Steel Steam and Flame

The three people instinctively speeded up their pace and walked to the only room in the corridor where the light was on.

The radiant light does not appear dazzling, it can be said to be a very dull color. The wall in front of him, which should have been as clear and transparent as lake water, had become completely unbearable. That is the picture formed by smearing blood on the wall. The thirsty blood completely covers the entire wall used to observe the situation in the room, as if the transparent glass is coated with a vague red tulle. If It's not because the light from the inside is too strong. It is very likely that only a dark red shadow will be seen here, just like a lamp wrapped in red paper in a festival. It's just that the images on the walls are not like the rules of pictures in festivals. The walls are large dark or light dark brown patches, and there are river-like traces left by the flow of liquid.

The thirst and condensed blood on the inner surface of the wall became a deep curtain, completely obscuring the scene in the room. The gloomy red light was completely stained like silt on the faces of the three people and the corridor where they were.

"It's a sight that people don't want to see." Gabriel exclaimed, looking at the strange masses of works painted with blood as paint. "I don't know how things will turn out to be like this. It seems that in these three days Too many things happened that I didn't imagine."

"What a dereliction of duty." Gabriel's tone was a little weird. He kept his eyes fixed, staring at the wall in front of him, as if he admired such paintings.

"Yes, it's very dereliction of duty," said Bei Qi, "but I don't know what the dereliction of duty was."

Ignoring Gabriel’s deliberately fiddled face and the tone of his words, he looked at the thin man beside him and asked him if he could turn on the lights in other rooms, or just open the doors of all the rooms. it is also fine.

With the strength of the three people, the prisoners held in dozens of rooms in this corridor only changed the size of the specific number.

The lean man nodded, walked to the side of the console, inserted the pass card to obtain the corresponding authority, crackled and pressed many buttons to completely restore the settings messed up by the chief Gabriel to the original position, and then started. Lighting management program.

So at the moment when the three of them were patrolling around, the bright light illuminates at the same time in the dozens of rooms neatly arranged on the side of the corridor.

But there is no such thing as the situation imagined in the heads of Bocha and Gabriel. In their minds, the light from this row of rooms will shine through the walls made of special materials, and the stronger light will make the originally bright corridors brighter. But when the lean men pressed the control button, their minds instinctively wanted to squint their eyes slightly to avoid more intense light. Although their eyes at this stage don't care about these at all.

However, contrary to their imagination, the bright corridor suddenly became darker at this moment. It's not because the light of the lamps in the corridor has become weak, and it's not because there are some devices that can absorb light in the rooms on the side of the corridor.

What changed was not the intensity of the light, but the feeling of the three of them.

At this moment, the corridor ruled by the deserted white light was completely infested by a gloomy dark red as if facing an avalanche on a mountain. It seems that a bottle of black ink is poured into the water, showing a change visible to the naked eye.

In the eyes of the three of them who scanned the past, all the rooms were like a lamp wrapped in red paper. On each of the transparent walls, there is blood that has been congealed by complete thirst, and there are many strange shapes, but there seems to be an artistic idea that an eighteen-year-old should not have.

"Really dereliction of duty." Biao's gaze scanned from the end of the corridor to the end of the other side of the corridor, until it was confirmed that every room in the prison was in the same state, and then he learned the tone of Gabriel just now.

Hearing this sentence, Gabriel's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed, and then turned into a hideous color.

"Close the connecting passages between all the rooms, and then open all the walls in front of you!" Gabriel yelled at the lean man, watching with a smile on his face, even though he was already quite old. But some things do not change with age. Not everything will advance with the advancement of time, some things advance with the advancement of time, with the increase of age, it is not necessarily a thing.

Gabriel may be such an example. His own self-cultivation and emotional control have not become more mature and perfect with age and strength. On the contrary, not only in the eyes of the young man, but also in the eyes of the lean man on the side, it was obviously regressed a lot.

Gabriel blushed at this moment, and the reason why this is the case should be very simple.

"It's doing this, Chief." The lean man didn't intend to speed up at all because of Gabriel's roar. He had been accustomed to Gabriel for a long time, so when Gabriel was really angry, he didn't feel anything wrong.

The countless gears above the row of rooms began to move. I didn't see the steam coming out, but listening to the crisp and neat sound of the valve opening and closing like a symphony, my brain can probably automatically simulate the scene blocked by the steel board.

The walls in front of them began to rise slowly and uniformly, and their bottoms were parallel and completely connected into a straight line. The blazing light shone into the corridor centimeter by centimeter from below the rising wall, like a line of avalanche slowed down countless times.

The three of them suddenly had an illusion. They stood here as if they were standing on the top of a high mountain, watching the first-born sun at this moment. The rays of the rising sun were penetrating the fragmented clouds, and beams of light penetrated the endless space and came to the three of them.

The corridor finally became brighter after a few seconds~www.ltnovel.com~ The intensity of light generated by 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 more like a large-caliber flares burning all the time. When the three of them looked there, their pupils would contract unconsciously, avoiding strong light.

It is not that the eyes cannot accept light of this intensity. When they are in their current state during the operation, it is normal to look directly at the flash bomb. It's just that the functions of the eyes are so powerful that when such a strong light shines into the eyes, the electrical signals that the eyes convert this light into are absolutely incomparable. And this torrent of electrical signals will severely burn people's brains at certain times. Compared with the improvement of the functions of other tissues and organs in the body, the growth of brain capacity is the slowest in the human body. There are real examples in the records of the military super-analyzer for the overall imbalance of body functions that result from the overpowering of a certain function of the body and the insufficient ability of the brain to process and coordinate.

In this light, the room in front of him was a pool of blood and scabs, and only the middle corner remained mirror-like clean and tidy. A person standing upright with a little blood on his body stood on the only clean ground.

"Good coach!" Cassia's tired voice came along with the light. (To be continued.)