But for some reason, when he put this thing on his shoulder, Brother Long seemed to not feel that there was an extra iron lump next to his head. Although his steps were a little heavy, he still approached the target location with determination.

The further he went, the more he felt that the concept of "temperature" seemed to be becoming blurred.

Shortly after I came out of the door, the surroundings were as cold as being in the polar regions. Even the floor was frozen into thick ice, so cold that I shivered.

However, after walking a few dozen meters, the originally cold environment began to become somewhat hot. Just like a hot spring, steam rose.

Brother Long even saw a scene in this place that he had never seen before - a handful of fire sealed in ice.

After getting closer, he looked at the flame that was sealed in the ice but still had some temperature and could even float in the air. His face showed surprise and astonishment.

"What's this?"

The flame was sealed in the ice? Reaching out his free hand, Brother Long subconsciously wanted to touch the flame.

However, the next second, the tingling and burning sensation in his fingers instantly brought him back to his senses and he took two steps back uncontrollably.

"hiss……"

Looking down at his fingers, Brother Long discovered that the skin that was originally touching the ice cube was now covered with a thick layer of frost. Under the frost, the burn marks were a little black.

A combination of fire and...freeze?

Brother Long found it difficult to understand the current situation.

Although university physics once taught that whether it is flame or ice, it is at most a difference in molecular motion, but this kind of inexplicable situation... no teacher has ever said that this would happen before?

At least in Brother Long’s poor brain, there is no scientific theory that can explain the current situation.

A theoretical physicist may be able to do this, but unfortunately, he is just a tool for a photographer. Whether it is quantum mechanics or string theory, he only knows the name but not the content.

So at the moment he could only mutter: "What happened?"

Soon after he finished speaking.

In the distance, the female reporter's voice rang out again: "No! Don't!"

Because the distance was relatively far, Brother Long couldn't hear it clearly before. But now that he was closer, he could clearly hear the fear and panic in the reporter's voice!

Turning his head to take a look at the house covered in snow, Brother Long gritted his teeth, picked up the camera and ran forward again.

After passing through several corridors and the cafeteria where he had eaten in the morning, Brother Long finally arrived at the place where the female reporter spoke.

With his feet on the solid ice, Brother Long looked up at the scene in front of him and his pupils shrank slightly.

"This is……!"

The camera on his shoulder began to shake uncontrollably - this meant that Brother Long's hands were shaking slightly.

This is also normal.

After all, Brother Long is still a normal person. After seeing such a scene, he would indeed feel shocked and... terrified! This place is the open space where Brother Long and his team got off during the day, and next to it is the place where the combat meeting was held before. If Brother Long remembers correctly, the car they took when they came was parked in a parking lot not far away. And those soldiers who brought them here, wearing military uniforms, lived in a single-family building not far away. Before going to bed, Brother Long heard someone exercising here.

However, now, the originally neat buildings have all been "dyed red".

The clean white wall was covered with coagulated blood. Broken arms and thighs that had been torn off at some point were pasted on the wall, and one could even see sticky threads on the contact surface. The black suit was scattered all over the floor, and dark red blood fell on the clothes, as if they had been torn apart by someone.

In addition, there are several other "people" on the earth - if a person with half of his body missing can be called a person.

At this moment, these "people" were either missing their lower bodies or had big holes in their stomachs. Many of them had their eyes still open, bulging out on their pale faces, like frogs placed on a table to be dissected, with bright red muscle fibers exposed one by one, mixed with white grease and flowing all over the floor.

Looking at this scene, Brother Long felt dizzy and his throat was churning. He seemed to be about to vomit out the dinner he had eaten not long ago.

"vomit……"

He leaned against the wall with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

The smell of blood and decay lingered in his nose, making him feel a foul odor, and tears were about to flow from the corners of his eyes.

Pressing his forehead, Brother Long patted his cheeks and readjusted his spirit.

Now is not the time to feel sick.

Even though Brother Long felt that he might actually vomit something in the next second, he still resisted the urge to vomit and staggered past the mutilated corpses on the ground.

