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Suddenly, a series of hurried gasps echoed from the entrance. Listening to the heavy sounds, the two wondered whether the visitor outside was human or ghost. Startled, Zhiqing and Ziya froze, unsure of what to do! There was nowhere to hide, and escape was impossible. In their panic, Zhiqing accidentally triggered a mechanism on the iron box, causing its lid to slowly open. At that moment, the door was violently slammed open by someone from outside. Before they could even see what was inside the iron box, a disheveled man with a frantic expression burst in, immediately spotting the box.
“Zeng Qin…” As the man spoke, Ziya and Zhiqing recognized him as Liu Yi. Following Liu Yi's gaze towards the iron box, they saw Zeng Qin inside, seemingly asleep, wrapped in a transparent layer. Her pale face was frozen in an expression of shock, mouth agape. From her facial expression, it was clear that she had endured immense suffering from various torments within the iron box.
Zeng Qin had entered the iron box, and as its lid closed, a wave of scorching heat surged from all directions. She screamed, trying to push the lid open with her hands, but it felt like a stone slab pressing down on her; her feeble strength was utterly insufficient to budge it. The searing temperature penetrated every inch of her skin like boiling water.
In that moment, Zeng Qin suddenly regained her memory; her parents' faces appeared in her mind alongside a familiar visage. She vividly recalled everything that had happened before she arrived here. That familiar face belonged to someone she once idolized; she remembered drinking red wine he had poured for her. Time seemed to freeze at that moment as the intense heat began to numb her senses.
Zeng Qin's struggles gradually weakened; she felt as if she were trapped in a steamer, waves of hot mist evaporating every physiological function within her body. Her mind grew increasingly foggy, limbs becoming sluggish until she could no longer move. Her pupils dilated as memories locked onto her last gathering.
Liu Yi knelt beside the iron box, trembling fingers brushing against Zeng Qin's body and feeling the bone-chilling cold; he realized she had been frozen.
Ziya and Zhiqing watched this scene in disbelief, especially Ziya who couldn't fathom how Zeng Qin could have changed so drastically in just a few minutes. Covering her mouth with her hand, tears brimmed in her eyes as she fought against the urge to scream.
Zhiqing's cold gaze remained fixed on Zeng Qin inside the iron box. He held Ziya close, sensing her trembling. Unable to bear looking at Zeng Qin any longer, Ziya turned away and buried her face deep into his warm embrace.
When Zeng Qin became nothing more than a steamed corpse, the temperature inside the iron box plummeted to zero before an icy chill swept through. No matter how cold it became, Zeng Qin could no longer feel it; all she could do was quietly accept the thin layer of ice enveloping her.
“Ahhh… Heaven… Zeng Qin… I’m sorry,” Liu Yi shouted almost madly, his hands reaching out to grab Zeng Qin. Watching the iron box closely, Zhiqing’s mind raced with an ominous premonition… He stepped forward to stop Liu Yi's actions just as his fingers barely grasped Liu Yi’s arm. In that split second… the lid of the iron box snapped shut with a ‘thud.’
Zhiqing, Ziya, and even Liu Yi—whose arm was caught—felt their nerves tighten to a breaking point. They were utterly panicked.
After a moment of chaos, Zhiqing rushed forward and grabbed Liu Yi’s trapped arm, expecting it would come free easily. However, his hand got stuck in the gap of the iron box's lid and couldn’t be pulled out at all. As the lid tightened further, Ziya and Zhiqing listened in horror as Liu Yi's arm joint emitted a sickening crackling sound; blood began to flow from where his arm had shattered beneath the pressure of the lid.
"Ahhhhh..." Ziya finally screamed, her body trembling violently as she looked at the blood-red scene. A wave of nausea surged in her throat, and she felt like vomiting...
Liu Yi's face was pale, his muscles twitching uncontrollably as he let out a desperate cry. "Help... Damn it... please..." The surge of adrenaline triggered by fear made Liu Yi's voice rise in desperation, his neck and chest turning red, his pupils dilating in terror.
Zhiqing didn't even know how he had accidentally triggered the mechanism of the iron box lid. At that moment, his ears were filled with Liu Yi's agonized cries, yet he kept searching for the hidden mechanism. Ziya was at a loss, watching Liu Yi with her heart in knots, trembling even more. She had no idea how to help Liu Yi, whose arm was trapped tightly.
"Help me... Damn it... it hurts..." Blood flowed continuously from Liu Yi's arm. His condition was dire; his face shifted from red to gray, gradually turning a deathly pallor. He resembled a dying man, and they needed to find a way to open that damned iron box lid quickly. Zhiqing circled around and finally focused on the area between Liu Yi's legs, where the mechanism of the iron box lay beneath him. Just moments ago, when Liu Yi rushed in, Zhiqing had embraced Ziya and moved away from the mechanism of the iron box. Upon seeing Zeng Qin lying inside the box, Liu Yi had stepped forward and inadvertently activated the mechanism himself, causing it to close and trap his arm.
After pain came numbness; Liu Yi's cries gradually weakened. Zhiqing stepped on the mechanism, and the lid of the iron box slowly opened. By this time, Liu Yi could no longer move; he was like a clay statue, allowing Ziya and Zhiqing to pull his mangled arm out from under the lid. At that moment, Ziya, who had been covering her mouth to stifle her screams, peeked into the iron box.
Zeng Qin's body was gone; all that remained were some splattered bloodstains on the frame of the iron box. What on earth was inside this box? It could freeze a person or make them vanish entirely. Beneath the frame of the iron box lay a pool of blood that testified to everything. This was a murder tool; anyone who entered this room would be so terrified that they would automatically lie down in the activated iron box—this was undoubtedly a shortcut to self-destruction.
Ziya still didn't realize that her arrival had led to Zeng Qin's death. If she were to reflect on it deeply—being someone who valued emotions—she would be tormented if she knew that Zeng Qin had died because of her.
Liu Yi's arm was essentially ruined; his situation was grim as blood continued to flow from his wound. Zhiqing picked him up in a fireman's carry, trying to drag him out of the room. Ziya anxiously looked at the trail of blood behind them. As they were leaving, she turned back one last time to glance at the iron box lying in the center of the room. In that fleeting moment, she thought she saw Zeng Qin frantically diving into it again. Her heart raced with panic as she quickly turned back and followed closely behind Zhiqing, desperate to find a way to stop Liu Yi's bleeding.
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