City of Burning Snow

"Do you trust my words? If so, I will open this door."

In the early winter of 2035, there was another heating problem in the underground prison of the Russian Tower, and Gogol accepted the invitation in such an unbearable cold.The mist diffused in the air through the sound of his rapid breathing.Dostoevsky, whom he had not seen for seven years, already had the face of youth.At such a special moment, when others could not dodge Gogol, who had become a prisoner, Dostoevsky took the initiative to look for him.

Sometimes in order to avoid casualties, the guides will carry out remote mind control from far away.Using tools developed in recent years, such as monitors and spiritual conduction equipment, to place a conversational illusion in front of the Sentinel who needs to be reviewed, and usually choose the image of someone familiar to the Sentinel.Although he desperately wanted to leave this cold ghost place, the thought that crossed his mind at this moment was that Dostoevsky who appeared at this time should be a projection.

Gogol muttered.Just don't open it...

"That's what I said last time. She came here to lie to me in the guise of a mother, but it turned out that she did a lot of mental exams."

"I see. It seems that you don't trust me——how about this?"

Dostoevsky held out his hand.The fingertips were wrapped with high-end gloves, and the cuffs were embroidered with the exclusive pattern of the senior guide. It was so delicate that people couldn't turn their eyes away. He pasted a card on the sensor.The key card is pinned between two fingers. After a complicated electronic sound, several layers of automatic locks are opened one by one.

Gogol turns back, and he moves back dramatically.

"I don't want to leave." He raised his hands and pretended to be well-behaved. He is most familiar with this torture method. "I, Gogol, abide by the law and will never escape from prison—"

"Please don't say stupid things, the camera has been blocked by me." Dostoevsky stepped into the forbidden area, with a smile on his pale cheeks.He gently handed the cloak in his hand to the other party, as relaxed as stepping into a home, "They also said that they would execute the death penalty for you. Even so, don't you want to leave?"

"I'm not afraid of death." Gogol continued to lie. He looked at the other person's face curiously. He hadn't seen him for seven years. This kind of unfamiliar and friendly feeling made him particularly novel.

During the seven years that they hadn't met, Gogol was diagnosed with mental instability in the first month's evaluation, and had a more easily out-of-control physique than ordinary sentries. Meet world-class senior guides.Now Gogol only hopes that he will not destroy this basement to add a stain to his resume.

"That can't be done," Dostoevsky said relentlessly. "It took me a lot of work these years, and you should have died many times. I really didn't expect this when I first entered the tower. I'm afraid." You die," he paused, looking away, "now please put on this suit and come out with me."

Gogol hesitated.He took the cloak from the other.

"There are so many Sentinels, and the supply of newcomers is always greater than the demand. It's easy to deal with a tool that doesn't work like mine..."

"Oh, your point of view is surprisingly consistent with most people's? Recently, I was deliberately transferred to other places, and it was really luck that I was able to come back."

"Luck...?"

Gogol often got into trouble when he was a child, and Dostoevsky also suffered with him.Dostoyevsky's "good luck" often fell on Gogol, and he knew best what was going on.

Dostoevsky in memory was a cautious child who would not do things he was not sure about.He worked hard and calculated everything, and told people who didn't know, "Success is all about good luck."Gogol looks at the cloak on his body, while Dostoyevsky straightens the hood.

The cloak is made of insulating material, with a texture between plastic and satin.He has heard of this material, which can keep him from being tracked for a period of time. It can be said that he has wanted such a piece of clothing since he was a child, and he can go in and out of all places freely. Wearing this kind of clothing, he can become A transparent person in surveillance.

However, this matter should only be known to Dostoevsky who grew up with him, and he only told him.Unless this kind of clothes has been strictly approved, it is almost impossible for soldiers——

It is indeed possible that the High Guide himself has acquired such a garment.

He thought about it, and when he fastened the last button, he already believed that the other party was the deity.All right!At least go out to do things with the senior guide, even if you don't know what's going on behind the scenes, it's still legal.That's basically what soldiers do.

Gogol perked up. "What do you want me to do now?"

"Stay close behind me and keep quiet at all times."

"Ah... I know that, it's polite to ask me to shut up," he put on his hood, and was obediently led out of the prison by Dostoevsky, then he remembered something, "You said someone disagreed with me go out?"

Dostoevsky pursed his lips.

"It's just a matter of time."

The underground corridor was empty.

The distribution of the inner corridors of the tower is as orderly as that of an ant nest, and the basic security work is solved by technology.At the end of the corridor, there is a layer of thick net overlapping, invisible to the naked eye, the only way for Gogol to successfully abscond is to interrupt the loop of the monitoring network here, and connect a new structure at the moment of rupture, so as to deceive Systematic sanctions.

After exhaling lightly, the senior guide started the spiritual system.

Gogol looked behind him, and the bystanders were more frightened than the operator. When Dostoyevsky interfered with the protective line, thousands of translucent thin lines condensed into branches visible to the naked eye in the void. A spiritual touch is shrunk to the thinnest as possible.

The part near the middle of the light red firewall system is gradually concentrating into a small dot——

The workload in a short period of time is too huge. Gogo idealized that poking open the protective net is one thing. There is no one who can complete the follow-up complex weaving!

The wind whipped up the sharp thin blade, and a cross-shaped white light suddenly burst out.

Spiritual shots emerged from around Dostoyevsky, staring intently at the light spot, Dostoevsky released sharp madness into the air.The light spots gathered together, gathered cleverly, and slashed across the door like a sharp sword, testing the invisible protection on the wall.

At one point, Gogol hastily covers his ears.The ear-piercing sound was too terrible for the sentinel. He squinted his eyes and was alert to the noise of the alarm bell at any time. The guide's pupils narrowed impressively, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a stern arc, and then the wind blade pierced past——

"found it."

The protective net was torn apart instantly by grabbing the crack.The alarm did not appear, and the translucent tentacles stuck to the surrounding area of ​​the fault, quickly falling and turning into fine dust.

Five minutes later, the monitoring network stabilized again in silence.The fractures are connected to each other, and a bunch of spacious cross-shaped passages are gradually branded.You can enter the elevator through it, the senior guide explained briefly, and he pressed the up button lightly without breaking a sweat.

Gogol fancied that the door was red all around, with a cross in the center, and it looked like... like a medical sign.But before he had time to joke, the elevator doors had already opened. Dostoevsky walked into the elevator and held out a hand to him. Gogol noticed that the eyes of the other party still had the afterglow after using the mental system. In the purple galaxy, there are sporadic glimmers of light delicately and delicately.This is very nice--

He held back his laughter, his mind was a little distracted, and he lacked proper precautions. When he held the opponent's hand, his head went "buzzing".

"Oops……"

The heart beats wildly.

It was like being suddenly poured a basin of hot water from head to toe, and the moment when fingers overlapped suddenly became hot.This is not the same as the vertigo during the onset of mania. The thoughts drift uncontrollably and become chaotic, the air pressure is painful, the eardrums are swollen, and the hearing gradually weakens.He lost his center of gravity, knelt down to the ground with a blank mind, and the elevator went up layer by layer. A vague voice came from the bottom of his heart, and Dostoevsky muttered something above him.

He couldn't hear clearly because the other's lips hadn't moved.