The three people instinctively quickened their pace and walked to the only room with lights on in this corridor.
The light emitted is not dazzling, it can be said to be a very dark color. The wall in front of me, which should have been as clear and transparent as lake water, has become completely filthy. It was formed by smearing blood on the wall.
In the picture, the thirsty blood completely covered the entire wall used to observe the situation in the room, as if the transparent glass was coated with a fuzzy red gauze. If it weren't for the strong light radiating from inside, here would be
Most likely, you will only see a deep red shadow, just like the lamps wrapped in red paper during the festival. It’s just that the images on the wall are not as regular as the pictures in the festival. The wall is a large or light dark brown spot.
There are blocks, and there are river-like traces left after the liquid flows.
The thirsty and condensed blood on the inner surface of the wall formed a thick curtain, completely blocking the scene inside the room. The dark red light was like mud, completely staining the bodies and faces of the three people, and everything they had.
in the corridor.
"It's really an undesirable sight." Gabri sighed as he looked at the strange clumps of blood-painted works, "I didn't know things would turn out like this. It seems that in the past three days,
So many things happened that I didn't imagine."
"What a dereliction of duty." Gabri's tone was a little weird. His eyes didn't move, staring at the wall in front of him, as if he admired such paintings very much.
"Yes, it's a dereliction of duty." said Bei, "but I don't know what kind of dereliction of duty it is."
Ignoring Gabri's deliberate expression and tone of voice beside him, Bordeaux looked at the lean man beside him and asked him if he could turn on the lights in other rooms, or just open the doors to all the rooms.
It’s also possible.
With the strength of three people, for them, the only change in the number of prisoners held in dozens of rooms along this corridor is their size.
The lean man nodded, walked to the console nearby, inserted the password card and obtained the corresponding permissions, pressed many buttons to completely restore the settings messed up by Chief Gabri, and then started
Lighting management program.
So at the moment when the three people looked around, bright lights lit up at the same time in dozens of rooms neatly arranged on one side of the corridor.
But there was no such scene as what Bordeaux and Gabri imagined. In their minds, the light in this row of rooms would shine through the walls made of special materials, and the stronger light would make the original
The bright corridor became brighter. But the moment the lean man pressed the control button, their minds instinctively wanted to squint their eyes slightly to avoid the stronger light. Although their eyes at this stage were completely
Don't worry about this.
But contrary to their imagination, the bright corridor suddenly became darker at this moment. It was not because the light from the lamps in the corridor became weaker, nor was it because there was any device in the room next to the corridor that could absorb light. What changes is not the intensity of the light, but just the feelings of the three of them.
At this moment, the corridor dominated by the cold white light was like facing an avalanche on the mountain peak, completely infected by a dull dark red. It was as if a bottle of black ink was poured into the clear water, showing a kind of
Changes visible to the naked eye.
As the three of them glanced around, all the rooms looked like lamps wrapped in red paper. On every transparent wall, there was blood that had completely dried up and condensed in all kinds of strange shapes.
, but there seems to be artistic thoughts in it that an eighteen-year-old boy should not have.
"What a dereliction of duty." Bordeaux's gaze swept from one end of the corridor to the other end of the corridor. After confirming that every detention room here was in the same state, he imitated Gabri's tone and said. p>
Hearing this sentence, Gabri's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed, and then turned into a ferocious color.
"Close the connecting passages between all rooms, and then open all the walls in front of you!" Gabri yelled at the lean man, looking at the faint smile on Bolei's face, even though he was already quite old,
But some things will not change with age. Not all things will advance with time. It is not certain that some things will go backwards with age.
.
Gabri may be such an example. His self-cultivation and emotional control have not become more mature and perfect with his age and strength. On the contrary, not only in the eyes of Bolei, but also in the eyes of the lean man on the side.
, it has obviously regressed a lot.
At this moment, Gabri's face turned red. The reason for why Bordeaux's words were like this should be extremely simple.
"We are doing this, Chief." The lean man had no intention of speeding up because of Gabri's roar. He had long been accustomed to Gabri's behavior, so when Gabri was really angry, he didn't feel anything was wrong. p>
Countless gears on a row of rooms began to rhythm. There was no steam gushing out, but listening to the clear and neat sound of valves opening and closing like a symphony, my brain could probably automatically simulate the sound of being blocked by steel plates.
The scene.
The walls in front of him began to rise slowly and uniformly, with their bottoms parallel and completely connected into a straight line. The blazing white light shone into the corridor centimeter by centimeter from the bottom of the gradually rising walls, as if
A line of avalanche that was slowed down countless times.
The three of them suddenly had an illusion. They were standing here as if they were standing on the top of a high mountain. They were watching the rising sun. The rays of the rising sun were penetrating through the fragmented clouds, beams.
Passed through the endless space and came to the three people.
The corridor finally became brighter after a few seconds. The intensity of the light generated by the powerful power was more than several times that of ordinary sunlight. At the core of the light source in the room, the brightness there seemed to be burning all the time.
A large-caliber flare. When the three of them looked there, their pupils would shrink unconsciously to avoid being exposed to strong light.
It's not that the eyes can't accept this intensity of light. When they are in their current state during the surgical stage, it's normal to look directly at the flash bomb. It's just because the function of the eyes is so powerful that when such strong light enters the eyes
At this time, the electrical signal that the eyes convert this light into is absolutely extremely strong. And this torrent of electrical signals will seriously burn the human brain at certain times. Compared with the functions of other tissues and organs in the body,
Improvement, the growth of brain power is the slowest in the human body. The overall imbalance of body functions caused by the overpowering of a certain body function and the insufficient brain processing and coordination capabilities is also recorded in the military super analysis machine.
Real examples.
Under this light, the room in front of him was filled with pools of blood and scabs on the ground. Only the middle corner remained as clean and tidy as a mirror. A man standing upright with some blood on his body was standing on that only corner.
On a clean floor.
"Hello, coach!" Cassia's tired voice came along with the light.