Steel steam and flame

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 him that should have been as clear and transparent as lake water has become completely filthy. It was a picture smeared on the wall with blood. The thirsty blood completely covered the entire wall used to observe the situation in the room, like coating the transparent glass with a layer of fuzzy red gauze. If It's not because the light coming from inside is too strong, it's likely that only a dark red shadow will be seen here, 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 patch, and there are river-like traces left by the flow of liquid.

The thirsty and condensed blood on the inner surface of the wall formed a thick curtain, completely blocking the scene inside the room. The dim red light was like mud, completely staining the bodies and faces of the three people, as well as the corridor where they were.

"It's really an undesirable sight." Gabri sighed as he looked at the strange clumps of blood-painted works. "I didn't know that things would turn out like this. It seems that in the past three days, So many things happened that I didn’t expect.”

"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 was a dereliction of duty," said Bordeaux, "but in what aspect it was a dereliction of duty, I don't know."

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 rooms. it is also fine.

With the strength of three people, for them, the only change in the number of prisoners held in dozens of rooms along this corridor was the size.

The lean man nodded and walked to the console beside him. After inserting the password card and obtaining the corresponding permissions, he pressed many buttons to completely restore the settings that had been messed up by Chief Gabri before starting the operation. Lighting management program.

So at the moment when the three people looked around, bright lights lit up simultaneously in dozens of rooms neatly arranged on one side of the corridor.

But there was no such scene as what Bede and Gabri had imagined. In their minds, the light in this row of rooms will shine through the walls made of special materials, and the stronger light will make the already bright corridor even brighter. But the moment the lean man pressed the control button, they instinctively wanted to squint their eyes slightly to avoid the stronger light. Although their eyes at this stage don't care about this at all.

But contrary to what they imagined, the bright corridor suddenly became darker at this moment. It's not because the light from the lamps in the corridor has become weaker, nor is it because there is any light-absorbing device in the room next to the corridor.

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 completely infected by a dull dark red, as if facing an avalanche on the mountain peak. It's as if a bottle of black ink was poured into the clear water, showing a change visible to the naked eye.

As the three of them glanced left and right, all the rooms looked like lamps wrapped in red paper. On every transparent wall, there is blood that has condensed completely from thirst, with 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.

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 don't change with age. Not everything will move forward with the advancement of time, and it is not certain that some things will go backwards with the advancement of time and 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 Bei, but also in the eyes of the lean man on the side, he has obviously regressed a lot.

At this moment, Gabri's face turned red. The reason why Bordeaux's words were like this should be extremely simple.

"We're doing this, Chief." The lean man had no intention of speeding up because of Gabri's roar. He had long been used to Gabri's behavior, so he didn't feel anything was wrong when Gabri got really angry.

Countless gears on a row of rooms began to beat. I didn't see the steam gushing out, but I heard the clear and neat sound of the valve opening and closing like a symphony, and my brain could probably automatically simulate the scene of being blocked by steel plates.

The walls in front of them began to rise slowly and uniformly in an extremely neat manner. Their bottoms were parallel and completely connected into a straight line. The blazing white light shines into the corridor centimeter by centimeter from under the gradually rising wall, like an avalanche that has been 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, watching the rising sun. The rays of the morning sun were penetrating through the fragmented clouds, and beams penetrated 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 is more than several times that of ordinary sunlight. At the core of the light source in the room, the brightness there is like a large-caliber flare that is burning all the time. 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 were in their current state during the surgical stage, it was normal to look directly at flash bombs. It's just because the functions of the eyes are so powerful that when such strong light enters the eyes, the electrical signals that the eyes convert this light into are absolutely extremely strong. And this torrent of electrical signals can seriously burn the human brain at certain times. Compared with the improvement of the functions of other tissues and organs of the body, the growth of brain capacity is the slowest in the human body. There are also real examples of the overall imbalance of body functions caused by the overpowering of a certain body function and insufficient brain processing and coordination capabilities. There are also real examples in the records of the military super analysis machine.

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 stood on the only clean ground.

"Hello, coach!" Cassia's tired voice came together with the light.