Chapter 228: Sky pit

When a beam of light shone on the eyes, everyone became excited, which meant that it was not far from the entrance of the cave and all speeded up.

Conan Doyle also woke up from the decadent pain just now and accelerated the crawling speed. Yin Hui made him still unconscious and had no idea what was happening around him.

"Sunshine, my mother." When the scalpel climbed under the big chimney, he stood up excitedly. The huge space made him excited and he couldn't help but dance his own signature dance.

As the people climbed under the big chimney one by one, their originally depressed mood became instantly excited. Here, they could stand upright like humans again.

"Climb up quickly." Huanghe Tower finally came out of the passage, looked up, and found that the sun was abundant, but he was always cautious and was still afraid of the danger that would happen, so he urged everyone to climb up.

The crowd grabbed the chimney ladder with three punches and kicks and walked slowly forward. Huang Helou looked at Yin Hui who had been unconscious and smiled bitterly: "My man, it's time to wake up, I've been carrying you all the way."

But Yin Hui obviously did not cooperate, and his sleepy and red eyes were still closed tightly, and there was no sign of opening them.

In desperation, Huang Helou had to admit his bad luck, sighed and accumulated a lot of strength, carried him on his shoulders, and prepared to carry him out from the door.

Fortunately, the exit was not very far from the ground, so after scalpel and others climbed out of the door, they all extended a helping hand and pulled Yin Hun up.

It's noon now, and they don't know what time it is, because there is no difference between night and day below.

In front of the big chimney, a huge sinkhole appeared. The pit was very large, and the entire chemical factory was within the scope of the sinkhole. A football field could be built.

"This has to be left to the police." Conan Doyle coughed, looked at the sinkhole with a melancholy look, and finally sighed and patted his shoulder hard.

This is a suburb, with basically no one coming, and there are no residents around. The only means of transportation, the car is also swallowed by the sinkhole.

It seems that they have to walk away for the next journey. The dirty clothes and dirty faces make them look like a small team of the Beggars' Gang.

Unfortunately, there is no water source here, and there are no means of transportation and contact tools, so I have to rely on the most primitive method to ask for help.

The most outrageous thing is that they also have a dying person. The people at the scene don’t understand medical skills, and they don’t know if there will be any danger if Yin Hun’s illness is delayed for a long time, so they have to look for rescue at a rapid pace.

They faced a series of difficulties, which forced them to speed up and leave here.

Traveling through the deep mountains and forests, they were all extremely decadent, and even the scalpel, which has always been the most active, remained silent at this moment.

They took turns carrying Yin Hun on their backs.

In terms of pulse patterns, his pulse is stable and there seems to be nothing wrong. His heartbeat is normal, strong and strong, and his breathing is also very smooth.

Let them all doubt whether he was pretending, so that they could avoid the fatigue of foot strength.

Until the rumbling of helicopters sounded in the distance, their decadent nerves immediately became excited as if they were burned by fire, cheering and calling on the helicopter.

Huang Crane Tower and Conan Doyle cherished this hard-earned life-saving straw very much, and a pile of flames ignited on the ground, causing large patches of black smoke.

The helicopter finally noticed the noisy sound and black smoke, stopped slowly, and then put down a life-saving rope.

Eight people slowly climbed up the rope ladder.

Yin Hui was tied to a rope ladder by Huanghe Tower, and finally pulled up by them.

This is the city fire brigade's helicopter.

After several people revealed their identities, the firefighters looked at them with some pious and respectful eyes carefully, as if they were looking at the protected animals of the state.

"Captain, take us to the city center first." Huang Helou, who was bandaged, said while leaning on the sofa while sitting.

"Yeah, okay." Compared with the people from the National Security Bureau, the school captain was just an official the size of a sesame grain and did not dare to make trouble in front of them.

"By the way, you have dispatched a helicopter and don't know where to put out the fire." Huang Helou took a sip of cigarettes again and exhaled a thick black smoke.

"Oh, we are not extinguishing the fire. Our detection satellite detected a large collapse ahead, which seemed to be a big sinkhole. The organization sent us to reconnaissance what it was." The school captain replied respectfully.

