What happened to Isaac?

Xavier had forgotten how long he had been in the protection room, and in order to pass the time, he figured out many ways to entertain himself.He used to suffer from occasional low back pain, but now because he is always walking around, he shows signs of recovery.

Xavier walked round and round against the wall.

Not long after entering the protection room, he discovered that the extra door on the wall was indeed a bit unusual - not only because it was a somewhat old wooden door, which was incompatible with the simple and high-tech style here.

Every time, even if you just accidentally get close to it, the voice of God will immediately warn on the radio: "Don't open the door, Archangel Langdon Xavier, remind you again, don't open the door."—— It's even more curious.

But the British are very conservative in their bones, and there is nothing they can do about it.Although Xavier is itchy, he still has no idea about whether to take the risk or not.He had already tasted the bitterness of taking risks, and he dared not trouble himself any more.

Squeak - ah.

In the silence, he heard the sound of the door opening.Xavier turned his head, but did not see the light outside the door as usual.

It was pitch black outside, and only the outlines of the people outside could be vaguely seen.

"Xavier?" asked the man, who turned out to be Bicurisita.

"I'm here," Xavier said.

"That's great," said Bicurisita, "you just stay here and don't run around."

"It's so dark outside, what happened?"

"... Well, I can't tell you."

Bicurisita said, hastily closing the door.Xavier thought about it strangely for a while, didn't pay attention to this little episode, and walked slowly again.

After he turned around this time, he always felt that something was missing-the warning didn't seem to sound.

Thinking back to the situation just now, he suddenly realized that the protection room had lost its chain?Like, power outage?So maybe the alarms are off now.I don't know how long this situation will last, but his heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the urge to give it a go can hardly be suppressed.

It is impossible for him to accept any brainwashing, but the price of not letting go is being kept in the protection room.If he continued to stay here, he might go crazy.

Xavier remembered seeing some angels being carried away on stretchers, and the scene had amazed him at the time.

"What's wrong with them, they made a special trip to heaven to see a doctor?"

"They were hurt."

"Is this considered a work injury?"

"No," said the angel who answered him, mercilessly, "they asked for it."

Xavier probably knew what was going on by now.As for those angels, you can't blame them for their death rush.

Captivity is a state of stillness, but it feels like walking alone on a deserted path.The road is deep and narrow, and you keep walking and walking, thinking you can keep going—but soon, you get tired.One day you'll have to stop because no one can beat eternity.

You will be stripped of the backbone section by section.You are no longer complete, and you have to persuade yourself to accept it hard.You know exactly how weak you'll be then: sitting with other angels like a fellowship, each of whom knows nothing about himself, let alone others.In the end, there were only repeated words like slogans and mutual suspicion.

The guy next to me, this guy, must have been more wrong than me.Until then, only this can comfort you.

You also have to record really stupid videos.

You weep over this sad future but find yourself too powerless in the face of darkness and walls.

Once you get to this point, Xavier thought, once you get to this point, you can do anything if you get the chance.

It took a moment to make up his mind, and he frantically threw himself on the door—the one he was going in and out of, shaking and pulling vigorously; bumping it with his shoulder, one click!Twice!Three times!It wasn't until he slipped and fell to the ground out of breath that the pain slowly caught up.

Doors with 42-bit codes are indestructible.

Realizing this, Xavier wept.He covered his face, muffled his sobs in his palms, tears gradually overflowed between his fingers.When he thinks about his family, instead of bringing him courage, it makes him want to cry even more.

He cried for a while, and gradually stopped whimpering when he realized that no one was comforting him.He got up from the ground, feeling that he had to do something, and with this in mind, Xavier walked to another door that he was not allowed to open.

The door was unlocked, and it was close, very close, and the alarm didn't go off.The silence at this time was almost like a dream, and Xavier froze in place for a moment.

Behind the door is a section of stairs extending downwards, straight into the darkness; beside the door hangs a sailing lantern, the candle is burning peacefully, and the warm yellow halo can only illuminate a corner.

Xavier looked down and couldn't see the end.He took off the lamp and held it in his hand, looked back at the protection room, took a deep breath, and began to walk down while supporting the wall, step by step.

At first, he tentatively moved slowly; seeing the door was left behind, he also walked faster and faster, his own footsteps echoing in his ears.

The stairs stretched and stretched straight down, and Xavier ran so fast that the wind lantern in his hand cast a quivering halo on the steps.In a daze, he seemed to smell something different from that in the closed room, like the smell of heavy rain and mud, which was the smell of the outside world in his impression.It seems that one step forward, under the long unreachable ladder, the free world will fall in front of him.

boom!Xavier suddenly bumped into something and he went to the end.

Lifting up the light, it turned out to be a dilapidated wooden door, and there was no light from the bottom crack of the door, so I didn't know where it led.He held the doorknob, his fingers trembling, clenched, pressed down, and pushed the door——

The blinding white light instantly made him unable to open his eyes. However, the ecstasy in his heart fell into the abyss when he saw clearly where it was.

Square room, no extra furnishings, two doors.

On the wooden door was written a sentence in Celestial Common Language, never seen clearly in the dark, "There is no way to escape".

After a beep, the solemn sound of the Voice of God began to circulate and echo in the protection room again.

"Don't open the door, Archangel Langdon Xavier, remind me again, don't open the door."

In an instant, Xavier knelt on the ground as if all his strength had been taken away.The iron sheet tied around the neck is at the same temperature as the body, so it can no longer serve as a reminder.

Gordon pushed the door open just in time, and watched him from above.

"Do you want to talk, Langdon?"

——The process of being imprisoned is like walking a small road, and everyone can see that you bow your head at the end of the road.

Only you don't believe it.