The world is not right [rebirth]

At this time, Zhao Ying especially hated himself for being dumb.

One of the two hands was held by Tang Su, and the other was held by Instructor Gong. In an instant, he had no other organs to convey information to others except his eyes.Zhao Ying had no choice but to turn her head after being almost touched by the flames. At that time, the figure standing in the flames had disappeared.

The situation is getting more and more critical.

It seems that superpower flames don’t need to obey the rules of this world, and they spread so fast, as if what fell from the sky was not rain but gasoline, and large tracts of trees—pine, cypress, birch, fir, and sumac fell into the fire to spread Faster blazes literally burn to the sky.

Soot, steam, heat, and the fire are like living beasts. Its tentacles closely follow the group of people running in the mountains and forests, playing with them with a contemptuous attitude.Chased by such a monster, Zhao Ying felt that what was sucked into her lungs was not air but part of the flame.

The former master writer stumbled and fell from time to time on the slippery and steep mountain road. After a few times, Tang Su and Gong instructors directly supported his upper arms and let his feet hang in the air.Zhao Ying, whose inner core is a 23-year-old adult man, was ashamed of this, but at this time there was no room for him to correct it. Zhao Ying, who had saved more energy, panted and looked around, and found that in the range he could see, except for him Besides, Tang Su and Gong Instructor were the only living people.

"How, how do I feel," Tang Su said while panting, "This fire seems to have deliberately separated us from the others? Instructor, can you tell me that this is my illusion?"

Instructor Gong didn't speak, his face was covered with black ash, his lips were tightly pressed, and the lip line looked quite bitter.

Zhao Ying's heart sank.

It seems that Tang Su's chatty crow's mouth has hit the mark again.

Then Zhao Ying discovered that the waves of heat and fire that occasionally grazed his heels did more than separate the three of them from the others.The fire is like a, no, it should be said like a group of hunters with a purpose. They have an excellent division of labor, some of them are chasing endlessly, and some of them spread to the front and surround the two sides, leaving only a hole for them to pass.

This is obviously not the wisdom that a group of energy that is releasing should have. Obviously, Changsheng is not far away at the moment, watching the three of them with his eyes that see people like ants.

If they continue to follow the path planned by the flames for them, they may fall into a trap.If you want to change direction, with the urgency of the fire and the power of the fire—Zhao Ying recalled the messy fourth basement of the Chinese Super League—the only choice for the three of them is to become three delicious Peking ducks.

Maybe he can cooperate with Tang Su to come up with a forced fire extinguisher?However, at this time, how can Zhao Ying write 140 characters and let Tang Su read it.

At the same time, the three people who felt that they were in a stalemate could only run down for the time being. They bypassed the foot of the mountain and went down the hillside covered with dense trees and vines. I have been to the sunken flat ground, but Instructor Gong obviously knew where to go down. Even though the raging fire rushed in, he still hesitated and slowed down.

Zhao Ying, who was put back on the ground, saw a small thing in the mud with a scarlet gleam, a fragment of an alpha crystal.

The fire continued to pour in, and the walls of fire on both sides simultaneously narrowed the distance between them. The three of them could no longer hesitate and could only move forward.Zhao Ying soon discovered that there were more and more shimmering alpha crystal fragments on the ground, reflecting the firelight, forming a stream of red stars in front of his eyes, and there were fewer and fewer trees and plants on the ground until Gray cement covered the soil, scorched black broken walls stood up instead of trees and shrubs, and a dilapidated building complex appeared in front of them.

This is obviously the place where Changsheng wanted them to arrive. The fire stopped on the concrete floor and surrounded the entire building complex. However, the high temperature scorched their feet along the ground. Tang Su could only take Zhao Ying Back and forth, while looking at the complex.

It is said to be a building complex, but it is actually just a dilapidated square two-story office building near Tang Su Zhaoying, plus a few shadowy low-rise buildings a little further away. It seems that there has been a fire in the past and it has been abandoned for many years. It is impossible to identify what architectural style it is.

The ground here is also scattered with large and small alpha crystal fragments, but it is much less than the muddy ground outside, and it seems that it was just blown by the wind.

"Fire, Alpha Crystal," said Tang Su who was relieved, "Why does it look like the secret base of the widow's arsonist boss?"

He turned his head to see what Zhao Ying had to say, but found that Zhao Ying was standing there in a daze, holding the left side of the top of his head with one hand, his fingers digging into the black hair, and clutching his scalp tightly.

Headache, Zhao Ying has only one thought at the moment.

The pain in the brain that has been impacted and still left hidden injuries is different from the severe pain caused by trying to write the ending of the novel not long ago. This time the pain is fine-grained, continuous and ups and downs, as if Some kind of creature lurks in the head, turning its body full of thorns, piercing the brain and blood vessels.Zhao Ying grabbed Tang Su's hand suddenly and bent down. She didn't even know that she was gasping for air, praying for oxygen to relieve the pain.

Bright white or colorful halos floated before his eyes from time to time, dyeing the dusty and cracked ground under his feet into a beautiful floor made of tile fragments in a geometric pattern.

After flickering on and off several times, this illusionary ground completely replaced the real ground, extending from Zhao Ying's feet to the surroundings.

