Blood Hunt Covenant

Brady lit a cigarette again, shook it lightly, and the scattered smoke blurred his vision, but he didn't intend to disperse it, allowing the smoke to permeate and invade his nasal cavity.

Brady is glad that he is a person with traditional romantic feelings, and he is also a "bad boy" who doesn't like to listen to his parents, so he can still take out a box of antique tobacco products that modern young people would not even glance at.It's not that cigarettes can get him out of trouble, it's just that cigarettes can tell him the time in this chaotic space where even electronic watches are jumping numbers.Moreover, the pungent taste of nicotine can keep him awake in the cold and unknown darkness.

Brady shook the cigarette case, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help curling—unknowingly, there was no one left.

Brady is carrying a new product just launched by BD. It is said that it uses a long-lost traditional method of the ancient earth era developed by investing a lot of money, manpower and material resources. It uses pure natural tobacco leaves and is purely handmade. Adding precious medicinal herbs can refresh the mind and reduce the output of various harmful substances. It is really rare in this era of mechanization, automation, and fast food. Not to mention the blessing of the BD brand halo, the final price is naturally not Fei.

Brady didn't care about the price. What bothered him was that he sneaked like a thief and worked so hard to avoid Lu Ziqi's sharp eyes and the all-round scanning of the central control system that defied human rights. He enjoyed it—twenty of them, none of them—and they all turned to ashes.

Brady sniffled, resisted the urge to hit the wall and counted. It takes 10 minutes for a cigarette to burn out. Not counting the one in his hand, he has already wasted nineteen, which means he has no time to spend here. It has been more than three hours in the basement where there is no heat, no sound, no color, and the time and space are disordered.In fact, Brady wasn't sure if he was still in the basement of the headquarters of the Legion of Honor. Perhaps when he passed through the blue identity authentication light film, he had already crossed, and traveled to a place completely isolated from the outside world. In a strange space composed of endless steps and rock walls.

He adjusted the communicator again and switched the channel, but he still got the crackling electronic busy tone, and no human voice answered his call.Turn on the strong flashlight, and still only see the taupe rock wall on one side, the dark void on the other side, the cold alloy steps under the feet, and a small pile of soot on the side.The portal upon entering is long gone, and all that remains is darkness, darkness, and darkness.

In any case, it is no longer foolish to wait and count on rescue.Brady took a deep breath, turned off the flashlight, and slowly enjoyed the last cigarette in the dark. Ms. Lu Ziqi, the always rigorous and serious assistant to the head, often taught him that waste is shameful.

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Exploring again refreshed Brady's understanding of this weird space. Unlike what he thought before, this is not an infinitely extending space, but a circular space.The evidence is that he passed by the pile of soot for the N+1 time.

Brady was pretty sure he walked all the way up the steps, didn't turn back, didn't change direction, didn't even change the feeling of going up and down, but he'd see the pile of soot again no matter what.

Brady squatted down, put his flashlight on the pile of cigarette ashes, and observed carefully—the silver-gray pile was in the center, and the clumped cigarette case was pressed on the top, and the periphery was wiped out in the shape of an equilateral triangle. One corner points downwards—it’s a very unstable mark no matter how you look at it, but it’s relatively reliable in this windless environment. At least in Brady’s opinion, this mark is no different from the last time I passed by , even the shape of the edge of the ash pile has not changed.Of course, in the current situation, Brady would rather see something different.

Brady scratched his hair in distress, and began to seriously consider the possibility of ghosts hitting the wall.However, the environment he was in was so simple that it couldn't be simpler. The rock walls along the way were tightly connected, and there was no possibility of passing through. There was no other path, so he could only walk down the stairs.

Speaking of it, because of physiological incomplete symmetry, force bias and psychological bias, people tend to lean to one side when walking.For example, now, Brady will unconsciously lean to the side of the rock wall.In this way, if the curvature of the road conforms to the angle of deviation when people walk, it is also possible for people to walk in circles when they think they are walking in a straight line.However, the circle formed by that subtle offset was not something the basement of the Legion of Honor headquarters could hold.

In addition, how to explain the phenomenon that the feeling of up and down has not changed?Moreover, Brady frowned, and the number of steps he walked back to the soot mark was different every time.

Then, there is another possibility—space magic circle—using the space magic circle to connect two points with different coordinates, so that people can keep jumping back to a certain point.This is not a surreal ability, but a technology that has been achieved by today's technology, through the aid of machines to achieve teleportation beyond the speed of light.

In fact, the magical name of the space law circle was only created by businessmen in response to public opinion. In fact, it did not omit the intermediate process, but it is really difficult for the human body that has been particleized to detect the spatial change of this speed level, so many people Still firmly believe that this miraculous phenomenon is the effect of magic.Especially on this planet where human beings are now, the strange magnetic field has strengthened the spiritual power of creatures, making all kinds of jaw-dropping supernatural powers commonplace. Move the level by a small spoon.

The honor group Brady belongs to is not lacking in capable men and strangers, and it is not a problem to attract a thunderstorm, blow some snowflakes and so on.However, with such a long-term, multi-dimensional, and high-precision spatial ability, Brady does not believe that anyone can master it proficiently.Therefore, he firmly believed that it must be the result of the action of the machine.Moreover, the operation of such a machine would affect the radio waves, which explained his inability to communicate with the rear.

Brady looked up at the pitch-black space above, then down at the pile of soot in front of him.He now has two choices, destroy the machine, or get out of the range of the machine.Either one is difficult to achieve.

"Maybe it's better to just jump down..." Brady turned his head to look at the dark and empty side, and let out a sigh of relief.

Coincidentally, because of the weak air fluctuation, the cigarette case hit the step riser and fell back into the darkness. An echo was heard in less than a second.

Brady's eyes lit up, then went dark again—what if he was just teleported somewhere on the stairs.

Despite having such negative thoughts, Brady still got up and walked up and down, and returned to the starting point again and again, but he didn't see a cigarette case along the way.

"Finally free!" Brady almost sighed and jumped down.

The moment it landed, the darkness dissipated quickly, and the bright flashlight suddenly became brighter, restoring its proper brightness, and fully illuminated the entire basement.

What appeared in front of Brady was a huge black life support cabin, which was exactly the purpose of his operation.