[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

Chapter 20

Suddenly he was out of sight.

This doesn't feel real, just like the nameless darkness just now, anyway, you can't see your fingers, and no one is better than anyone else.Huang's smile cracked into pieces the size of a finger, and in the end it was so small that he couldn't see clearly, and there was only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, as if everything he could reach was a white snow, endlessly far away.

His spine was cold, and there was only a buzzing in his ears.

There is no pain in this process, probably because the pain-sensing nerves are no longer working properly.He didn't even dare to breathe hard, as if that would choke something out of himself.

...what the hell is that?

It is said that the scariest thing about a murderer is staying awake during the killing process. Similarly, for a person who is facing great fear, the most cruel thing is staying awake.

He knew exactly what he was going through at this moment - the resonance bomb, he should have realized it earlier.

If the black-haired woman who broke into his house had the ability to trigger resonance bombs, he would not be alive now.She looked more like the person responsible for planting the mines than the detonator.He didn't think of this possibility until he saw the clump of Bana flowers symbolizing death at the last moment, and it was already too late.

But he didn't hesitate.

With limited mental strength, he threw the only mental barrier to Huang, who was also likely to be attacked. He thought, the mental barrier is probably useful, otherwise why would the Federation be so afraid of itself?Even a working spy would know that he is the guide with the highest mental barrier score in the military academy. If the Federation is interested in him, he can only think of this possibility.

What followed was exactly as he had assumed.

Loss of smell, loss of sight, loss of...

Yimulian is thankful that he still has a sense of touch, he knows this very well, because he can still feel the emptiness in his right eye socket, which is very strange.After the resonance bomb is launched, it is a slow death process. The five senses are lost, the pheromones are disordered, and then the body is unbalanced and collapsed. There are many cases of the deceased with protruding and falling facial features. This is not an accident.

Someone was shaking him, and he couldn't hear it.

Probably Huang, Huang shook himself vigorously, which meant that Huang was fine, and the mental barrier was indeed effective.He has long been unable to feel the connection at the other end. The mental connection has been broken at some point. It is different from the usual way that pheromones gradually disappear with metabolism, and it is more like rotten.

Melting little by little, evaporating little by little.

So far, people who have been hit by resonance bombs have only one way - to die, and he is no exception.

die?He has thought about it many times and is not afraid at all.

Don't be afraid...well.

His whole body is disorganized, and he has only an idle brain, but he has no ability to struggle to the death.

No, not right.A thought came to him—how could he die!How could he be willing to die after he finally figured out that matter!After being misunderstood for so many years, he finally made it to the end. Peach Blossom Demon could persevere in such despair, how could he be willing to die here!

There is no broken sentinel, that person is simply——

Yimulian's breathing gradually became difficult. He tried to use the remaining mental power in his consciousness cloud to balance the pheromones that had been disordered to a certain level. It has been kept at a relatively low level, but his mind is still clear, and he can't let himself be weak.

If it doesn't work once, try until you do it!

The first thing that came back was the pain, the sharp pain of being stripped of the eyes alive, and back again, Yimu Lian breathed heavily like drowning, this torture may last for a long time.He was convulsed all over, holding himself tightly with his hands, moaning uncontrollably, but he couldn't even exhale the moan completely, he could only tremble uncontrollably stuck in his throat.

Blood flowed all over his face, rolled down his collar, and stuck to his chest sticky.

Pain is a good thing, it means he is still alive.

Pain became his life-saving straw, and this was the only evidence that his pheromones had not completely collapsed.

The resonance bomb is not unsolvable, it's just that there has never been an example of survival. If there is no such thing, he doesn't mind creating one here.

He sent a mental suggestion to himself to shield the pain, but unfortunately, it didn't work. He still didn't struggle out of the imbalance, and the five senses never showed signs of recovery.He was almost about to give up, but at this moment, he could suddenly see the outline of things dimly.

To be precise, with the left eye.

The endless white mist dissipated, and Yimulian found himself sitting on a chair in the corridor of the military hospital, and two men were arguing not far away.

He recognized the one on the left just by looking at its silhouette - Marshal Huang's typical figure is rarely recognized by anyone.Huang was full of travel and dust, no more glamorous than usual, and even pitifully covered his ears with a piece of gauze.Holding the tie of the man on the right, he almost lifted him up, and his attitude was not so good: "Transfer? You transfer after I agree, do you still have me as a marshal in your eyes? Do you want to rebel!"

The man on the right is wearing a white coat, and he is probably a doctor.The doctor has a weak temperament, and he was so fierce that he almost shouted: "This is a rule, Marshal! We are here for your own good!"

"For my own good, sneak away my guide, who gave you this right?"

"It was approved by the military department. In order to prevent you from being influenced by your guide, the distance must be as far away as possible. He is in the well, and if he is too close, he may bring you in with him! This is not the same as chaos." Similarly, the guides who have gone in rarely come out, so don't get too excited or sad, it's impossible..."

If he hadn't thought that the person in front of him was still a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded, Huang would have thrown him directly to the ground: "Imperial law stipulates that any disposal of the combined guide must be subject to the consent of the sentinel. Crazy, your military hospital is also starting to go crazy?"

