over.

After walking out of the unfinished building and reaching a place where Zhao Xiaokui felt safe, she let go of her two teammates and knelt on the ground by herself, with blood flowing from every hole on her face.

"Stretcher, stretcher, quick—"

"Cthulhu, Paradise..."

After saying these two sentences, Zhao Xiaokui couldn't hold on anymore, leaned forward and fell to the ground.

Wang Junwu helped her in time.

In a daze, Zhao Xiaokui could feel that she was being carried into the car.

Her physical injuries were not serious, mainly due to the excessive energy consumption in her body, but after she escaped from the realm of the evil god, she was also gradually absorbing the free extraordinary energy to recover.

But her mind was still groggy, as if she had fallen into a swamp.

"Mental power is damaged, and the brains of the three people have different degrees of damage..."

Three carts passed quickly through the corridor, and the medical staff in white coats hurried.

In Huaguo, or in places like S City, such a thing happened, it was like a resounding slap in the face of the official.

Wang Junwu's face was gloomy, he had already foreseen the bloody scene of being scolded in advance.

While directing the night walkers to arrange the jammers around the building, he reported to his superiors and applied for a thorough investigation around the unfinished building. From the construction workers to the contractors, from the builders to the officials who approved the project, Not one can be let go.

The night wind howled, and the crow stopped by the wall, combing its feathers.

No one spoke, no one made a sound, everyone was silently doing what they were doing, and those who could communicate with gestures absolutely did not speak. The atmosphere at the scene was so quiet that it was even a little depressing.

Someone sneaked a look at Wang Junwu, and his shoulders tightened in fright at his black face.

Finally, everything is arranged.

In the dark night, the dilapidated unfinished building looks like a black giant standing quietly.

Wang Junwu looked at the giant beast and pressed down hard, "Break!"

An invisible wave of interference spread, centered on the unfinished building, and the lights went out one after another.

Soon, the entire East District was plunged into darkness.

In the middle of the night, the employees of the power company who were called up to rush to repair the circuit were cursing. No one noticed that there were several cheetah-like SUVs parked next to the unfinished building not far away.

They crawl quietly, as if as long as the prey shows a flaw, they will rush to bite the opponent's throat.

The unfinished building in the center of the disturbance suddenly seemed to be blown by someone, raising layers of dust, and the invisible fluctuations penetrated one load-bearing column after another, and one wall after another.

Human faces emerged from the walls and the ground. These distorted faces had huge mouths and painful expressions, as if they were screaming unwillingly.

The nightwalkers near the unfinished building frowned almost at the same time, feeling a wave of disturbed emotions welling up in their hearts.

Most of them have received strict training, even if they have not experienced it personally, they still know what they are facing——

When the paradoxical domain is broken, it will make a sound that cannot be heard by human ears, which will cause strong interference to the spirit of the creature.

This kind of interference is not fatal, but obviously, it won't make people feel good either.

Fortunately, the unfinished building is far away from the residential buildings. After the unfinished building, the construction of S City has also undergone some changes, so there are not many people nearby.

It's just that these ordinary people are destined to have an unforgettable nightmare tonight.

Nightcrawler Base, the lights in the rescue room are on.

Lying inside was Gou Rixin.

Under the shadowless lamp, his wound had been cut open, and a piece of flesh was gouged out, exposing the white bones inside.

"Neutralizer No. [-] has arrived."

The person who spoke was a person who had just rushed over from the operating room carrying a box.

He stopped not far from the operating bed, put down the box he had brought, and quickly pressed the combination lock, and the box lid popped open——

Inside is a bottle of bright green potion less than two centimeters high.

A nurse with a frozen face breathed a sigh of relief, and she could feel her relaxation visible to the naked eye through the mask.

She said, "It's saved."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

These are two adjacent single wards.

In the ward, there were Lin Bai and Zhao Xiaokui, two suffering brothers.

Both of them were covered with monitoring electrodes, indwelling needles were inserted on the back of their hands, and in the infusion bottles hanging high, the liquid was flowing to their blood vessels at an unimaginable speed.

"No, no, no...don't...go...go..."

Lin Bai's brows were tightly wrinkled, his face was pale, dense cold sweat kept oozing out from his forehead, and a wet stain soon appeared on the pillow.

His muttering quickly developed into a roar, the monitor screamed harshly, and medical staff poured in from outside, pinning the struggling man to the bed.

"Hold him, don't let him hurt himself."

Lin Bai, who seems to be gentle and gentle, is also a transcendent person in essence.

Even though he was seriously injured and in a coma due to his extraordinary physique, it still took a lot of effort for several medical staff to hold him down.

Seeing him finally lying peacefully on the bed, everyone wiped the hot sweat off their faces in unison.

When walking out, someone glanced at the other ward, and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, it's not the next bed, otherwise we might not be able to hold it down."

