The three of them instinctively accelerated their pace and walked to the only room in the corridor where the lights were on.

The light emitted does not appear dazzling, it can be said to be a very dark color. The wall in front of me, which should have been as clear and transparent as lake water, has become completely filthy. It is a picture formed by applying blood to the wall. The thirsty blood completely covers the entire wall used to observe the situation in the room, as if the transparent glass was coated with a layer of blurred red gauze. If it weren't for the strong light emitted from inside, you would probably only see a dark red shadow, like a lamp wrapped in red paper during festivals. However, the images on the walls are not as regular as the drawing rules of the festivals. The walls are a large dark brown patch, deep or shallow, and the traces of rivers left after the flow of liquid.

The blood that was thirsty and condensed on the inside of the wall became a deep curtain, completely blocking the scene in the room. The dark red light completely stained the three people's faces and the corridor where they were.

"It's really a scene that people don't want to see." Gabrie sighed at the strange work drawn with blood as paint. "I don't know that things will turn out like this. It seems that there have been too many things that I didn't expect in the past three days."

"What a dereliction of duty." Gabrie's tone was a bit strange. His eyes kept turning and staring at the wall in front of him, as if he was very impressed by such paintings.

"Yes, it's a very dereliction of duty." Bolang said, "But I don't know which aspect of the dereliction of duty it is."

Ignoring Gabrie's face deliberately fiddling with him, and the tone of words he made, Bolang looked at the thin man beside him, indicating whether he could turn on the lights in other rooms, or just open the doors of all rooms like this.

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

The thin man nodded, walked to the side of the console, inserted the password card and obtained the corresponding permissions, pressed many buttons to completely restore the settings messed up by the general manager Gabrie to its original position, and then started the light management program.

So at the moment when the three of them were patrolling left and right, bright light lit up at the same time in dozens of neatly arranged rooms on one side of the corridor.

But there was no such situation as Bolang and Gabrie imagined. In their minds, the light lit up in this row of rooms would shine through walls made of special materials, and the stronger light would make the already bright corridor brighter. But the moment the lean man pressed the control button, their minds instinctively wanted to squint slightly to avoid the stronger light. Although their eyes at this stage didn't have to care about these at all.

But contrary to what they imagined, the bright corridor suddenly became a little dim at this moment. It was not because the light of the lamps in the corridor became weaker, nor because there was any device to absorb light in the room next to the corridor.

What changes is not the strength of the light, but the feeling of the three of them.

At this moment, the corridor dominated by the cold white light was completely infected by a dark dark red in an instant, as if facing an avalanche on the mountain. It seemed that a bottle of black ink was poured into the clear water, showing a change visible to the naked eye.

The three of them glanced left and right in their eyes. All the rooms were like lamps wrapped in red paper. On each transparent wall, blood that was completely thirsty was clotted with strange shapes, but there seemed to be an artistic idea that an 18-year-old boy should not have.

"It's really a dereliction of duty." Bolang's eyes scanned from the end of this corridor to the end of the other side of the corridor. It was not until he was sure that every detention room here was in the same state that he learned from Gabrie's tone just now.

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

"Close the connection passage between all rooms and open all the walls in front of you!" Gabrie shouted at the thin man, looking at the faint smile on Bolang's face. Even though he was already old, some things did not change with age. Not everything would move forward with time. Some things would go backward with time and age.

Gabri may be such an example. His cultivation and emotional control have not become more mature and perfect with the increase of age and strength. On the contrary, it has also significantly regressed not only in Bolang's eyes, but also in the eyes of the thin man beside him.

Gabri's face turned red at this moment. Why did Bolang say this? The reason should be extremely simple.

"It's been done, it's always long." The thin man did not intend to speed up because of Gabrie's roar. He had long been used to Gabrie's like this, so when Gabrie was really angry, he didn't feel anything wrong.

The countless gears on the row of rooms began to move rhythmically. There was no gushing out of steam, but listening to the sound of valve opening and closing like a symphony, the brain could probably automatically simulate the scene blocked by steel plates.

The walls in front of them began to rise slowly, uniformly and neatly, and their bottoms were parallel and completely connected into a straight line. The blazing light shone into the corridor one centimeter after another from the gradually rising wall, like a line of avalanche that was rushing down countless times.

At this moment, Bolang and the other two suddenly had an illusion that they stood here as if they were standing on the top of a mountain, watching a newborn sun. The rising sun's light was penetrating the broken clouds, and beams penetrated the endless space and came to the three of them.

The corridor finally became brighter after a few seconds. The intensity of light generated by powerful power is more than twice that of ordinary sunlight. At the core of the light source in the room, the brightness is like a large-diameter flare that is burning at the same time. At this time, Bolang and the other two looked there, their pupils would unconsciously shrink to avoid the strong light.

It’s not that the eyes cannot accept this intensity of light. When they reach their current state during the operation stage, it is normal to look directly at the flash bomb. It’s just that the functions of the eyes are too powerful, so when such strong light shines into the eyes, the electrical signal converted into by the eyes is absolutely extremely strong. This torrent-like electrical signal will seriously burn the human brain at some point. Compared with the improvement of the functions of other tissues and organs in the body, the growth of brain abilities is the slowest in the human body. The physical function caused by the excessive strength of a certain function of the body and the insufficient processing and coordination ability of the brain is completely unbalanced. There are real examples in the records of the military super analyzer.

Under this light, the room in front of me was a pool of ground with blood scabbed, and only the corner in the middle was still as clean as a mirror. A person standing straight and stained with a little blood on his body was standing on the only clean ground.
Chapter completed!