He angrily looked around at the nurses who were watching tremblingly: "What about the others?"

Yi Mu Lian looked at it in a daze, what kind of well, I'm not here.

No one dared to speak at the scene, no one dared to take the initiative to bump into the face of the suspected manic sentry.When no one answered, Huang continued to press: "This is the law, a law that no one can shake. If you don't want to go to court-martial...don't think I'm afraid, I've always done what I say."

Yimulian really wanted to go up and say hello to him, saying hey, I made it through, but he found that he couldn't move as if he was nailed to a chair, and he couldn't even say a word.Are feelings a dream?Yimulian thought so, but felt that what happened in front of him was extraordinary and real.

"Marshal, don't be arrogant! He won't be able to get out. You have already joined forces. If you are too close, you will be dragged into the well together. The military will not agree!" The doctor said boldly.

Compared with the marshal's guide, of course the marshal is the most important.

No one can afford the consequences of the Marshal's accident - this is the attitude of the military department after the bombing happened before. Determine the Marshal's intentions.

But if the guide becomes a burden instead, then it's a different matter.

What a "happy event", but now it has become a street mouse and everyone shouts and beats it...

"The military hospital is corrupted by you crow mouths. There are so many nonsense, where is the man?" Huang reached out to touch the gun in his trouser pocket, but after thinking about it, he endured it.

No sentinel had a good temper, especially when something happened to his guide.Huang's attitude is very clear, but the military hospital is gritting its teeth and refuses to reveal any information: "Marshal, let us go, we are just following orders. We are very sorry about the general, and the resonance bomb It is a blessing in misfortune that this thing was not directly killed by the explosion, but the 'well' is really out of our control..."

Yimu Lian opened his eyes wide - it was the well.

Commonly known as the black hole of the soul, the place where the guides who are overwhelmed by emotions and the sentries who have fallen into fugue will eventually go... It is a bit similar to what ordinary people call a vegetative state. Once they enter this state, it is difficult to wake up again.

He... entered the well?

But he is clearly here, watching Huang's every move with wide eyes, which cannot simply be defined as a revolving door.

Huang finally couldn't hold back, and drew out the gun to the doctor's forehead. He didn't remove the insurance, for fear that he would lose his temper in agitation: "I'll ask again. He's gone, where?"

The doctor was panting heavily, knowing that he hadn't pulled the insurance, but the oppressive feeling of the chief sentinel pheromone was so strong that he could hardly raise his head.

"Don't bully him, he is an honest man after all."

With a glance, an old acquaintance was walking slowly at the end of the corridor.

Isn't this the former secretary Yan Yanluo who went on vacation freely after being fired?Her skin was tanned half a degree on the beach, and at some point she found a job in the military department, and she was still wearing a military uniform: "It's all arranged by the military, and the marshal knows what the overall situation is, right?"

"Your so-called overall situation is to use up people as props and throw them away?" Huang put down his gun, and the muzzle of the gun should not be aimed at the people of the empire. He has already neglected his duty in doing so.

"Of course not."

"If you have something to say quickly, the reporter from Qingda University is downstairs, and I can call her up at any time."

Yan Yanluo, who had sold Qingxing Deng, couldn't help shivering, but still didn't give in to someone's coercion: "Marshal, you should be very clear about what kind of place 'Jing' is, and he won't come back again. .Not anymore."

Huang stared at her coldly, as if he no longer knew her after seeing her for more than half a month: "Don't you know what kind of person Yimulian is?"

Yimulian's heart suddenly tugged, this was the first time he heard Huang talking about himself with others from the perspective of a bystander.But he is not interested in the content at all, his mind is full of "well".The number of people who have been to the well and come back is pitifully small, and the longer they stay, the harder it is to get out. It sounds like an announcement of death.

But he couldn't help being a little bit happy, even though it sounded terribly miserable at the moment.

It's as if this person is dead and will be taken out to flog the corpse.

Yimulian looked at his hand propped on the chair, the ring on the ring finger of his right hand, and the vision of his left eye was bright and blurry, everything was so real, so real that it didn't look like a dream.

He worked so hard...but he was still "dead"?

Yan Yanluo was speechless for a while when she heard Huang's words, her eyes were full of hesitation and hesitation.She never forgot Yimu Lian's series of actions after he thought that Huang was dead - he was very strong, so strong that even she, a sentinel, couldn't imagine it.

——Clearly the guide is still such a sentimental creature.

Her teeth were chattering: "Oh, the nursing home in Port Arthur Prison, just guess it, you will never guess it in your life."

The doctor's eyes widened: "You...!"

Huang didn't say a word, turned around and left with a murderous look, his eyes moved and his lips moved, watching his back gradually blurred and caught in a wave of sparkling light, it seemed to be another world.He stretched out his hand to touch it, and there were already wet marks on his face.

tbc

*Jing: (This paragraph is copied, although I mentioned it in 07, I will copy it again temporarily) It is called the black hole of the soul, the place where the consciousness of the sentinel who fell into fugue or the guide who was overwhelmed by emotions finally disappeared.Physically there is no death, but it is almost impossible to be awakened again.Similar to a vegetative state.