Li Jiang tried to contact the outside world, but all signals were cut off from the moment he entered the secret tunnel. He knew that his news would never reach the world, but he still kept trying, hoping for a miracle.
Li Jian didn't want to ask the outside world for help, but he wanted to tell outsiders to flee quickly.
“Haha.” Yu Lianyun and Li Yingqi looked at each other and smiled. There was no sense of anguish or relief, only the emotions of people who frequently walk on the brink of death and regard death as indifferent.
The death of the mysterious detective is inevitable, and there is no choice in his tragic death.
They cannot be as free and noble as when they face death as if they were going home. Deathly insensitivity best reflects their hearts.
The answer was always the sound of electricity going off. Gradually, Li Jian also stopped calling. He sighs and says, "It's broken." Then he took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it to his mouth. He picked it up, but barely had the lighter to light the cigarette.
When he ate the pulley that started the fire, a flash of light appeared. Li Jiang looked at him as if a candle was lit in front of his portrait. He tweeted, "This is the first time I've ever smoked a cigarette in my life." You can't blame me, old captain..."
When He Jian slowly lit the cigarette butt, Yu Lianyun let out a voice of surprise and said, "Wait a minute, something seems wrong."
The He family settled down, and Li Yingqi observed the collapsed underground city. They immediately felt that what Yu Lianyun said was "wrong".
Vibration has decreased!
They stared at the stone door in amazement. Pressured by the red liquid, the stone door stopped deforming, leaving only a crack. What was expanding inside the stone door seemed to disappear and bee smaller again.
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