"This sentence will be only said once, so please remember."
"Exiled to this world, no one can live through a week."
「 Monday 」
Yibo didn't know where he may be.
He remembered he was at the police station, lowering his head to clean up the guns. The audio of the Kun Opera in the next compartment being dramatically loud, great pain swept over him and even made him shudder.
Babblings, prolonged tones, the scorching sun at noon, and the too sufficient air conditioning in the gun room.
All sorts of things mixed together, but none of which can make people feel happy.
Yibo frowned, and just wanted to get the gun ready as soon as possible and leave the gun storage room early.
He loaded the last pistol to be inspected, pushed the spring, and decided to unload the bullet and put the gun back.
Annoyed as he remained, Yibo turned out to be in possession of high efficiency. He loaded the last pistol to be checked, pushed the spring, and found no problem so he planned to remove the bullet and put the gun back.
However, as soon as he raised his eyes and reached out his hand, waves of unbearable dizziness attacked Yibo all of a sudden.
The gun cabinet, which was clearly within reach, seemingly twisted and turned into an oval shape, the ceiling felt lower, and the last tone of the Kun Opera was pitched extremely high in an unexpected way. Like a scream, the sound functioned as a bomb going off in Yibo's ear.
He even smelled a faint smell of blood.
In terms of the current situation, an alarm was set deep in his heart.
This is the headquarters of the K State Military Region, therefore it cannot be a sudden enemy attack. He was entrusted with the right to sort out the gun storage room, so his military rank can't be low.
Given his young age, it can be assumed that he must have fulfilled many missions in an excellent way.
Wang Yibo knew well about his own body.
...Never had he experienced this feeling, no matter what mission it was.
The young officer frowned, trying to overcome the suffocating vertigo. He crouched down, holding the gun in one hand and clenching the fist with the other hand, with the veins bulging out on his arms.
It's the position to prepare for the attack.
But fortunately, vertigo didn't last long and soon disappeared. Surprisingly, a patch of fog came out of the blue and became all the more thicker. No matter how hard he tried to make his eyes wide open, things in front of him stayed blurred. Even the annoying dazzling sunlight that now became dimmer and dimmer as the fog thickened.
Vaguely, he could hear the sound of water dripping.
This is not the gun storage room anymore.
Wang Yibo's expression on his face was very light, and he slowly stood up straight.
He was standing in an old room with dim light. The room was covered with crimson wood floors, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the wallpaper pasted on the wall was deep in color. Only by the light of sparks from the fireplace could we track some of the splendor and wealth of the past.
He stood still, his eyes indifferent.
Clearly, the smell of blood didn't fade away but became thicker instead.
