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Su Jianyang carefully helped Wu Cheng up from the ground. Wu Cheng seemed weak, like a soulless shell. Su Jianyang firmly supported Wu Cheng by placing his arm over his shoulder, trying to provide him with the greatest support and comfort.
The strange voice came again, filled with mockery and ridicule. "Oh! Mr. Wu has been found! What will Officer Su do next...? It's really intriguing, isn't it?" The voice was filled with eerie delight, making Su Jianyang even more alert. The sinister voice whispered in their ears, seemingly monitoring their every move. Su Jianyang felt uneasy being watched, but he knew he couldn't be influenced by this force at the moment. He had to focus and lead Wu Cheng out of this dark mist.
Su Jianyang cautiously led Wu Cheng through this eerie space, shrouded in black mist, every step fraught with unknown danger. He sought a glimmer of light, but all around seemed to be endless Darkness. A hint of despair crept into Su Jianyang's heart, yet he persisted, hoping to find a way out.
Throughout this long and arduous journey, Su Jianyang continued to converse with Wu Cheng, hoping to awaken his consciousness. He softly said, "Wu Cheng, you have to pull yourself together. We have faced countless difficulties together, and we will overcome this one too. Remember who you are!"
Wu Cheng's reaction remained weak, but Su Jianyang did not give up. He persisted in dragging Wu Cheng step by step through the black mist. The two of them cautiously moved along the edge of the area shrouded in black fog, their footsteps sounding unusually abrupt in the empty room. Su Jianyang's eyes remained vigilant, his heart beating tightly, feeling the heavy weight on Wu Cheng and the intangible sense of oppression.
Finally, they emerged from the suffocating black fog and arrived at the enormous dining table made of flesh and blood. The table seemed to have no end, covered with various grotesque utensils and food, all made not of normal substances, but of flesh, tendons, and other indescribable materials, emitting a nauseating stench.
Su Jianyang gently pulled out a chair. The chair looked ordinary, but the touch was sticky, as if it were alive. He helplessly let Wu Cheng sit down slowly, then sat down next to him. Su Jianyang felt heavy-hearted as he looked at Wu Cheng's haggard face, and a strong desire to protect him rose in his heart.
Wu Cheng's face was pale as he weakly looked up at Su Jianyang, his voice filled with despair. "I... am not doing well." He felt his existence in chaos, filled with helplessness. Wu Cheng's voice sounded weak, as if his soul was gradually being consumed. His eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his way. Su Jianyang tried to comfort Wu Cheng, but it seemed to be of no avail.
At that moment, a round of discordant applause came from the other end of the dining table, filled with mockery and provocation. Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng both turned in astonishment, but could only see a blurry figure slowly standing up in the darkness, clapping and making a chilling sound.
The sudden sound sent a shiver down the two men's spines. The blurry figure gradually became clearer in the dim light, and Su Jianyang tensed his nerves, ready to respond to any potential threat. His gaze was fixed on the slowly emerging figure, as his unease and fear continued to rise.
That figure looks both familiar and unfamiliar, with a human appearance but emitting an otherworldly aura. Its movements and expressions carry a sense of mockery and ridicule, as if it's enjoying the plight of Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng.
Su Jianyang grits his teeth, barely suppressing the panic in his heart, his hand unconsciously reaching for the gun at his waist. He knows that this eerie presence may be the greatest threat they face after entering this strange space.
Wu Cheng was almost unable to react due to the physical and mental exhaustion. His head hung down, his eyes vacant, as if all consciousness had been swallowed up by this terrifying space. Su Jianyang looked at Wu Cheng and felt a sense of powerlessness, clearly sensing that they seemed to be in despair in the face of such evil power.
But even so, Su Jianyang was unwilling to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions, preparing to face this unknown and terrifying enemy. Su Jianyang stared at the middle-aged man who slowly emerged from the shadows, his heart pounding, the muzzle of his gun tightly aimed at the man. The man's figure gradually became clear in the dim light, exuding an ominous atmosphere. Su Jianyang's brain quickly worked, trying to find clues about this person from deep in his memory, but there were only vague impressions, no concrete answers.
The middle-aged man's steps are steady and rhythmic, as if each one has been carefully calculated. A mysterious smile plays on his face. Su Jianyang tenses his body, his fingertips pressing against the trigger, ready to respond to any potential situation at any moment.
"Officer Su, are you really going to shoot me?" The middle-aged man's voice carries a hint of ease and playfulness, seemingly unconcerned by Su Jianyang's threat.
Su Jianyang's throat was a little dry, but he responded firmly, "If you pose a threat, I will shoot. Tell me, who are you? Why are you here?"
The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, his figure appearing even more somber in the dim light. His gaze was deep, seemingly holding many unknown secrets. He slowly said, "I am your past shadow, a forgotten history. I am here waiting, waiting for a certain moment to arrive."
Su Jianyang's brows furrowed, his heart filled with doubt. The man's words left him puzzled and perplexed. He didn't know the man's true intentions, nor could he confirm his identity. Su Jianyang felt his tension rising continuously. He knew he had to stay vigilant and not let this mysterious figure pose any threat to him.
"What are you talking about? What is your connection to us?" Su Jianyang's voice carried a hint of urgency as he hoped to find a clue in the person's words.
The middle-aged man's lips curved into a subtle arc, and his eyes seemed to reveal a profound understanding. He spoke slowly, "The connection between us is much deeper than you imagine. I am a part of your story, a forgotten character, but now I have returned with unfinished business."
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