The screams of the female reporter were heard again in the distance.

Pinching his nose, Brother Long walked around the wall of corpses, crossed the bloody open space, and went behind the single-family building.

Then he saw a huge "sculpture".

The sculpture is pure white, and it is not just ordinary white, but the kind of paleness that reminds people of a "corpse". Perhaps the artist who made this sculpture has his own unique insights into colors, rendering this "artwork" into a dilapidated and dead pale.

In addition, the sculpture itself is full of strange meanings. The object of the sculpture seems to be a lady, but the appearance of this lady is slightly different from "human". Especially her head, you can see that above the human eyes, the sculpture itself has an extra pair of eyes. Two pairs of narrow eyes hang on both sides of the forehead, one pair facing up and the other pair facing down, taking everything in front of them into their field of vision.

Brother Long passed by the sculpture and when he looked up, he noticed that there seemed to be something strange on the statue's head.

For some reason, when he passed by the sculpture, he seemed to feel that the sculpture was... looking at him.

The hand holding the camera began to tremble slightly again, but he did nothing and just kept moving forward.

After crossing the statue, Brother Long finally arrived where the female reporter was.

He finally understood why the female reporter kept screaming.

At this moment, the woman was hanging on a pole. The pole was long and thick, with handcuffs on both sides, tightly wrapping the female reporter's body. Under the pole, ice crystals and flames gradually moved upwards along the pole, and then were divided into two sections by some unknown force, extending and expanding along the female reporter's body little by little.

The female reporter's left foot was a necrotic muscle that had turned purple from being frozen, while her right foot was a charred wreckage from being burned by flames.

She was hung on the pole and couldn't move. She could only watch the ice and fire spread from her feet!

"Asshole!"

Looking at this scene, Brother Long suddenly felt a fire rising in his heart.

He rushed forward two steps carrying the camera, looked up at the female reporter and said, "Xiao Xu, are you okay? Don't be afraid, I'll put you down now!"

When saying this, Brother Long's head was tilted back, because the female reporter hanging on the pole was quite some distance away from him.

Although there was no detailed measurement, Brother Long roughly guessed that the female reporter Xiao Xu was hung more than three meters above the ground, and she could not reach him by just jumping.

Anxiously looking at the surrounding environment, Brother Long took out a wooden stick and picked up a tile. He searched for a long time with sweat all over his forehead, but he couldn't find a prop that he could use to climb up and rescue Xiao Xu.

Perhaps because his figure was always around him, Xiao Xu, who had been tortured to the point of almost fainting, actually regained consciousness.

She looked down at the anxious Brother Long and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Long... run..."

"That woman, that woman is coming," she said, "You must not let her catch you, you must not! She will torture you and make you live a life worse than death!"

"I can't leave anymore. She said that I have been marked by her. I can't run away. Go quickly... go quickly..."

Listening to Xiao Xu's voice, Brother Long was a little confused: "What woman?"

However, Xiao Xu was unable to answer his question.

Just a few seconds after he spoke, Xiao Xu let out another scream even more miserably than before!

Countless pitch-black hands emerged from behind her, like dark flowers blooming on her body, spreading up her body, seeping into her skin, peeling off her flesh, and tearing her limbs off bit by bit.

Looking at this scene, Brother Long shuddered violently.

His hands holding the camera couldn't help but start shaking. Fear quickly spread to him, making him step back and want to escape from this place.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it…”

Brother Long's face turned pale: "Something is wrong, this mission is wrong!"

From the very beginning, this mission gave people a weird feeling!

No matter whether it was the sudden transfer, the prophet with strange behavior before, or the "graveyard" that looked like purgatory in front of him, every point was telling him that either he was crazy, or this place, this mission was crazy!

They left the place in a panic. While walking, Brother Long stumbled due to panic and dropped the camera in his hand.

He quickly got up from the ground, picked up the camera again, and tried to put it on his shoulder.

However, this time, his movements paused slightly.

Because he noticed that the place where the camera rolled down was the statue that he had seen before and gave him a strange feeling.