"Oh? Your work efficiency is still good." The scalpel laughed and then patted the captain's shoulder: "I would have known that we would have been there directly, and we would have to hike such a long distance."

Huang Helou also blew up and nodded.

After snatching his eyes, he became much more energetic and became more and more aware. Thinking that the firefighters and soldiers had basic first aid knowledge, he pointed to Yin Hui, who was unconscious and said, "Look, what's wrong with this guy."

While walking downstairs, several people basically checked him throughout his body, and there were no wounds, and all physiological signs seemed normal, so they came to a conclusion that the wound would not threaten life.

So everyone was not too worried. But now that they have settled down, they feel that it is a bit inappropriate. If he really has any flaws, let alone Conan Doyle, even Shen Feifei and Tang Yan have to break up the incredible group.

The fire brigade captain nodded, left his seat, squatted beside Yin Hun, took out a series of instruments, electronic blood pressure meters, breathing frequency meters, thermometers, etc. to conduct a series of routine inspections on him.

The few people watched curiously, caring about Yin Hui's condition.

The captain of the school frowned and left, and then he asked: "Are you teasing me? His physiological functions are very normal, and he can even be described as hyperactivity. He is very strong, so how could he become unconscious? Although I am not a doctor, I still understand this basic knowledge."

The few people looked at each other in one sentence.

That's right, Yin Hui, it's not your boy who makes fun of us.

Huang Helou said as he gently patted the boy's cheek with his hand, hoping to wake him up from his coma. But it seemed that the effect was not good, and he still didn't move like a dead person.

"It's strange." As he said that, he opened his eyes and looked: "I seriously suspect that Yin Hui is teasing us now."

In fact, I said this just to comfort other people who were worried about Yin Hui, so as not to worry too much. In fact, he was quite worried about Yin Hui, and this abnormal coma made him feel uneasy.

So when the plane landed in the city hospital, he was the first to act as an ambulance and carried Yin Hui on his back, and stopped until the emergency room.

When he hurriedly put Yin Hui on the emergency bed that the doctor pushed, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kid was finally in danger of his life.

But what he didn't expect was that as soon as the emergency bed moved, his body jumped up from above like a spring, which scared the medical staff backwards and hit the walls on both sides. Even Huanghelou stared at Yin Hui with an incredible expression. The cigarette butt he was holding in his mouth fell to the ground.

"I understand, I understand." As soon as he opened his eyes, the sentence exploded from his mouth like a bomb. His body jumped out of the bed quickly, grabbed Huang Helou's hand and said, "I understand, go, Huang Helou, let's go quickly."

Huang Helou was stunned and looked at him stupidly, not knowing what to say.

"Let's go." Without waiting for Huang Helou to answer, he pulled him hard, and ran towards the exit.

"Stop, stop." The head nurse behind him shouted, and at the same time he accelerated his pace and chased after him: "Give us the oxygen bag back, and we will get the oxygen bag back."

But when he chased to the door, he could not see Yin Hun and Huang Helou. The people coming and going confused their eyes. To find his figure from hundreds of people, it was simply a needle in a haystack.

"Yin Hun, what do you understand?" He asked Yin Hun curiously in the ambulance snatched from Huanghelou.

Yin Hui was so anxious that he was sweating profusely that he did not answer, but just looked at the windshield in front of him anxiously, as if he was observing something.

Everyone who noticed his strange expression was confused and didn't know what was going on.

"Yin Hun, what's wrong? Didn't you fall into a coma just now? You couldn't have developed the potential of your brain after a night's sleep and entered another world." The scalpel asked in a joking tone.

Unexpectedly, after asking this, Yin Hui nodded seriously, and changed his silent attitude just now, and spoke: "I just went to hell and said goodbye to my master at the gate of hell."

"Gate of Hell?" The scalpel took a breath.

Sun Dong, the blaster, laughed so hard that he was angry: "When did you become so humorous? Going to the corner of hell? Have you brought some local specialties back?"

Yin Hui's expression was still the same as that of a serious look than the dead: "I won't lie to you, say goodbye to the master's soul at the gate of hell. They told me all the history of the orcs."