Feeling that the headache was gradually subsiding, Zhao Ying raised her head, and what she saw was a clean blue sky that should never appear on a thunderstorm night. Under the blue sky was a hospital full of Chinese 90s style, with old yellow walls... No, it's not a hospital, Zhao Ying thought.

This is an institute.

Hallucinations outside.

"Zhao Ying? Zhao Ying!" Feeling something was wrong, Tang Su stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his companion, only to find that Zhao Ying didn't respond at all, "Hey, hey, are you okay, don't ignore me, teammate, you are offline at this time It's immoral!"

Every time he heard him run the train with his mouth full, the corners of Zhao Ying's mouth would twitch, but at this moment, the former master writer still didn't respond.

Tang Su felt bad, and looked up to find Instructor Gong. He was about to call him, but saw the instructor who was still like an iron tower under the firelight dropped the submachine gun in his hand.

Tang Su: "... Instructor?"

The high wall of fire surrounding the building complex swayed for a while, giving way to a path for people to walk along. The celibate man in a black windbreaker appeared behind the path, stepping on the still red carbonized residue and walked not far in front of Instructor Gong.

The flames closed behind him like a living thing, and Changsheng stared at Gong Shizheng with a smile on his face.

"Instructor Gong, I've been looking for you for a long time."

His tone was as old and tired as ever.

"There are also Mr. Tang and Mr. Zhao. I didn't expect you to be here. It's an unexpected surprise." Na Changsheng said.

As he spoke, he pulled out two guns from the holster on his waist—two Black Star [-]s, and loaded the clips.The unhurried movements carried pressure, Tang Su pulled Zhao Ying, who was unconscious, and took a quick step back like a feline facing a threat.

Then Changsheng didn't look at him and Zhao Ying at all, the leader of the widow casually held the gun in his hand, and continued to chat with Instructor Gong politely after not seeing him for a long time.

"Everyone who worked in this institute back then, whether they were researchers or the company in charge of defending the institute, except for you, Instructor Gong, seems to have died, and you are the only one left." He said shocking words , "I think you should also go down to accompany your brothers."

99 Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences.

Established at the end of 034, it is China's first research institute on superpowers and superpowers. It was built in Southwest Yunnan Province, above the pit caused by α-034 falling from the sky.The people who acted as the research body in this research institute were the villagers in a village not far from where α-[-] landed.

As the first people to come into contact with Alpha Crystal, they may be the first batch of superpowers on the earth, and Na Changsheng, as one of the villagers, although he was only five years old at the time did not show any superpowers, because of his age, he became one of the superpowers. It has become the key cultivation object of the research institute.

In the hallucination, Zhao Ying walked in the green research institute.

The more you walk forward, the more memories you will wake up. For example, by the veranda connecting the front yard and the back yard of the institute, there is a tree bark carved with a grimace drawn by seven-year-old Zhao Ying. When you raise your head, you can see When he was eight years old, he accidentally shattered the glass on the second floor when he was secretly playing with his father's collection of pistols.Soon, more figures filled the hallucination. His mother in a white coat and holding a rice bowl waved to him, while his taciturn father stood beside his mother.

Yes, that's right.Zhao Ying thought, this is it.

It’s the mother who works, and the father who performs the task... The blurred blocks in the memory of his home are suddenly clear, as if the river channel that has been blocked by mud and sand is suddenly cleaned up, and the things flowing in it become Clean and smooth.Zhao Ying vaguely remembered the boarding primary school she had been attending since she was young, and she came to this institute every weekend and holiday to receive the love of her parents and the training of her father who regarded firearms as a second life besides his wife and children. .

Young Zhao Ying has a quiet personality and prefers to read books rather than weapons, but when it comes to firearms, just as Zhao Yan hopes, he is a veritable child prodigy.

He also received firearms training with him, and there was an older brother who was seven or eight years older than him. Although there was more than two generation gaps between the two, they had always gotten along well.

The hallucinations changed in front of Zhao Ying. He felt that he didn't move a step, but came to the shooting range.

It turned out to be the shooting range that Southwest No. [-] Base used to train them.

The weather was fine this day, and as a high-altitude area, the sun was particularly bright.

"Want to learn to dual-wield firearms with me?" Although it was working hours, Zhao Yan still brought his son to the workplace.The young Zhao Yan was sitting on his shoulder, holding a copy of "Notre Dame de Paris" in his hand, and he was engrossed in reading, "What do you have to learn? You can take two guns if you want to."

"You can't hit," said the young man who stood beside Zhao Yan and was taught by Zhao Yan. "Shooting alternately can still ensure accuracy, but shooting at the same time is completely impossible. Shooting at the same time while aiming at two targets in different directions Neither."

At some point, Zhao Ying, whose consciousness had already resided in his young body, blinked. He let his eyes leave the fifteenth-century Palace of Justice in "Notre Dame de Paris", raised his head, and looked at the man who was asking his father for advice. on the teenager.

The next moment, "Notre Dame de Paris" fell from Zhao Ying's hands and landed in the grass on the shooting range.

This young man who was seven or eight years older than him, and in his vague memory, got along well with him, had a face that was roughly similar to that of Changsheng.