When Ultraman appears in reality, however:

Ma Xiayi bent down carefully, stretched out her trembling hands, and slowly picked up the syringe lying on the ground.

She stared at the syringe, her eyes gradually focused on the clearly visible Chinese label on it - "Yue Ji Special Medicine"

A few words came into view. However, the line of small words following it made her heart sink suddenly: "Not applicable to others." This line of words hit her heart like a heavy hammer, causing her to hesitate for a moment.

When I looked at Yue Ji's pale and lifeless face, a strong impulse surged in my heart.

After a painful struggle, Ma Xiayi gritted her teeth and made up her mind to inject the medicine in the syringe into Yue Ji's body.

When the needle tip pierced the skin and the light blue liquid slowly flowed into Yue Ji's body, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Ma Xiayi was so nervous that she held her breath, not daring to take her eyes off Yue Ji's face for a moment, for fear of missing any slightest change.

At this moment, a miracle happened - Yue Ji's tightly closed lips began to tremble slightly, and the injected potion was awakening his long-dormant consciousness.

"Yue Ji! How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

Ma Xiayi asked anxiously, with concern and expectation in her voice that was difficult to conceal.

She clenched her hands into fists, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her heart was in her throat.

"Hand me the energy blaster..."

Although Yue Ji's blood-stained eyes did not move at all, he tried his best to squeeze out these words from between his teeth.

Upon hearing this, Ma Xiayi took action without hesitation. She quickly searched in Yue Ji's pocket and soon found the "gun" with a unique shape and a slightly strange structure.

As if she had instantly understood Yue Ji's intention, she did not dare to delay for a moment. She hurriedly placed the energy blaster in Yue Ji's hand and carefully let the trigger tightly engage with his finger.

"I haven't recovered yet. If you don't want to get involved in this mess, you can leave now. But if you want to help me, then first..."

Before Yue Ji could finish his words, the potion had already begun to take effect and quickly acted on his body. In the next moment, a surge of pain like a tidal wave suddenly hit him and instantly submerged him.

Relying on his keen intuition and past experience, Yue Ji secretly guessed that the potion used by Ma Xiayi should be a post-war treatment type, and seemed particularly suitable for use with Stone Wings.

However, what is unexpected is that this drug has another rather torturous effect, which is to reverse the body's functions.

What's even more cruel is that the human body's pain nerves will continue to operate for an extremely long time at this moment, as if being trapped in an endless torture.

"Hooa ...

In an instant, Yue Ji frowned. At this moment, he was unable to lift the energy blaster, and Ma Xiayi on the other side also quickly gave her answer.

"Don't say anything more. I know you can't be the murderer. Tell me! What should I do now?"

Yue Ji endured the severe pain and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth with difficulty: "Take my key and go home to get the black backpack with the words 'Night Raid Team' on it."

"Okay, wait for me!" After picking up the key, Ma Xiayi quickly ran towards Yue Ji's home.

......

This was the first time Ma Xiayi stepped into Yue Ji's house, and the scene in front of her surprised her. She had originally thought that it would be a dilapidated and messy scene, but it was not the case.

Although the room could not be described as luxurious and exquisite, it was at least tidy and clean.

When I walked into the kitchen, it was empty. The stove and sink looked particularly deserted, as if they had not been used in a long time.

A thick stack of documents was randomly piled on the sofa, making people curious about where these documents came from and what stories they carried.

There is a huge glass coffee table in the middle of the living room, on which all kinds of items are piled up in a disorderly manner.

Ma Xiayi glanced at these miscellaneous items curiously, trying to find a clue about Yue Ji's daily life.

Then, Ma Xiayi turned her attention to the old and worn-out TV in the corner. The screen was covered with a thick layer of dust, as if it was a mark left by the years.

By observing the outdated style of the TV, one can roughly infer that it was purchased many years ago.

Perhaps this TV has never been turned on since it was bought, and has been sitting there quietly, just like this house, filled with endless loneliness and desolation.

In Ma Xiayi's opinion, such a scene cannot be called "home".

Even when there is no one at home, every time she returns home, she can still see various traces of her parents' lives in the environment.

What's more, her kind mother always prepared all kinds of fresh fruits and delicious yogurt for her. In comparison, this so-called "home" seemed so strange and deserted, which made people feel sad.

The moment Ma Xiayi stepped into Yue Ji's room, she couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before her, as if she had entered a whole new world.

Compared with the slightly ordinary and even messy room outside, Yue Ji’s bedroom is simply a different world. The difference between the two is like the difference between heaven and earth.

The first thing that catches your eye is the various movie posters hanging on the walls, covering a variety of different types and styles of films.

From classic science fiction films to game posters with unique meanings, all of them demonstrate Yue Ji's love and pursuit of film art.

Looking further inside, a computer host with a high-tech and advanced appearance was quietly placed on the table, connected to it was an extra-large high-definition screen.

This computer is obviously not an ordinary product, and its configuration must be of a high standard.

Next to it are piles of thick books, covering a wide range of in-depth fields, including literary classics, historical biographies, science and technology, etc.

In addition, there are notebooks filled with words, which record Yue Ji's daily thoughts, insights and learning experiences.

If you continue to look around, you can find many self-media-related equipment and tools, such as professional-grade headphones, microphones, lights, etc.

All in all, Yue Ji's room was decorated just right, and every detail was carefully crafted, but only from the bed, Ma Xiayi could see that it was very messy.