I don’t know why, but when Brother Long stood next to the statue, a certain feeling of “disobedience” became stronger and stronger.

It was like...something was watching me.

After hesitating for a while, Brother Long put down the camera, then carried it and aimed it at the statue in front of him.

In the camera interface, the statue appears normal.

With some inexplicable reason, Brother Long carried the camera and began to rotate around the statue.

While filming with fear and trepidation, he was also alert to everything around him, fearing that a monster would suddenly appear from the side and tear him into pieces or tie him to a pole, just like the female reporter Xiao Xu.

Fortunately, even though Brother Long spent a lot of time here, no monsters jumped out from the shadows.

He completed the shot, capturing every detail of the statue in his camera.

After a long sigh of relief, Brother Long didn't have time to wonder why he had to do such a strange thing while escaping, and he quickly picked up the camera and started running again.

This time he stayed away from the empty parking lot and took a longer route, following the road in his memory.

He vaguely remembered that this was the path he walked with the prophet before going to bed.

Brother Long can’t remember clearly what the prophet said to him at that time.

He could only remember that it seemed to be something very important. Perhaps, this was the key to his life! "After all, he is the 'prophet'," Long Ge comforted himself in his heart, "Maybe... maybe what he said is the key to escaping from this place?"

"Although I can't remember clearly what he said, if I continue walking along this road, maybe I can remember it. And I still remember that there seemed to be a white light at that time... Maybe it was that white light that pulled me closer to this strange place!"

Brother Long told himself in his heart.

In fact, he had no idea, after all, his memory of the past was really vague. Apart from remembering those important things, it was basically a blank.

But there is no way.

In the current environment, if there is no hope, Brother Long feels that he will really collapse.

Recalling his memories of yesterday, he found that apart from the chat with the prophet, there seemed to be nothing else that could be called "special".

So he had to place his last hope on this.

Other than that, he really had no other options.

The experience of the female reporter Xiao Xu was still vivid in his mind. The broken limbs and arms in the square were particularly eye-catching. The whole world was filled with a sense of blood and corruption, especially in the middle of the night. Everything was blurring Brother Long's mind.

He was already a little panic-stricken.

Walking forward step by step along the path in his memory, Brother Long tightly grasped his camera, his face pale: "Please, it must be there... it must be there..."

Perhaps something heard his prayers. After a short run, Brother Long really felt that there seemed to be something extra at the end of the road.

He looked in that direction with excitement, and the next second, Long Ge's heart sank to the bottom! At the end of the path, a person wearing a thin white gauze, with his whole face hidden in the shadows, was looking at this side from afar.

Brother Long could clearly feel that the other party was now "looking directly" at him.

Brother Long was horrified to find that the woman in front of him was almost the same as the woman he saw in the statue! Fear struck him again.

The camera began to shake again.

He wanted to run, but out of the corner of his eye he could only see a flat and open area around him. No matter where he fled to, he would be discovered by the enemy immediately.

At this moment, time seemed to be stretched to an infinite distance, as if time was frozen, and cold sweat slowly emerged from Brother Long's back.

Finally, it was like the broken time was pieced together again.

A voice interrupted the long silence.

Brother Long heard a woman's voice: "Another person broke into this space? Strange, so many people were able to step into this area today..."

"Hmm? You seem to have a familiar smell."

The woman's voice was very strange, as if it came from far away, but also as if it was right next to Long Ge's ear: "Interesting, who are you? Why do you give me this feeling?"

Brother Long couldn't move at all. He felt as if half of his body was burning, while the other half was ice cold.

In the chaos, only the distant yet near female voice was singing softly: "It doesn't matter. I can catch you, cut you open, and take your heart. All the answers will be self-evident."

“Run, run, run as fast as you can in this void of shadow, turn your fear into soil, and then into firewood…”

Speaking of.

A pale figure flashed forward.

Every time she blinked, she would take a few steps forward, either a few imperceptible centimeters or an exaggerated several meters.

In just a few breaths, she was almost reaching where Brother Long was!