After saying that, he looked at Conan Doyle specifically: "You must believe me."

When it comes to the orcs, everyone immediately became interested and listened attentively: "What is the origin of that orc?"

He shook his head with doubts: "It's a long story, so let's talk about it when you're in the office."

Everyone looked at Yin Hui in confusion. Seeing his anxious expression, they also understood that they would not ask anything if they continued to ask, so they had to give up and stop asking more questions.

The car parked at the door of the National Security Bureau, and several people hurriedly followed the cumbersome procedures and entered the office headquarters.

The secret office headquarters, luxurious as a palace, complex as a laboratory for scientists.

As soon as Yin Hui entered the office, he grabbed the sniper and pulled him to the computer and sat down and said, "Change out the archives for July 5, 1996."

Although the sniper was confused, he still obediently typing on the keyboard and finally called out all the supernatural events that happened on July 5, 1996.

There are about a dozen supernatural incidents around the world. Of course, not all of these supernatural incidents are handled by them, some of which are handled by the CIA Group Seventh.

The nature of the CIA Group Seven is the same as that of the National Security Agency’s incredible group, and they are organizations that specialize in handling supernatural events across the country.

"Look at this." Yin Hui's finger pointed to the paragraph in the middle of the list of cases, which was described with a red line.

"The success of the cloning of the Dori experiment made Virmatt surrounded by various auras of glory around him, but on the night of the press conference, Wilmat mysteriously disappeared, and to this day, no trace was found. The surveillance cameras that night showed that Wilmat was kidnapped by a mysterious man who looked like God, and there was no trace. Although the seventh team of the CIA was dispatched, no clues were found. As time went by, the matter was left unresolved. Bounty: 100 billion US dollars."

A brief description caused an uproar in everyone's hearts.

What does this passage mean? God's appearance? Mysterious disappearance? Unfamiliar words set a question mark in their hearts.

However, the last bounty of 100 billion US dollars attracted their attention the most.

"Yin Hun, stop keeping it aside. What is the purpose of letting me see this file?" The sniper looked excited. His eyes that emitted an excited light stared at the words "a hundred billion dollar bounty" and his saliva was almost flowing out.

"If I guess correctly, the guy we met underground in the chemical factory is Willmat, known as the father of cloned sheep."

"What? That archangel monster is the father of cloned sheep?" Conan Doyle, who knew a little about this history, covered his mouth and was surprised: "How is it possible? Willmat is the well-known longevity star. How could it disappear on the day of fame? Also, how could he become this monster?"

"This is going to ask God." He smiled faintly: "At the gate of hell, the master and uncle told me personally that it was 'God' who turned him into this because he destroyed the specific way of survival God arranged for all animals."

That smile is peaceful and noble, just like God without any evil thoughts.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." This greatly challenged Conan Doyle's worldview: "How could he be turned into this? Also, why does this God have a place like a gate of hell? How could there be a God? How could the Western god God appear in the gate of hell in the legend of Eastern myths? Yin Hui, you are not crazy about fever."

He smiled faintly and continued to explain: "After Wilmat was turned into this, he was moved to another world by God, which is the so-called Pure Land. He created another civilization. Although those civilizations were destroyed by God himself and started over again and again, this never hit Wilmat's belief in becoming a human being again. But the powerful belief was not a reason for him to survive. God chose to destroy the orc family that Wilmat had finally established. And sealed Wilmat under the countryside."

Speaking of this, Yin Hui's eyes became dull: "Who knew that the orc family was not completely destroyed. One orc survived and vowed to take revenge. He transferred this hatred to humans and let his descendants secretly plan this revenge plan. Until today, hatred broke out and he exchanged a thousand lives for the resurrection of Willmat."

After saying this, he seemed to have completed a secret mission, breathed a long sigh of relief, then lay down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.

The other people looked at the computer screen in a daze, slowly experiencing what Yin Hui had just said.

These words are abrupt, and they cannot imagine that there is another world where there is another civilization. God, hell, and Tathagata Blessed Sakya Mani all exist.
To be continued...