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Chapter 61 Fish Tank and Silver Eyes

Finally seeing a normal person, Abel almost cried.

He walked towards the man with extremely choked sobs, his voice full of trembling, "Hello, may I ask where this is? I don't know why all my companions have disappeared."

The blond young man looked at the fish tank intently and did not answer him.

Abel asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

The profile of the young man's face was illuminated by the light from the fish tank, and he could see the long, delicate and curled light-colored eyelashes, like dreamy butterfly wings.

He stared inside without blinking, as if he was still.

Abel lowered his head and found that the fish tank was not fish, but rather like a sand table for real estate landscaping, except that the sand table was not a building, but a scene of a street.

There was mucus-like stuff all over the fish tank, which looked a little dirty. Small, strange-shaped black dots were crawling slowly in the muddy fish tank.

"...Why are you so dirty?" Abel blurted out.

The blond man who had been quiet all this time finally had some reaction when he heard these words.

He nodded in agreement and said to himself, "It's indeed very dirty."

The sound is clear and lingering, reminiscent of ice and melting snow.

Abel was a little touched that he could speak.

"Hello, I got separated from my friends. Have you seen them?"

"Yes, I saw it." The young man nodded.

"That's great!" Abel breathed a sigh of relief and almost cried, "Excuse me, have you seen where they went?"

"it's here."

"Where?" Abel was a little confused.

The young man was still staring at the fish tank. He tried to talk to the other person, but no matter what he said, he remained silent until the light in the fish tank slowly dimmed.

Immediately afterwards, the entire room began to twist and dim, like an abstract painting dissolved by water.

Abel took two steps back, a little scared.

When he turned around, he found that the corridor behind him had also disappeared.

When he panicked and turned his attention to the young man, the blond young man who had been sitting quietly disappeared together with the fish tank. The scene was distorted in an instant, and Abel returned to the barbecue restaurant again.

It was getting darker here, and pitch-black figures with unclear faces turned towards him, seeming to be walking towards him.

Abel cried successfully.

He regretted very much why he came here with the rescue team from Noah Base in the first place.

He wants to go home!

Abel was crying while running in panic, bumping into one wet and sticky figure after another. He didn't know what was on his face, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

After running for who knows how long, he finally stepped out of the darkness and appeared in the open air.

But there was no redemption.

The night that originally belonged to thousands of lights was pitch black, and the tall buildings seemed like ghosts in the night sky, but the earth was incredibly bright.

Abel, on the other hand, had a feeling of being watched by something indescribable from the inside out.

Everything is shrouded in a silvery white light, like frost.

Abel walked through the familiar yet unfamiliar streets, crying with tears streaming down his face.

"anyone there?"

His voice was trembling and pitiful.

"Where have everyone gone!"

As he walked, he realized belatedly that the scenery of the street was somewhat familiar.

But I have come all the way from Noah Base, and I have clearly never been here before, so where does this sense of familiarity come from?

At a certain moment, Abel suddenly remembered that the street in front of him was very similar to the sand table that the blond young man was looking at.

With a "gumble" sound, he swallowed.

The moonlight seems to be extra bright today, extra...

Abel slowly raised his head.

What shines above the sky is not moonlight.

But a pair of huge, silver-white eyes that cover the sky and the sun.

The eyes of a human being are definitely not without a trace of warmth, they are so cold that they seem to engulf you.

Just like a judge who is above the law, looking down on all living beings with cold eyes.

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From Tang Rou's perspective, those people disappeared, and she was the only person left in the entire barbecue restaurant.

On the walls, in the corners, and between the gaps between tables and chairs, foamy mucus like boiling asphalt was constantly gushing out.

Accompanied by a slight popping sound, strange tendrils of flesh emerged from under the foam.

She sat there quietly, her scalp numb.

But because he drank too much, his reaction was slow, so he seemed very calm.

The strange thing is that the mobile phone has a signal.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting quietly in the dark, but Tang Rou's cell phone suddenly vibrated. Atherlan called her, her tone sounding a little anxious.

"Where are you?"

Tang Rou pinched her arm hard, it hurt.

Not a dream.

She moved her wrist farther away, looked at the signal grid on the screen, and said slowly, "The phone has signal, the call can be connected, and we are probably still in the same space."

"That's good." Aslan breathed a sigh of relief and said to her, "Then come, I'll be in the corridor, and we'll meet up."

Tang Rou carefully stood up from the darkness, pressed her palms on the table, and when she released her palms, she brought up an indescribable layer of mucus.

The light was extremely dim, with one or two rays of silver light shining through the blurry glass window, vaguely illuminating the private corridor.

From the corner of her eye, Tang Rou saw many motionless dark figures sitting in the seats separated by bamboo curtains on both sides.

She walked through the lobby intently, pretending to be calm, and walked all the way to the glass door.

He reached out and pushed open the door, and a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of him.

She didn't remember this corridor when she came here, it just appeared out of thin air.

Aslan's voice rang on the phone, "If you move forward, I can't see you."

Tang Rou stopped.

Aslan was still talking, "Come on, I'm on the other side of the corridor."

She didn't move.

"Why don't you move?"

A cold feeling spread down my spine.

Tang Rou asked slowly, "Didn't you say you couldn't see me?"

The voice in the receiver quieted down.

Tang Rou continued, "Then how do you know that I haven't moved yet while I'm standing in front of the corridor?"

In the quiet darkness, only her breathing could be heard.

After a while, she heard a chuckle.

Very light, very light, brushing against the ear.

The greedy and gloomy sight is like a wild vine, climbing up the back of the spine.

Something is staring at her.

Her sixth sense told her that it was a terrifying existence.

Tang Rou froze for two seconds and ran away.

She had a hunch that no matter what appeared in front of her, it would not be more dangerous than the existence behind her.

Something was squirming in the corridor, clinging to the wall, like a heart, undulating and contracting, as cold and wet as a layer of skin.

Tang Rou's brain was messed up by the alcohol, her feet slipped and she stumbled.

The corridor was as long as there was no end. She gradually began to breathe rapidly, and her heartbeat was so strong that it almost jumped out of her throat.

The sound of unhurried footsteps sounded behind her. No matter how she ran or how fast she ran, the footsteps kept the same rhythm, following her not far or near.

Like teasing a canary who was in a panic, Tang Rou even felt that that person was very happy.

I don't know how long I ran, but in the darkness, the pale fingers with clear joints lightly hooked.

The originally deep and endless corridor had an extra wall out of thin air.

Tang Rou stopped in time and entered a dead end.


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