The others echoed his words wearily.

Zhao Xiaokui's prestige is known to almost everyone in the Nightcrawler Base in S City.

Advanced madman, battle madman...

Just after becoming a superhuman, he tore a vampire with his hands.

Chase the fugitive and shoot down a helicopter.

Now they found another ghostly realm and escaped with their teammates tearing through the ghostly realm.

tsk...

When she was sent to the medical department, the entire medical department broke into a cold sweat.

Although the medical department of the Nightcrawler base itself serves the transcendents of the nightcrawlers, to be honest, in the injured state, the transcendents are most likely to lose control. They are extraordinary people who are not very aggressive, and the ones they are most afraid of encountering are fierce fighters like Zhao Xiaokui.

It is very likely that the other party had a dream, and the medical department was dismantled in the dream.

If it wasn't for Zhao Xiaokui being the mildest water system, she would probably be lying in the metal ward specially prepared for those highly aggressive transcendents.

I went to Zhao Xiaokui's ward to take a look, and seeing that the data was stable, several medical staff closed the door, left the corridor, and returned to their respective duty rooms.

After the people left, the medical department, without the sound of footsteps and conversations, suddenly became quiet again.

Only the sound of tick-tock is left.

Zhao Xiaokui opened her eyes amid the ticking sound.

She raised her head, and at a glance she saw the clock above the blackboard that was about to point to five ten.

This is... her high school classroom?

"Xiaokui, are you awake? Pack your schoolbags, get out of class is about to end."

Zhao Xiaokui couldn't remember the name of the round-faced girl at the same table as her, but seeing her kind face, he followed her advice, gathered the pencil case on the table, stuffed it with the water glass into the schoolbag, and hugged the schoolbag in arms.

She surveyed the surrounding environment with her eyes without any trace.

On the podium, the teacher who had taught her mathematics for three years was talking about a solid geometry problem, and the auxiliary lines were drawn one after another.

In the classroom, some people are sleeping with their school uniforms in the afterglow of Lai Yangyang’s sunset. Some people, like her deskmate, packed their schoolbags early and kept looking up at the clock hanging on the blackboard, or at the clock hidden in the drawer. Looking at the cell phone in his pocket, his expression faintly showed anxiety.

The few students sitting at the door of the classroom even left their buttocks off the bench, as if they were about to rush out when the get out of class bell rang.

The scene in front of me is so familiar and strange.

She said she was familiar because she had seen the scene in front of her countless times.

Almost every day when I was studying in high school, I could see a similar picture.

Speaking of unfamiliarity, she clearly remembered that she broke through the evil god's treacherous domain just a second ago, and met Wang Junwu and the others who came to support.

hallucinations?

Zhao Xiaokui, who had just had a face-to-face meeting with the evil god, was very vigilant about the scene before her. Taking advantage of no one's attention, she lowered her eyes slightly and looked at her palm.

A drop of water swayed and condensed out.

Her extraordinary ability is still there.

She looked at her classmates, trying to see through their souls, but found that each of them had a face that matched their faces.

Of course, except for a female classmate who is said to have undergone plastic surgery in country R in junior high school—her nose of the soul looks a little more collapsed, it should be that the time for the change of the breasts is too short, and the soul has not yet fully matched.

On the tall sycamore tree outside the window, a bird was jumping around restlessly, chirping non-stop.

It's all so real.

It's really like going back in time, and she has returned to this day again.

But why?

Zhao Xiaokui didn't understand.

She lived a good life without any regrets or pain in life, why was she reborn?

Or reborn to this time?

Xu has seen a lot in the extraordinary world, and she doesn't have the idea of ​​changing her life against the sky after she is reborn. Instead, her mind is full of what I did and why it led to this result.

Her eyes casually scanned the questions on the blackboard, and suddenly stopped.

"Students, don't panic. I know that class is about to end. Stay for 10 more minutes. I'll finish the last little question and leave——Zhao Xiaokui, what are you doing?"

Under the stunned gaze of the math teacher, Zhao Xiaokui grabbed her schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom like a gust of wind.

Behind her, there were the amazing admiration of those students who were lamenting for Tuo Tang.

But she couldn't care less now.

The high school ended at 3:[-], and the guards opened the gates on time. Although it was only two or three minutes before school ended when she came out, the school gates were still closed.

Two guards were sitting in the security room, chatting with fans blowing on them.

She ran over and leaned on the electric retractable door, and she jumped over it like a dexterous swallow.

"Students in your class..."

The security guard's words were thrown behind her.

On the street, Zhao Xiaokui gritted her teeth and ran wildly. She was like a gust of wind, passing by passers-by strolling in the garden.

Hurry up, hurry up—

Seeing that question, she finally remembered what day it was.

June nine.

The day her grandmother died.